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The flat, smooth stretch of the beach isn’t very long. Big boulders and stones pile on either side at the base of a small, rocky cliff. One of the bartenders told me about a rough trail on the other side that climbs to the top and gives you a three-sixty view of the Atlantic.
Stella clears an area of driftwood and lays out our blanket. I take off my shirt and settle on my back. The black sand trapping the sun’s heat warms the fabric. I’m about to close my eyes when Stella lifts the hem of her dress.
Shamelessly, I prop myself up on my elbows as she pulls it over her head, revealing a simple black bikini. She’s backlit by the sun, illuminating every perfect line of her. I savor the vision, my gaze slowly traveling up her long legs to the curve of her hips and toned stomach. My heart hammers as my eyes rove over the swell of her breasts, her delicate collarbones, and it utterly stops when I reach her face, soulful eyes meeting mine fearlessly.
“You are . . . Fuck.” I shake my head. “There are no words to describe how beautiful you are. To even try would be an insult.”
Boldly, she says, “Try.”
“I could stare at you for days and still, you’d take my breath away.” She quirks her head to the side, like she can’t quite tell if I’m serious.
“Shut up.” She throws her balled-up dress at me and sits down, rolling her eyes. But her lip twitches like she’s fighting a smile, and that’s all I need to see. I roll over and reach for her hips. She stops me by shoving a bottle of sunscreen in my chest. “I knew you’d forget to pack it.”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “I wish you could spend just one day not having to think about anybody else.” I laugh it off and return to my side of the blanket, but deep down, I mean it.
She opens her book and shrugs, unfazed. “It’s just who I am.”
Stella lies on her back, her sun hat covering her face.3 I can’t tell if she’s asleep or not. I watch her stomach rise and fall on steady breaths. I trail a finger lightly down the middle of her abdomen and trace the top of her bikini bottoms. I see the smallest twitch of her lower stomach and my heart beats a little faster.
Slowly, I climb over her, not touching her except for a soft kiss above her belly button. She sucks in a sharp breath. “Are you sleeping?” My voice is husky, already thick with desire.
“Yes,” she says, and I can practically hear the eye roll under her hat.
I chuckle. “That’s too bad.” Hovering above her, I press another kiss under her ribs then in the dip of her hip bones.
She does her best to ignore me, but I feel the way she tenses under each brush of my lips. Watching her lose control, even if it’s minuscule movements, is fucking addicting.
I sit back on my heels, my knees on either side of her legs, and drag my hands down the side of her body, stopping to toy with the strings of her bottoms.
She doesn’t say anything until I gently begin to tease down the waistband. Pulling back her hat, she eyes me, squinting against the sun. “Don’t even think about it. There are places I’m not willing to get sand in.”
“Okay.” I smirk and flip onto my back, taking her with me so she straddles my hips. Her hat flies onto the blanket by our side. “Then sit on my face.”
“What?” She laughs in surprise.
“Sit. On. My. Face.” I arrogantly enunciate each word. “Come on, after everything that’s happened, you certainly deserve an orgasm or two.” She purses her lips together, fighting back a smile. “Or at the very least, do it to shut me up.”
She cracks, barking a laugh. The sound creates a blossoming warmth deep in my chest. Giving me a smug look, she pulls on the strings of her bikini, untying her bottoms. I grin devilishly, palming her hips. “That’s right, baby, get up here and use me.
“You said you’d shut up,” she quips as she moves up my body.
“Give me that pussy and I will,” I taunt, and she glares at me.
That makes the satisfaction I feel when she lowers herself onto my mouth all the more wicked. I steady her hips with a firm grip on either side and drag my tongue, wide and flat, through her sweet cunt.
“Oh,” she says in breathy surprise, and I bask in my greediness for more. I dive my tongue between her folds and caress her inner lips before flicking her clit with the tip.
She reaches behind to cover my hands with her own and rocks her pelvis into me. I hungrily match her movements by grinding my tongue against her clit. I’m rewarded with her gorgeous moans and sharp intakes of breath.
She takes what she wants so unapologetically and unashamedly that I’ve never been more certain than I am in this moment: she’s destined to be a Fox.
She unlaces her fingers from mine and runs them into my hair. I roll my eyes back to look into hers. “Take out your cock. Stroke yourself while you lick my pussy.” Simple words have never sounded so filthy. They’re like lightning striking straight into my bloodstream.
I lift my hips to shove my shorts down and grip my cock. When I glide my thumb over my head, I’m not surprised to feel pre-cum wetting the tip. Being used by Stella is the fucking highlight of my life. I swell with pride and a little disbelief that this is real.
I slide my hand up and down my length, making me groan into her. Her legs squeeze the side of my head, and she mewls, “Fuck, Lochlan. When you moan like that—” I do it again and her words are cut off by a needy whimper.
The sounds of our pleasure whip into the air, dancing with the seabirds and crashing tide. It’s like we are the last two people on earth, surviving on our lust for each other alone.
