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The sunlight gleamed off the ocean. Impossibly blue water lapped at impossibly white sand. A cloudless sky and scorching sun was perfectly offset by a sea-salt-scented breeze. The perfect combination of heat and sun and wind.
A spicy scent surrounded me as he ran his hands over my sweat-slicked skin. Up my back and then down, over my ass and down my legs. His thumbs worked into knotted muscles, then spread my cheeks.
A hot, wet tongue probed at my pussy, and I moaned, pushing back for more. Little trickles of pleasure rippled across my nerves, and I wanted it to never end. This place. This feeling. Being here with him. I wanted to stay here and never have to go back to the real world.
But the real world was calling…
Awareness came to me in stages.
I was inside, and the little bit of light coming between the curtains was fairly gray.
I was on a bed with nice sheets. Really nice sheets. That smelled amazing.
As did the body above me. Spicy. Like the sunscreen from my dream.
Heat radiated off him, caressing my skin. His hands were on me too. Palms skimming and fingers massaging. Part of my dream made reality.
I moaned, and he chuckled, the sound as sensual as silk whispering across skin.
“Good morning.” His voice was rough as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my spine.
“I was having an amazing dream,” I said, my own voice thick with sleep.
“Were you?” He massaged up the backs of my thighs, his thumbs brushing the bottom of my cheeks. “Better than this?”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “A little.”
He raised an eyebrow, humor dancing in his amazing turquoise eyes. “How so?”
I flushed but didn’t hesitate to share. “You had your mouth on me.”
“Let me remedy that.” He pushed my legs apart and settled between them, his wide shoulders tucking under my thighs as he pulled up my hips, and then his mouth was on me.
Jalen Larsen was a gorgeous twenty-seven-year-old billionaire tech genius, but at the moment, all I could think about was that he had an insanely talented tongue.
It danced around, drawing patterns on sensitive flesh, each one sending a ripple of pleasure through me that made what I’d felt in the dream pale by comparison. I closed my eyes and let my head fall down to the mattress. I didn’t let myself think of the mechanics, instead focusing on the sensations coursing through me. Letting myself feel rather than think.
I squirmed, my nipples rubbing pleasantly against the sheets, and he chuckled again, this time sending vibrations through me. A moment later, a finger slid inside me.
“Mmm…” I made a pleased sound.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet.”
When he shifted positions, I sucked in a breath. His tongue was venturing somewhere new. He’d told me once that he’d do this, but I hadn’t really expected it like this.
“Relax, Rona.” He added a second finger in my pussy, twisting them even as he moved them in and out of me. “I’m not planning on fucking your ass just yet. Just enjoy yourself.”
I opened my mouth to give a smart reply but ended up only swearing when his tongue teased over my asshole. It felt strange, but not in a bad way. I liked it, in fact.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that he knew what I’d like even when I didn’t. He’d understood me almost from the first moment we’d touched. What we had between us wasn’t ‘normal,’ but it was…strong. This connection, it was something I couldn’t explain, but I couldn’t deny it either. He made me feel things…
He sank his teeth into my ass cheek, and I yelped.
“Stop thinking.”
Thinking was almost always a problem for me. I had so much going on in my head that I sometimes lost sight of who I was. Of what was important. What was good in my life.
