Page 103 of Trigger Happy Ending

“No, I’m not.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me, unconvinced. “I’ll give you something to stare at.”

She unzips the life jacket, exposing her beautiful body wrapped in a tiny black bikini. I have no self-control when it comes to her. I reach for her, dragging her into my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist on the narrow seat of the jet ski. My hand slides up her thighs, her stomach, her ribs, then her back, tangling in the damp strands of her hair.

I kiss her with force, a collision of everything we can’t say. Her fingers clutch the sides of my arm, nails digging into my biceps like she’s anchoring herself to me. My hands are everywhere: her waist, her hips, the curve of her lower back.

We move like the ocean’s not even there.

Her hips grind against mine as my hands drop to her thighs, fingertips digging into her skin as she rocks against my cock, already hard and straining beneath my swim shorts. She tugs the tie of her bikini top loose with one hand. Like stripping for me in the middle of the goddamn ocean is normal. Her breasts spill free, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Not even close,” she says, smirking.

I reach up, cupping her breast in one hand, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardens beneath my touch. Her body glows in the direct sunlight, her golden tan almost shimmering.

“You gonna keep staring at my tits, or are you gonna fuck me?”

There she is, my insolent bitch queen from hell. I drag her back into me and kiss her like the world is ending. Like she’s all that exists. Her tongue tangles with mine, teeth nipping, always just a little dangerous, a little manic. Because that’s who we are.

Her fingers slide beneath the waistband of my shorts, wrapping around my cock. I groan against her mouth as she pulls her bottoms to the side and lowers herself onto me in one smooth, soaked motion.

My vision whites out.

My fingers dig into her ass as she rides me slowly, purposefully, using every roll of her hips to drive me closer to the edge. The jet ski rocks beneath us, water splashing up and over our legs, the sun bleeding out behind her like the world’s burning down. Her eyes lock with mine, sea green, wild, full of want.

Her hands slide into my hair as she leans in, mouth brushing my ear. “I will always think of you.”

My entire body tenses. She’s talking about when it’s over, when we’re apart. My heart cracks as I thrust up into her and listen.

“I’ll think about your mouth," she pants. "Your hands. The way you look at me. When I come, it’ll be only be to my hand and your name on my lips.”

I close my eyes and lose myself to the crash and burn of us. The raw slap of skin and water and heat. Her nails drag down my back, her moans flow in the open air as I fuck her, chasing the only high that’s ever mattered.

She lies back, body flush with the seat. She rocks her hips up and down as I slide in and out of her magnificent cunt. Sea spray sticks to her body, glistening underneath the brilliant sunshine. Holding her hip with one hand, I use my thumb on the other to rub her clit. That sends her hurtling towards the edge.

Her orgasm drags her under, body shuddering, mouth open, eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she melts around me. Her inner walls constrict and tighten around my cock as she comes, and my god, I want this sight burned into my memory until the end of time. It’s so fucking pornographic, like erotic cinema.

It’s an effort for her to drag her body upright. Still deep inside of her, I kiss her neck. She tastes like sea salt. She shudders, still pulsing, and I swear to god, I could die right here with her and die happy.

I slide my hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, and grip tight. “Turn around.”

She slides off me, one knee lifts over the seat, and she turns to face away from me. I groan as she settles back down, taking me in again, inch by inch. This angle … fuck. She’s too much. Too tight. But it’s how I like it, how I love it, how I love her.

How I love her?

The thought forms and embeds in my brain before I can push it away.

I do.

I love her.

I grip her hips and pull her back, my thighs bracketing hers, the slap of skin on skin echoing across the open sea. She braces herself on the handles of the jet ski, arching her back exactly how I like it. I lean forward and slide one hand around to her front, fingers slick as they find her clit again, working her in rhythm with every thrust.

She pants, grinding back into me like this could be the last time.

I slam into her harder, my hips snapping, water spraying up around us as the jet ski rocks beneath the force. Her moans rise, desperate and broken, and I can feel her legs starting to shake.