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And fuck it feels incredible.
“God you feel so good,” I gasp.
“Tell me about it,” he says, starting to rock his hips back, out of me. Then he pushes back in, and when I look up to find him watching me, expectant, I realize that was a command, not an idle comment.
I swallow hard. I’ve never really done this whole dirty talk thing either. But with him it’s easy. It just flows out. Because whatever I say, I can see how much he likes it. “I like the feeling when you fill me up. Like I’m so full I could burst.”
He grins and pushes back into me, a little faster this time. “I love feeling your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
My stomach does a flip, and my nerves sizzle. Hearing him say it only makes it that much hotter. He draws out of me and drives back in again.
“I love watching your face when you’re close to coming. The flush you get.” He pulls out, in again. He starts to move a little faster, and I raise my hips up to meet him. He grins, then. “It makes me want to give you what you want.” His hand slides between us, finds my clit. It’s so sensitive to the touch that I gasp even from the gentle graze of his forefinger. “Come for me, Sinclair,” he whispers.
“Now?” I pant.
But then he starts to move his finger. And starts fucking me again. The combination of his cock stretching me wide and his finger gently massaging my clit, over and over, makes my pulse start to leap. Before long I’m breathing hard and fast, and I remember how close to the brink I was earlier. How much closer I feel now.
“Not yet,” he says, and I don’t know if I can resist.
“I’m so close,” I gasp. “I’m going to come, I’m going to—”
“Not yet, Sinclair.” His finger stills, and I cry aloud, all frustration this time. But then he reaches down to grip my hips, and in one swift motion, angles me beneath him so my hips are arched up, and when he thrusts into me his cock drags along my front inner wall.
“Now,” he says, thrusting again and again. “Come for me now.”
It’s not hard. I release every muscle I didn’t even know I was clenching. I think I say something. Nonsense maybe. All I hear is my voice, loud and sharp. All I feel is my nerves exploding with fireworks, stars sparking behind my eyelids as the orgasm hits me, stronger than any I’ve ever felt before.
He doesn’t stop moving. He just keeps fucking me, with abandon now, hard and fast. When I can move again, I wrap my legs tighter around him, brace myself against his shoulders and try to move with him, thrusting my hips in time with his. His hands are tight around my hips, pinning me to the blanket as he fucks me, until I feel myself nearing the edge again.
“That’s it, Sinclair.” He smirks at me, those eyes as hot as ever. “Come again, that’s a good girl.”
He barely has to say the words before I let another orgasm sweep through me. This one makes my toes curl, and leaves my hands trembling against his shoulders. Before long, he lies down along me and with a few last thrusts, wraps his arms tight around me and comes.
I feel it this time, the hot rush of his cum inside me. It makes my belly tense. It feels good. Hot and soothing after the way he’s been filling up my pussy. When he pulls out, our combined juices spill down my leg, and we both laugh a little, as he pulls me against his side, both of us coated in sweat.
He kisses my forehead, and I lay my head on his chest, right on top of those strong pecs, and listen to the steady thump of his heart beneath. “That was…” I start.
“Incredible,” he finishes for me. I feel his lips as he presses them against the top of my head. His hand massages my back in slow, soothing circles.
“Quite a date,” I say, tilting my head up to meet his gaze with a smirk.
He just laughs. “Was?” He arches an eyebrow. “It’s not over yet.”
* * *
We spend the rest of the afternoon circling the island. After we wade in some (very shallow) tide pools to clean off, he takes me to a busier beach. Not quite as touristy looking as the one outside the resort where we were, but there are still a lot of people here. A lot of locals, to judge by the cars they’re all driving, and the families with tons of kids racing around while the adults cook out of their trunks or set up dented surfboards they clearly own.
For a while, we stroll along the sand just watching it all, taking in these snippets of every day life.
