“I do mean it.” She held onto my neck, pressing kips against my mouth. Her tongue swirled in and out. “I mean all of it. I love this. I love being on this beach with you.”
I grabbed her ass roughly and sliced into her. Her head flew back. “Ohh, Blake. That, I love that.”
“Fuck, baby. So do I.” I did it again until we were both trembling from how fucking good it felt.
She had the most incredible body. The most gorgeous breasts. The most kissable lips. And there wasn’t a part of her sexuality I wasn’t fucking insane about. She could move her body like a dancer. She could take me to my knees. Her swollen clit. Those tits. The way she sighed with pleasure. All of it.
I was going to explode inside her. Fill her with my come. She bounced wildly as I stiffened and my dick shot my release deep.
“Damn.” I breathed into her neck.
She held on to me, clinging to my neck while my dick twitched with a life of its own. My hands wrapped around the small of her back when I felt her convulse and shiver. I watched in awe as she rode out an orgasm. Her pussy clutched my cock. Her breaths were erratic and quick and she mewed the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard.
My eyes met hers when she came down from the wave.
“That was fucking hot.”
She kissed me. “It felt hot. You bring out a wild side in me, you know that?”
I laughed, kissing her forehead. “I think you’ve always had that wild side.”
“And you like it?” she asked.
“Don’t you know by now?”
She nodded and I took her mouth with a hungry kiss. God, I would starve without this girl. I needed her like air to breathe.
28
Sierra
The sex was epic. Mind blowing. Cataclysmic. I had just launched off this planet when Blake took me on the beach. He owned me. That man owned my body. Every square inch. Every morsel. Every taste he wanted. It was his.
“We can do that every day when you’re in Orlando.”
“Logistics.” I breathed. “Just let me figure it out. Please,” I begged. I didn’t know if I’d ever catch my breath.
He pulled me into his arms.
“The only logistic you need to know is that you belong with me. You always have. I think there’s a tree on this island somewhere that says so.”
I giggled. “You carved that in an old water oak. It’s probably gone by now.”
“It’s not.” His voice was dark.
“Oh. I just assumed a hurricane wiped it out.”
“It’s this tree, baby. The one we just fucked on. The one that made you come even after the sex was over.”
I lost my breath.
“Are you going to stop fighting me now?” He asked. “Turn in your notice. Pack up your shit and get your ass to Florida where it belongs.”
His eyes flickered under the moonlight. “As much as I love you bossing me around in bed, because I do, it’s not the same in real life.” I saw the anger on his face. “I have a job. I’ve been completely on my own for eight years. You think you’re going to be in charge of my every move?”
“Do you want me to be?”
And that was the question. How far did I want his control to go? When I was seventeen and had given myself to him it was different. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was young and naïve. But I’d made it on my own since then. I went to journalism school and paid for it myself. I never took a cent of his dad’s money.