I nod slowly. “Very good.”
The breeze swirls around us, bringing his luscious scent to my nose, and when our eyes meet, it’s a million volts of electricity. I’m not sure who moves first, but our mouths are together, lips pushing apart, tongues clashing in hungry, greedy kisses, fast and hot.
“Chad,” I whisper as he lifts me off my feet.
My legs are around his waist, and I’m holding his face in both hands. The prosecco tingles in my stomach, and his kisses push me higher. My core is hot and wet, and I move my hands from his cheeks to the tops of his broad shoulders, sliding them around to his muscular back, loving the feel of his body.
His hands clutch my ass, squeezing and rocking me slowly against his growing erection. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.
My chin lifts and warm lips trace my skin, his beard scuffs my neck, teeth nibbling. I’m dazzled by desire, and when I notice the waves breaking gently behind us, I have an idea.
“Skinny dipping,” I say, and he stops. “You’ve never done it.”
Leaning back, I catch his eyes. They’re like mine—stormy whiskey meeting burning emerald. He lowers me to my feet, and I grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I’m standing in front of him in cutoffs and a bright red push-up bra. He inhales with a hiss and steps forward, palming my breast.
“I’ve dreamed of these since Friday night.”
Reaching around, I unhook my bra so it falls away. My nipples are tight, and he exhales a little groan. His thumbs slide over them, and he rolls them between his fingers, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I can’t help making a little noise. I love his hands on me.
“You are so fine,” he murmurs, and I’m about ready to ignite.
Placing my hands over his briefly, I go to the button on my shorts and unfasten them, shoving them down, so I’m only in my red lace thong. “Your turn.”
I’ve been dreaming of that anaconda since Friday night.
Taking a step back, his eyes never leave my body, singeing me with the heat of his gaze. He reaches into his back pocket and takes out a small square. It’s a condom, I realize, and I hold out my hand. He gives it to me, and yep. Magnum.
Shoving off his jeans, he straightens, and I almost fall to my knees. It’s so big and thick and hard. I step forward and lightly touch him with my fingertips. It jumps, he groans. “Easy.”
A little drop is on the tip, and I quickly dispose of my thong then take his hand, leading him to the water. The waves break gently and summer heat lingers in the surge. I turn once the waves reach my waist, and he’s looking at me, eyes full of desire.
“Come here.” Large hands circle my waist, and he pulls me flush against his chest, skin on skin.
We both let out a noise, and our mouths are together again, lips chasing, tongues circling and caressing. I reach down between us and grasp his thick erection. My fingers don’t close completely around him as I slide my fist up and down, feeling him grow harder, longer.
“Jesus, Tabby.” His voice is ragged. “Don’t make me come in the water.”
Leaning forward again, I press my body to his, my mouth to his. Large hands fumble along my ass, sliding up and down before reaching around to where I’m so wet with need. I let out a little noise then a loud moan as his thick fingers press inside me.
“Chad…” My mouth is at his ear, and I ride his hand, my eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.
“You’re so wet.” He strokes and pinches my clit until I’m on the edge. “I’m going to come,” I gasp, and he takes his hand away quickly, finding the condom and ripping it open with his teeth.
The wrapper is a little ball in my fist, and I squeeze it tighter when I feel the head of his massive erection nudging at me. My stomach is tingly with anticipation.
“Is this okay?” he growls, as if he needs permission at this point, as if either of us could stop now.
“Yes, please.” It’s a purr right at his ear.
Then reaching down, I grasp his thick shaft, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches my ass, and with a violent thrust, he’s buried to the hilt inside.
“Ahh!” I let out a loud cry at the sensation of fullness, and he holds still.
“You okay?” His muscles are tense, vibrating with need.
“Just a second,” I whisper, allowing my body to adjust to the biggest cock I’ve ever ridden. “Kiss me.”
His hands move from my ass to my cheeks and he parts my lips with his. It happens just like I knew it would. When we kiss, my insides turn to molten lava, my body melts, and my hips start to rock, pulling him, massaging him with my core.