Secret Surrender (Forever 2)

I heard a rushing sound in the distance and having no better option, decided to track down its origin.

I came into a clearing and realized I was staring at the base of a waterfall. Water rushed from fifty feet high down to a large basin below that streamed out in rivulets to what I imagined was the Caribbean Sea at some point.

In awe, I stepped closer and perched on a smooth rock beside the edge of the pool and stared at the clear water below. There were a few colorful fish swimming that resembled Koi but smaller. I got on all fours and bent low to dip my hand in the water to try to touch one of them.

“Nice view,” a voice said behind me.

Huh?

Strong hands gripped my waist from behind and a hard surface bumped into my backside.

I gasped and nearly fell into the water but the hands kept me stabilized. I twisted my neck to see Vincent behind me, his hips flush against my bu**ocks.

“You found me,” I cried.

He smiled. “If you’re ever lost, I’ll find you.”

Eager for a dip in the cool water, I pulled off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. “You haven’t caught me yet,” I said, jumping into the water nude to swim away from him. The basin was shallower than I expected because I was able to touch the floor with my toes when the water reached my nose.

Mischievous smile on his face, he removed his own clothes and cannonballed in after me.

I swam toward the base of the waterfall and almost made it there when Vincent caught up to me. He gripped my waist and turned my body to face him then he kissed me deeply.

Laughing and smiling, we swam to the base of the waterfall and behind it. There was a small enclosure in the rock like a shallow cave, large enough to comfortably fit two wet bodies. Vincent picked me up out of the water and sat me on the smooth stone ledge then gripped the edge beside me and pulled himself up.

“This is a hidden spot on my island,” he said, the steady sound of water splashing in front of us. “You’d almost found it on your own.”

“Are you secretly a pirate? And you keep your treasure back here?”

He raised his hand to my face and brushed his fingertips along my cheek. “You’re my treasure.”

I blushed. “You’re always so smooth,” I said softly. I reached to brush a wet strand away from his eyes so I could better appreciate the full handsomeness of his features.

His dark gaze intensified and his voice lowered intimately. “I may not be a pirate, but I’d still like to plunder your booty.”

“Wow. So corny.” I laughed. “I think I might have to take back what I just said.”

“Couldn’t help it. You made it too easy.” He grinned. “But seriously, you have a very nice bottom.” His hand reached around my waist to cup the back of my thigh and I leaned backward against the cold stone and lifted my leg to allow him to cup my bu**ocks. The stone was hard, but the position was comfortable.

“I guess that answers that then,” I said.

He positioned himself between my legs and shifted over me, nipple rings dangling above my br**sts. Water trickled down his bare torso forming droplets at the base of his abs that fell onto my sex. “Answers what?”

“The question of whether you’re an ‘ass’ guy or a ‘tits’ guy.”

“Why does it have to be one or the other? I like both. And everything around and in between.”

I shrugged. “Don’t ask me. I don’t make the rules.”

He squeezed my butt cheek and his lips curved upward. “Then let me show you how I break them.”

He tilted his head and his mouth sealed over mine. His tongue slipped inside running long leisurely licks along my own tongue.

I could feel his thick member growing warm and stiffening against my thigh. My sex responded in its own way.

He brushed my wet hair away from my forehead and planted his lips there. “I like your head. It’s beautiful, smart, and has wonderful thoughts.”

“I’m flattered,” I hummed. The water crashing around us contrasted sharply with the coziness of this little cave.

He moved slightly lower. I closed my eyes and felt his supple lips delicately kiss my eyelid. “Your eyes. Vivid and sharp.”

I murmured approval, enjoying the tender words and intimate gesture.

He kissed my mouth again. “Your lips. Soft and firm.”

My breathing quickened and I could feel my body throb against the wet stone.

He moved to my chest, sucking tender flesh into his mouth causing me to arch my back and moan softly. “Your br**sts. Shapely and alluring.”

I reached to tenderly touch his cheek and he kissed my hand. “Your hands. Warm and gentle.”

He trailed light kisses down to my bellybutton. “Your stomach. Grumbles when it’s hungry.”

I giggled.

Then his head went between my legs. “Your cunt. Sweet and greedy.” He kissed my clitoris then flicked his tongue rapidly against it. I exhaled deeply and licked my lips. Vincent was an expert at oral stimulation and I’d welcome his mouth there any day.

I thought he’d remain there but he pushed my legs back with his hands and went even lower.

His lips kissed at sensitive skin and I puckered at the sensation. “Your ass. Round and juicy.”

Then I felt something soft and moist nudging the entrance. It was unexpected and I didn’t have time to prepare myself. “What are you doing, Vincent? I’ve never—Oh!”

His tongue brushed light circles around the rim, wetting the entrance with his saliva. I’d never tried anything back there before not even on my own. I’d been curious but I was too afraid it would hurt.

“Vincent,” I breathed, unsure if I wanted him to continue despite the pleasure rippling from where his tongue contacted my skin.

“Relax, Kitten. I’ve got you.”

I wiggled my legs and tightened my core as Vincent steadily explored my bottom with his tongue and lips. Eventually, I finally relaxed. That’s when his tongue was able to slip inside. His finger entered my pu**y at the same time and I crossed my legs together tightly to control the pleasure. My feet found the low-hanging roof of the cave and I was able to press my toes against it to keep my legs up.

“Feels too good,” I moaned. I bucked my pelvis into his finger and into his tongue. Each movement left me feeling full on one end and empty in the other. The seesawing pleasure coursing through my body was driving me over the edge. My hips became more desperate, my cries of lust more profane.

“You’re making me so hard,” he grunted.