Fake Marriage Box Set

He didn't reply to that one, continuing instead to move maddeningly slowly down my body, until he reached my navel, kissing me gently there as well. Then, he pulled back and looked down at me for a moment, seemingly satisfied with the way he had managed to make me come totally undone. He reached up and swiped the pad of his thumb against my lower lip, which no doubt was plump both from the way we'd been kissing before and the way I'd been chewing on it, trying to silence my begging cries.

“God, you're gorgeous,” he said quietly.

“Please,” I tried again, my voice sounding wrecked. I could hardly sit still anymore, so desperate for something, anything, more than his kisses and roaming hands.

Fortunately, Christian finally acquiesced to my pleas. He gave his member a couple of lazy tugs, even though I could tell he was already plenty hard to slide into me, to fill me.

Sure enough, his entry was easy, but he was still taking things slow, still teasing me, apparently. He only went about halfway in, and then he began to slide back out, teasing me with just the tip of his member. I pressed my hand against my face, feeling flushed with pleasure. When I opened my eyes, and I didn't even know when I had shut them, Christian was still smirking down at me.

That was it.

I looped my legs around his waist and managed to flip us so that I was on top. I doubted it would have worked if he had known that it was coming since he was both stronger and larger than me. But with the element of surprise on my side, I got him flat on his back, staring up at me in shock.

I wasted no time in sitting down on his cock. I sighed and slumped forward as he finally slipped fully inside me.

“Oh, is that how it is?” Christian growled, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

I shifted my hips a little, unable to keep from crying out as his tip dragged at something deep inside of me.

I came hard, falling forward, hands grasping at the sand. In some primordial way, the waves of my pleasure matched with the waves of the ocean crashing somewhere behind us, echoing through my mind as white-hot pleasure coursed through my body.

Christian was surprisingly patient with me, waiting until I was finally able to open my eyes before he moved again. His hands were possessive against my hips, but he was smiling crookedly up at me. “You okay?” he asked quietly, and I could hear the strain in his voice, could hear how hard he still was inside me.

In answer, I rocked my hips a few times, setting a sloppy rhythm, still feeling floaty and not fully with it. Christian brushed back some of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, his fingers lingering there against my cheek. Then, he returned his fingers to my hips, dug his heels into the sand, and thrust up hard to match my uncertain movement.

I gasped and fell forward, and he collected me there against his chest, tucking my face into the crook of his neck but continuing to rock steadily up against me. His presence was all around me, and he filled my body so good.

“Oh fuck,” Christian muttered suddenly, his fingers spasming against my back. He was spilling inside me, and that was enough to push me over into a second climax of my own. I fell boneless against him, even as his hips continued to stutter up against mine, the angle driving his prick into places I hadn't even known existed.

I lay there gasping long into the aftermath of what we'd done, but I was pleased to hear that Christian sounded just as breathless as me. Finally, out of deference to the heat between our sticky bodies more than anything else, I rolled away from him, lying on my back next to him, twining our fingers together and staring up at the stars. Slowly, I began to get my breathing back.

I couldn't help a giddy little giggle that spilled out of me, and Christian smiled over at me. “Feeling good?” he asked teasingly.

I stretched languidly, cat-like in my lethargy. “I feel amazing,” I told him. I shook my head. “I need to have sex outside more often.”

“You've never done this before?” Christian asked curiously.

I laughed a little, shaking my head. “Nah,” I said. I bit my lower lip. ?

??I'm kind of a good girl normally. Mina's the wild and spontaneous one; that's why we work together so well. We balance one another.”

Christian raised an eyebrow at me. “You seem pretty spontaneous to me,” he said, shrugging carefully.

I could feel a blush spreading over me, but I was glad to realize that in the dim lighting from the stars and a slim moon, he wouldn't be able to see this one. Still, I shrugged as well. “Thanks.”

Christian stretched as well, yawning a little. “Wish we could just stay out here for the night, but some early morning runner would probably stumble across us, we at least probably want to put our clothes back on.”

I laughed and pushed myself to a sitting position, leaning over to give him one last kiss. It was mostly chaste and lacked the searing heat of some of our earlier kisses, but it was almost more intimate in some ways.

When I pulled back, I could feel, deep down, that I was already pretty attached to him.

Christian rolled to his feet and offered me a hand up, which I took. I stretched again, more fully, still feeling boneless and fucked-out. I started to brush myself off, groaning a little. “God, I have sand everywhere,” I complained.

Christian snorted. “If you'd just stayed lying there on your dress like you were supposed to,” he said.

I pushed lightly on his shoulder. “Don't even front,” I told him. “You liked having me on top.”

“I like a woman who can take control,” Christian admitted, shrugging and looking away from me, almost as though he were afraid to talk about his sexual preferences. But when I thought about it, that would make sense. Probably things just unfolded however they unfolded during his one-night stands, and there would never be a reason to talk about desires for a repeat performance.