He moved over to the railing on the boardwalk and pulled her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he said, “Any time I spend with you is strictly for selfish reasons, Chlo.”
Stretching up, she kissed him and then said, “You say the sweetest things to me sometimes.”
“Don’t I though?” he asked, grinning now.
Laughing now, she pulled out of his embrace and gesturing toward the stairs.
She asked, “Wanna walk on the beach?”
Nodding, he said, “Yeah.
Moving down the nearest set of steps and on to the beach, they slid off their shoes and walked for the next few minutes along the shoreline silently. He thought back to their previous conversation about her mom and felt that twinge again. He couldn’t understand how any parent would be able to just walk away from their kid.
He’d had his own fucked up sort of childhood. His parents fought like cats and dogs, had been married and divorced from each other multiple times. Even with all of it, he never doubted he was loved. He couldn’t even imagine what that must have been like, to just wake up one day and have your mom leave you there by yourself.
Feeling that unfamiliar pang in his chest again, he stopped and tugged her close. Putting his hands on her cheeks, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Running his tongue along her bottom lip, he heard her sigh as she opened her mouth. Sliding his hands into her hair, he stroked his tongue over hers.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood on the shoreline, mouths fused, pressed against each other. He would have been happy to stay there indefinitely. He stroked a hand down her back, pressing her even closer when all of a sudden she yelped into his mouth and jumped back.
He jumped back, looking around. Then, confused, he blinked at her until he looked down. A crab was scuttling past them now on the way back into the water.
“You okay?” he asked, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah. That little fucker pinched me,” she said, laughing.
Looking up at him, she said, “Sorry. That was kind of a mood killer, huh?”
Smirking, he said, “We should probably head back to the hotel anyway. Don’t we have that thing at nine?”
Checking his cell phone, he said, “And it’s after eight now.”
“Yeah. We should head back then,” she said, sliding her arm around his waist.
Chapter 19
As Chloe woke up, the first thing she became aware of was a warm mouth against her shoulder, and a hand stroking her breast. Sighing, she arched her back, pressing her breast against his palm. When she felt the press of his rigid arousal against her bottom, she shifted, rubbing against him.
Mumbling against her shoulder, he said, “Fuck. It’s never enough.”
He mouthed his way up her neck, dragging his teeth against her already sensitized flesh. Shifting his hips, he rubbed his erection against her bottom again. Lightly, he pinched her nipple now, causing her to cry out and arch further into his palm.
“I always want you so much,” she said, voice slightly strained.
When his hand slid down her belly, and started to stroke between her thighs, she let out a low moan. Working his fingers inside her tight channel, he twisted his hand slightly and massaged her inner walls. Whimpering now with each stroke of his fingers against her, she panted his name.
Despite her obvious desire, he continued to tease her for a few more minutes until she uncharacteristically took control of the situation. Stilling his hand, she rolled over to face him, pressing him so that he lay on his back. She quickly straddled him. Lining him up with her entrance, she slid down until he filled her completely.
She groaned in relief as she began to work her hips eagerly against him. On a rough exhale, he moved his hands up to palm her breasts and tease her nipples. She continued to ride him, enjoying the delicious friction until he said, “Baby. I’m not going to last this way. Here. Let me.”
He shifted up so that he was leaning against the headboard of the bed, and urged her to climb back on top. Sliding down on his rigid length again, she immediately felt him graze her G-spot. Crying out now, she worked her hips against him. When he leaned forward to take one of her tight peaks into his mouth, she immediately clenched around him.
Rotating her hips against him now, she cried out with each thrust. When he gently bit down on her swollen peak, she moaned loudly. His arms, which had been wrapped around her, moved down to her hips now. The hands she had placed on his shoulders for balance clutched at him now as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Gripping her hips, he ground her against him. The new sensation of his pelvis against her already swollen clit pushed her over the edge. Arching her back now, she came apart above him, crying out as the mingling sensations pain and pleasure overwhelmed her now. Seconds later, on the heels of her release, he groaned her name as his body shuddered against hers.
Pulling her to lean forward against his chest now, they lay for a moment, trying to get their breathing under control.
Finally he said, “Good morning.”