A Wonderful Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 2)

I moaned his name against his kiss as the shirt cleared. “I thought we were fishing...” I murmured as his hands caressed the fabric of my swim top, my nipples hardening and responding to his touch.

He nibbled on my shoulder, sending heat straight down my spine and to my core. “I can stop if you want...”

“No, no, no... don't stop,” I gasped as he used put his mouth to the delicate skin of my neck and sucked. He smiled against my skin. I bit my lip and looked out across the water. There wasn't a soul for miles, but the idea of doing it out in broad daylight had a delicious naughtiness to it.

He released the tension of his kiss, causing my skin to sting. I hoped he hadn't left too much of a hickey, especially since I couldn't get away with wearing a turtleneck in the Caribbean. He blew on the now incredibly sensitive skin, chuckling as I shivered and goosebumps raced down my arms. It almost hurt when he kissed the spot again, trailing his tongue down the curve of my shoulder and distracting me while he untied my top.

My cute swimsuit fell away before I had a chance to press it up. I didn't fight him as he untied the back string and left me completely exposed in front of him. We were alone out on the water and I had no reason to stop. Just the opposite, in fact.

His hand cupped my bare flesh and he instinctively groaned with pleasure. The sound of his want drove me wild. Unbearable need was heating my core like a furnace and only he could put out my flames. The fact that he was now using his fingers to turn my nipple into a hard pebble only fed the fire.

I shimmied out of my shorts and bottoms as he used both hands and mouth on me. He palmed and pinched while sucking and kissing my shoulders and neck. Aiden had found a spot just along my jaw line that was making my thighs moist.

The Caribbean sun was hot on my skin, but the cool breeze off the water made it tolerable. I decided that Aiden had far too many clothes on and that he should remove them in order to be as comfortable as I was. I grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head. He didn't resist and moved his arms to help me, but never stopped touching and kissing.

His chest was all muscle under my hands. I pushed his shoulders hard, making him stumble back onto the bench. I loved the view of him looking up at me, hazel eyes wide and practically drooling as I straddled his hips. I smiled as I writhed my naked body against him. His swim trunks were struggling to contain his erection. Even through the fabric, he was hard and ready to take me.

His physical reaction was like a drug. It was visceral and stroked my ego that I could inspire this kind of desire. I loved that I turned him on. With that thought on my mind, my hips started to rock against his length.

In return, he pressed his mouth to my breast and began to suck. Using teeth, tongue and suction, he drew the want straight from my core up my entire spine until I was undulating with need. Every flick of his tongue made me moan and writhe harder.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I could feel his cock pressing against my opening, begging for entrance and I wanted to give it to him. It was all I could think of. Every fiber in my body ached with desperate need to have him inside of me.

I reached down, moved his shorts to the side and took out his length. His hip arched in a primal response to my touch, searching out the way to complete me. I stroked him, feeling the blood rushing through and pulsating in my hand.

“I want you,” I whispered, palming his hardness and feeling my insides contract with want.

“The basket,” he groaned. “In the side pouch.”

I kept one hand on him as I leaned back and searched the basket with the other. The condom square was easy to find.

“So sure you were going to get lucky, weren't you?” I teased, tearing open the package.

“I was certainly hoping for the best.” His joking tone was betrayed by his wide pupils and the sheer desire painted in broad strokes across his face. “Never hurts to be prepared.”

The corners of his lips tipped up in a smile, but there was obvious tension in his shoulders as he struggled to contain himself. He wanted me so badly he was practically shaking.

I slipped the condom down his hard length and then followed it with myself. His body reacted as soon as mine touched his. Arching his hips and grabbing my waist, he pushed himself to the hilt. He filled me so completely, so wonderfully, that I forgot to breathe. Luckily, my body knew what to do.

Aiden's eyes drifted shut and he tipped his head back with a groan as I started a slow grind. I held onto his solid shoulders and worked circles and arches, rocking and rolling my hips to have him touch every inch of my insides.

He gripped my hips to the point where I thought his fingers might leave bruises, but I didn't care. We were dancing the ageless dance of lovers. We matched our rhythm and movements, slowly pulling one another up the incline to climax.

My hair fell down my back as I arched my back, feeling the crescendo building between us. Looking down, our eyes met. They were more beautiful than the turquoise waters surrounding us. I dove into them, losing myself in his eyes as he lost himself in my body.

His pace intensified. Raw need blazed between us, threatening to overwhelm every sense. I matched him thrust for thrust, until I tipped over the edge into Aiden's oblivion. I heard my voice cry out in pleasure, but I didn't remember opening my mouth. For a long time, everything but Aiden spun out of control. I clung to him as pleasure racked both our bodies.

I collapsed forward, gasping for breath. Aiden wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as if he was still spinning out of control too. My mind took it's time returning to my body as I sat up. Aiden was smiling at me.

“Wow,” I gasped, struggling to find my voice. It was hoarse from screaming I only vaguely remembered.

“I don't know how you do that to me,” he whispered, touching my cheek with his fingers. “You are amazing.”

Pride flushed my cheeks. “Thanks. You're pretty amazing yourself.”

“Well, obviously,” he responded as if I had said he had tw

o eyes and a nose. “I'm the best there is.”