She leaned down and took him into her mouth.
“Fuck, Princess. You gotta warn a guy.”
She smiled around the massive member in her mouth, which caused him to moan again. She devoured him as best as she could, but she wanted more. Jake’s hands were on her head, his fingers brushing her cheek. She could feel him holding himself back.
“Do it,” she demanded. “Fuck my mouth like I know you want to.”
This time, when she went back to work, there was no holding back. Her eyes watered as he thrust into her. With every thrust he got deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, and she had to learn quickly how to react.
“Fuck, you’re doing great,” he said. “Swallow around my cock. Your mouth is so fucking hot.”
She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to tamp down on her gag reflex, but she wasn’t stopping until he exploded in her mouth. She reached around him to grab his ass, loving the way it flexed as he powered into her mouth. When he would’ve slowed down, or not gone as deep, she made it known that she wanted more.
“Are you sure, Princess? You ready for all of me?”
She nodded and Jake fucked her mouth even harder. Hell, she didn’t know it was even possible. Above her, Jake hissed and moaned and she was pretty sure even said some real words, though she had no idea what they were. She was too focused on making him come.
“Here it comes, Ana.”
His ass tightened under her hands and he thrust once more into her mouth, practically down her throat, as he emptied himself into her.
He tasted all musky and salty and male. She sucked him back two more times until he pulled himself away.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said.
“Oh fuck, Princess. You were. And it was perfect.”
She tried to hide her smile; she shouldn’t feel this good from pleasing him. But she did. And she wanted to make him feel even better. She wouldn’t mind if he wanted to reciprocate, either.
As always, Jake could either read her mind or simply knew her that well.
He sat down on the lounge chair next to her, kicking her aside as he stretched out. She looked around for her bikini but she couldn’t find it. She was pretty sure Jake was lying on it. She hadn’t worn her cover-up down to the beach because she’d only planned on being here a little while.
Jake reached out and touched her between the eyes. She tried to pull back, but like always he anticipated her move and held her in place.
“You’re in paradise. What could you possibly have to worry about?”
She scrubbed the spot where he’d just touched. He was not insinuating she had wrinkles, was he?
“I...you’re sitting on my bathing suit.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, pulling her off balance. He surprised her and she fell half on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his big strong body. “You don’t need a bathing suit. This is much better.”
“What if I want my bathing suit?”
“You don’t.” How could she have forgotten how infuriating Jake could be? He sighed deeply, like she was the annoying one. “You don’t need your bathing suit because if you are wearing it then I won’t be able to reciprocate.”
She opened her mouth to argue, because that’s what she did, but then closed it. She hated when he was right.
“I’m not laughing at you, Princess, I promise.”
“Shut up.” She couldn’t help smiling. She’d never thought she’d be in Jake’s arms again. They were even warmer and stronger and more perfect than she remembered.
They lay there in the shade, listening to the birds, enjoying the sea breeze. Eventually, Jake began running his hand up and down her body, from her ass to her shoulder. It didn’t take long at all for her to warm under his touch.
“You feel good, Ana.”
“You don’t feel so bad yourself.”