And begin to stroke my clit. While I slide up and down on his cock.

“Damn woman.” He wraps those big hands around my hips, taking over the pace. Making me bounce faster. “Look at you.”

I toss my head back, letting him take command of my body while I rub tiny circles around my clit. That combined with his cock pushing inside of me is edging me closer to the brink.

A gasp leaves me when he bats my hand away and then he’s the one who’s rubbing my clit. His touch is rougher. Firmer. He rubs and rubs and I glance down at him, my lips parting as our gazes connect.

He has complete control of me and it’s…amazing.

My breaths whoosh out of my lungs in shuddery exhales. I’m whimpering. The orgasm is close. So close. I can almost touch it. Taste it. I lick my dry lips, my pussy clenching around his shaft, his fingers working my clit into a frenzy when it hits me.

My body shakes as I moan. My inner walls spasm, milking around his cock and his fingers fall away from my body as he starts thrusting inside of me with all of his might. In the near distance I can hear the crash of the waves on the shore at the same time that he comes with a shout, his entire body growing still beneath mine for only a moment before he’s consumed with the effects of his orgasm.

I collapse on top of him when it’s over, resting my cheek on his chest, the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my ear. He wraps me up in his arms, his hands skimming up and down the length of my back and lower. Those big hands spreading across my ass, squeezing my cheeks. His fingers tease the crack of my ass, there and gone in a flash, and I lift my head to look at him.

“Ass play gets me going,” he admits.

I raise a brow. “I’ve not done much ass play.”

“Me either. Most girls freak out,” he says.

My smile is slow. “I’d let you play with my ass.”

His expression is so earnestly hopeful, I can’t help but think he looks adorable. Which is funny, considering what we’re talking about. “Yeah?”

I nod. “But not right now. I don’t want sand in my crack.”

He laughs, squeezing me close, his hands far away from my butt. “Gracie, you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever been with.”

This sounds like a true badge of honor, considering he’s been with a lot of women. “Gee, Caleb. I’m thrilled.”

Cupping my chin, he tugs, until I’m crawling toward his mouth and kissing him, his cock slipping out of my body. “I’m gonna fuck you again. A couple more times before the sun comes up.”

I yawn. “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired.”

“I’ll wake you back up.”

He rolls me over so he’s the one who’s on top.

And then proceeds to make good on his promise.

We’re driving home the next afternoon, both of us exhausted but content. Quiet. My phone is plugged in and we’re listening to one of my playlists I made earlier this summer. The song is called “Trust” by Brent Faiyaz, and while I’m not that familiar with his music, I’m totally jamming to the mellow tune, nodding my head to the beat, absorbing the lyrics.

You told me I could trust you, don’t lie.

“Is that true?” he asks me out of nowhere. “Those lyrics. Can I trust you?”

I glance over at him with a frown. That’s usually my line. I’m the one who hitches myself to the most untrustworthy motherfucker on the planet. Well, not always, but especially early on, I dealt with a few, shall we say, shady characters. “Yes, you definitely can—but what exactly are you referring to?”

“Can I trust that when we return home, you won’t diss me? Pretend I don’t exist?” He concentrates on driving, but he’s gripping that steering wheel with all he’s got. Practically white knuckling it. He seems…

Stressed.

About me?

“This trip was so much fun,” I tell him, reaching out so I can rub his thigh. It’s as hard as a rock.

A shiver steals through me. His muscles are such a total turn-on.

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