Sink or Swim (Beach Kingdom 3)

“Inside. Right.” He licked rain off the swell of her breasts with a savoring tongue. “Jesus, I’m dying to make you come. I’m fucking dying for it.”

Jiya’s fingers got lost in his hair, twisting. “As many times as I want.”

Not a question.

Fog rolled into his eyes. “Yes. Over and over, until you order me to stop.”

The moisture slicking Jiya’s folds made her squirm and Andrew took the hint, pulling her off the house and lifting her toward the window. He set her butt on the sill and she turned, dropping down into his nearly pitch black room. With the beat of her heart resounding in her ears, she pulled her dress off and watched Andrew climb into the window after her, ducking his wet head beneath the frame. When he straightened, the diffused moonlight outlined his thick shoulders and desire stretched out in her belly, needy and anxious.

On his way toward her, Andrew yanked off his sodden T-shirt and dropped it on the floor, fingers wasting no time working his belt, pulling leather through loops. “Sweetheart, baby, let me get you off. Please.” His zipper was shoved down, pants kicked off. “I’ve been a wreck without the honor. I want your come all over me. I want your body to run out of the shit.”

The pressing of his muscular frame to her softer one forced the air from her lungs in uneven gasps. Already her thighs were trembling, her stomach hollowing. Every inch of her skin was sensitized beyond belief. So much so that when Andrew tucked his fingers into her panties to pull them down, she fell back against the wall, panting.

“Goddamn. You missed my cock so badly,” Andrew said, his mouth moving on her ear. “And you’ve only had it once, Jiya. When you’re getting it on the regular, you’ll feel empty and irritable without it. You know what’s so fucking nice about that? I’m going to love you being irritable and bossy with my dick. I’m going to get so hard every time and you’ll have a fat cock to play with.”

“Andrew,” she half admonished, half moaned. “Stop. I can’t take it.”

His smirk would have been cocky if it wasn’t for the absolute adoration shining from his eyes. “What about my tongue?” He dropped to his knees for the second time that night, his rough hands massaging a path up her thighs. “Can you take that?”

“I…” Her neck lost its function. “I-I don’t know…”

The press of his lips over her clit set loose a series of little explosions all along her nerve endings and before she knew it, her hands were locked around Andrew’s head, pulling him close. “Tilt your hips,” he breathed in between licks of her sensitive flesh. “Let me tongue it all down. Every spot.”

Twin lights spun in front of her eyes, growing brighter the longer Andrew remained on his knees. In a seemingly unconscious move, he propped her thigh on his shoulder and slipped his tongue inside her entrance, twisting his face left to right and groaning. “Oh my God,” she pushed through clenched teeth, her core beginning to clench hard, so hard. “I’m going to. I’m going to.”

Then his tongue found her clit and she buckled, saved from falling only when Andrew pressed a fist to the lowest point of her belly and pinned her to the wall. He twisted that fist slowly, gently applying suction to her clit and pleasure wracked her body. Jiya literally felt like she’d been flung off a precipice and her fingers turned to claws, raking the walls on the sides of her hips, and then his shoulders. His eager grunts sank her nails in deeper, instinctively, and that allowance to let herself be amplified satisfied something inside of her. Something deep. And her flesh seized all the harder, leaving moisture on her fiancé’s French kissing mouth.

Jiya was all but depleted when Andrew stood, but one look at his fierce expression robbed her of exhaustion. She wrapped her fist around his shaft and watched his muscles ripple into tightness. Pressed her tongue to his shoulder to absorb his shudder, listened to his shallow breathing. “I can feel your engagement ring on my cock. You have any idea what that does to me?” Andrew said through bared teeth. “Put me between your legs. That’s where I belong.”

Her hand shook while guiding Andrew to her entrance, whimpering when he flexed his hips, his chest expanding, eyes pinched shut, like he might go berserk unless their bodies joined together soon. She fed the head of his thickness inside of her, crying out when he stooped down and thrust up the remaining distance inside of her. Deep. Elevating her against the wall.

Growling into her neck.

“Andrew,” she sobbed, reeling from the absolute fullness, knowing she couldn’t fit more but shifting her hips against him anyway, bringing up her knees, in an effort to do the impossible.