I frowned and took a small step back. “I’m sorry I came here and ruined your peace and quiet.”
“No, no, no,” he said gripping my waist. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
He pulled me back. My body was against his and he wasn’t hiding the fact that his dick was incredibly hard. In fact, I was pretty sure he wanted me to know.
“In fact,” he said his voice deep and low. “I’m glad that you’re here.”
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t think of a single of a single word to reply. Frankie was the hottest guy I’d ever seen and he did things to me I’d never experience.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he said as he moved a stray strand of my charcoal hair away from my eye. “How long are you here for?”
“Three more days,” I said.
“Three days, huh?” he said grinning. “That’s not long.”
I exhaled between my parted lips. “I wish I could stay here forever.”
“Maybe we make them the best three days for the both of us, hmm?” Frankie asked. “Do you have a husband back home?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not sure it would matter if I did.”
Frankie laughed. “I don’t have anyone either. I think we’re both looking for the same thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
“An escape,” Frankie said bringing his lips closer to mine. “A break from life.”
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for,” I said my voice feather-soft.
His fingers glided around my lower back and he pressed me closer. He kissed me as the waves gently splashed into us, moving our bodies ever so slightly as if we were one complete unit.
Frankie’s lips were marshmallow soft. I wrapped my hands around his neck, twisting my fingers into his wavy hair.
He pressed his cock against me. “I don’t normally do things like this. At least, not in the last fifteen years.”
“I’ve never done anything like this,” I said.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Frankie said.
“No,” I said. “I need to do something like this.”
Frankie smiled before kissing me again. “Mmm, damn, girl.”
“Should we go back to my cabin? Or maybe yours? Whichever,” I stammered.
“No need for all that,” Frankie said sliding his hands up my sides. He cupped my breasts, squeezing as though I were a delicate, ripe peach as he thumbed my nipple.
My head rolled back as I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of a man’s hands on my body. Frankie pulled the fabric of my top-down and my breasts popped out.
The morning breeze prickled my skin… or maybe it was mostly his touch. He kissed down my neck, pulled back to admire my breasts before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
A delightful tingle ran down my stomach and he didn’t stop until I felt it between my legs.
Frankie held me tight, switched from one nipple to the next. If his lips weren’t wrapped around my delicate skin, his fingers were twisting, flicking, and tugging.
“Baby, you’re so fucking delicious,” Frankie said. “I could do this all day long and never get bored with your salty, sweet skin.”
“If you do it much longer,” I said taking in a breath, “I think I might explode.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait to see you explode,” Frankie said. “But not yet. Not yet.”
I drew in a breath as he worked my body. “I promise nothing.”
“Just relax,” Frankie said smoothly. “Enjoy my touch.”
“That’s the problem,” I said moaning as his hand moved down my stomach. His finger curled and slipped under the elastic of my bikini bottom. “I am enjoying it.”
His finger slid between my folds and I shivered. It was a miracle I hadn’t floated off into a sea of pleasure with the simple touch.
Frankie had me in a place I hadn’t been to ever before. He was like a drug and I had never been higher.
I reached over between his legs and gripped his massive cock. A small breath of surprise seeped out between my lips and he let out a soft chuckle.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Oh, God, yes,” I said stroking his length.
He was like a rock that had been covered with the most expensive of silk fabrics. Frankie groaned as I pumped him along to the same rhythm of his touches.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
“We’ve got hours, baby,” Frankie said.
“I don’t want to wait hours,” I said.
My words had been close to whining. Pouting. But he didn’t understand. I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me.
His hand came out of my bottoms and back up my stomach. He kissed each breath before placing the fabric back in place.
“What’s happening?” I said confusion slathering both my words and my expression.
“I’m making you wait,” Frankie said lightly kissing my lips before shoving himself back inside his shorts.
I shook my head. “I don’t understand. Is this like some sort of terrible game?”
“No. Maybe. But it’s a game we’re both playing,” Frankie said.