Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)

Not unlike my view right now.

Blue water, islands, and even bluer skies were all I could see through the cabana doors. That and the newly tanned skin of Kalli’s entirely naked body lying next to me in a California king-sized bed. Unless we left the cabana to head to the mainland for a meal or activity, I’d made it clear no clothes were allowed. If we were in the cabana or on the private deck, I preferred her naked. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since the rule applied to me as well. This made for a beautiful toasty-brown color of a tan, with no tan lines from a bathing suit. She was sun kissed everywhere.

I raised my head to look at her face, which was peaceful and soft. Her blonde hair, which she’d let grow even longer, was everywhere—just the way I liked it. I placed my hand on her shoulder, my skin lightly grazing hers, and ran it softly all the way down her rib cage, past her waist, and over the swell of her hips. She stirred slightly, not fully waking, but jostling a bit. My hand continued to roam over her hip, across her thigh, until my fingers were barely sweeping over her sex.

I applied pressure there, wanting her to wake with my hand between her legs, with my fingers sinking into her. Her body cooperated, rolling toward me as her eyes fluttered open. I watched as she blinked, trying to gain her bearings as her legs fell open, granting me the access I was looking for. I spread her lips with my fingers and slowly pushed one in. Her eyes went from hazy and confused to immediately sharp with arousal.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered as my finger slowly moved in and out of her. Before she could answer I slipped in a second and watched as her mouth parted with a sigh.

“It’s not morning anymore,” she responded, her words spaced between sharp and rapid breaths. “It was morning a few hours ago when you woke me up and took me outside to make love while the sun came up.”

I had done that. It was my best idea of the day, watching Kalli come as the orangey-pink light of the sunrise washed over her. But my fingers now easily moving inside Kalli’s warm and wet sex would run a close second.

She gasped as I moved my fingers to her clit, drawing circles around it, then lightly smoothing over it in a way I knew would drive her mad.

I moved over her fully, pressing a kiss to her lips, then slowly moving downward as my hand still worked her over. I stopped and dipped my tongue in her navel, leaving kisses all around it, then continued lower, moving my whole body to rest between her legs.

By the time I made myself comfortable she was writhing, her body begging me for contact while her mouth was too busy gasping to ask for what she needed.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” I lowered my mouth to her and my body, which was already desperately turned on, reacted just to her taste and scent. I loved everything about Kalli, but I was addicted to her pussy. I dove in deep, fucking her with my tongue, loving the way her hips jolted up. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her legs open to give me unobstructed access to her wetness. My tongue moved up to circle her clit and that’s when she started climbing into the stratosphere.

“Oh, God, Riot,” she crooned loudly, aware that there was no one around to hear us. I’d fully enjoyed her body since we’d been there and the way she was bare to me, holding nothing back. There was nothing that turned me on more than listening to her, hearing her, when I was inside her. Knowing I was making her feel that good, so good that she couldn’t contain herself, could bring me from simply aroused to painfully hard in seconds.

“That’s my girl,” I said, before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. Her hips tried to buck up off the bed, but my hands held her down, kept her right against my mouth. I loved watching her get off, loved watching the way her nipples hardened, the way her breasts heaved up and down, faster and faster, with her breaths. I loved watching her try to figure out what to do with her hands; they always started at her head, gripping her hair, but then as the orgasm built they moved lower to her breasts, palming them and pinching her nipples as if that would bring her some relief.

This time, however, as I gazed up at her, she looked down at me. That was rare. Not the eye contact, no, I looked her in the eyes all the time when my cock was inside her and I was face to face with her. Rarely did she ever watch me as I went down on her. It was as if she were afraid watching me work her over with my mouth would make it too intense.