He bared down on her, knowing that this was the point of no return.
For months, he'd sworn off women--had told himself he was above that now. And yet, a few days with Felicia Webb had changed all that. He didn't care that she was exactly the hard-headed sort of business woman he'd sworn off in the first place. He didn't care that she was leaving soon. He didn't even care that this was bound to end in disaster.
All he knew was that he had to have her.
And soon.
"Someone will see." Her protest was a weak one, so faint that he'd barely heard it, but then he pulled back and looked around them.
Storm clouds were rolling in over head and most of the beachgoers had abandoned their spots along the shore to retreat to the little shopping district up the slope. Nearby, a little inlet of rocks might hide them from the view of anybody who'd hung around.
"I have an idea." With one hand, he pulled her up with him to stand and them led her to the little alcove just as it began to rain.
The droplets cascaded down the rock, and when he turned to look at Felicia, little specs of water dotted her face, making her somehow even more beautiful.
"Come here," he said, and pulled her to him again.
This time, there was not even an instant of resistance.
She melted against him, leaning into his kiss as he pressed he reached for her bikini clasp and flicked it open with ease. In one move, he tugged it over her head and then caressed the supple curve of her breast, rolling his thumb over her already-stiff nipples before moving lower and hooking his thumb around her bikini bottoms.
"Yes," she hissed against his ear and he trailed a line of closed lip kisses down her neck, toward her collar bone, and lower still as he pulled the tiny bottoms away. As he moved, he sank to his knees and led her back against the wall.
Then, when she was finally laid bare to him, he spread her legs apart and kissed the pretty pink space between her thighs, lapping his tongue up and down before finally finding the stiff bundle of nerves at the apex.
"Trey..." She gasped, and then he heard a little slap as she fell back against the wall. "I--"
"Shh, baby," he whispered. "I know."
His cock throbbed against his swim trunks and he bit back the urge to give in and pull her down onto the sand with him. He knew what she wanted, maybe even what she needed, but he couldn't give it to her. Not just yet.
With one finger, he pushed inside her slick heat and she arched against his mouth, inviting him to lick and suck until she broke apart at his touch.
"Yes, baby," he murmured. Then he set to work again, licking her in time with the thrust of his fingers, loving every little twitch and moan his work elicited.
"Trey, Trey I need you." She was practically whimpering, but he closed his eyes and pressed on. She was close, he knew. He could feel her walls constricting, could feel the tension in her body building to its climax. Only a few more moves and...
"Trey, please, please. I want to feel you inside me when I come. I want to come around you. I want, I want..." She was panting, her breasts heaving with the effort of her speech, and finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck," he growled, then grasped her arm and pulled her down to the ground with him. With one sharp move, he pulled off his swimsuit, then grabbed the condom from his pocket and rolled it down over his shaft.
"Touch yourself for me," he commanded, and she did. For a moment, he watched as she caressed herself, moving her hand in tiny circles over her clit.
He swallowed hard. "You're the hottest woman on earth, you know that?" he asked, but her response was choked out by a gasp.
"Trey, I'm so close. I'm so..." She breathed deep, the pretty pink flush on her cheeks reddening as she worked herself faster.
He couldn't take it anymore. Gripping himself, he shoved inside her, hard and deep, and just as quickly he felt her come undone. Felt her walls tighten and quake as he pulled her hands over her head and dove harder and deeper.
She was so wet, so tight, so perfect. And as her pants became more shallow, he worked her faster still, needing to eek out every last bit of her climax until she had nothing left to give. Until she was totally and completely spent.
"Trey, I'm..." She tried to tell him, but she couldn't manage. Instead, that full, fuckable mouth of hers stretched into one big "o" and he knew without her having to say a word.
She was his.
Then it was all too much. She was too much. The sweet pressure of her, the hot slickness of her around his aching need.
His balls drew up, and then he joined her in the final moments of her release, pushing into her with quick, needy thrusts.
"Fuck," he groaned, and as much as he wanted to close his eyes and focus on the earth-shattering pleasure of his release, he couldn't help himself but to stare down at Felicia. To focus on the rosy redness of her cheeks, the fullness of her mouth. The satisfaction that glimmered in her eyes.
And that was when he knew.
He was done for.
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