“Where was that?” she asked, laughter bubbling under her voice. “You didn’t take that snorkeling, did you?”
“I had it in my wallet. I just moved it to my pocket after lunch.”
This was definitely his seduction. He had come prepared, after all.
Then again, so had she.
“I have one, too, if you’d rather use it,” she whispered.
Grant’s only reaction was to finish ripping open the package and lift her up a little higher as he unrolled the condom over himself.
Ava held her breath, taking in the intent expression on his face, even as she felt her own anticipation building. She wanted to feel guilty—after all, she had barely touched him at all. Then again, he hadn’t touched her much, either, and she was hot and wet and ready for him.
She gasped when, having finished donning the condom, Grant pulled her bikini bottom out of the way. Then she moaned as he guided the tip of his cock to her slick entrance, wiggling as he barely pushed up, then slid back out without fully settling her onto him.
“Yes. Please,” she said again, but this time she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Please what?” Grant asked, his mouth crooked up in a mischievous grin, even as he watched her through eyes smoldering with passion.
“Oh, please, Grant. Fuck me,” Ava begged.
“Hang on,” he whispered, then thrust upwards at the same moment he loosened his grip enough to let her drop down onto him.
The sudden sensations as she stretched to take him in completely made her eyelids flutter closed, and all she could do was repeat “yes,” over and over, even as she tightened and loosened her thighs to meet him, thrust for thrust, as he pumped into her.
Fucking her on the beach wasn’t exactly what I had planned.
The thought had run through Grant’s mind even as he pulled the condom out of the small interior pocket in his swim trunks, and the irony of the thought contrasted with his obvious planning to do just that, should the opportunity arise, almost made him laugh.
Then he was inside her, and there was no more room for thought. She pulsed around him, loosening to pull him into the deepest, hottest part of her, then tightening around his cock in a way that made him almost weak.
Grant shifted his hands to grip her ass tightly, pulling her closer as he drove into her. She whimpered, and he moved his hands again, this time making sure he could still hold her with one hand while he slid the other between them.
For just an instant, he wished he’d had the foresight to take off her bikini bottoms before he picked her up. But he discovered quickly enough that he could fit his hand down the front of them.
Lightly, he dragged his knuckles downward through her curls until he brushed them against her clit. Her sharp inhale and the tightening of her pussy around his cock made him swell even more, and he began to circle her clit with his thumb as he moved inside her.
Her own rhythmic motions grew faster. Throwing her head back made it more difficult for Grant to hold her in place, but he wouldn’t have stopped for anything. They could have toppled to the sand beneath them, and still he would have pounded into her.
When she leaned her forehead against his and stared into his eyes, her breath hard and fast and mingling with his own, it was all he could do to keep from coming right then.
God, yes. This woman. Now. Always.
Ava closed her eyes, her breath ragged and her movements wild as she ground her clit against his hand and pushed herself down onto him until he was as deep as he had ever been in any woman—deeper—and he could feel the pressure building in his stomach and his balls, ready to explode into her, and still he tried to move even closer to her, further into her, as if he could reach the very core of her.
Ava came with a cry, shudders wracking her body as she clung to him, tightening around Grant in waves that seemed to match the sound of the ocean, the sound of his heart. And then he was pouring himself into her, every pulse of his own earth-shattering orgasm a hot reminder of how much he loved Ava.
When Ava could think again—beyond simply “Yes” and “don’t stop”—she realized Grant’s legs were trembling. She wasn’t surprised. The way he had swelled and heated inside her just before his orgasm had triggered something inside her—either a second orgasm, or a continuation of her first, she wasn’t sure.
In any case, that white-hot passion had wiped out everything else from her consciousness, leaving her draped helplessly, and almost bonelessly, around Grant. Apparently, he had managed to keep them upright. If Ava had been in charge of the standing, she wasn’t sure she would have done as well.
The thought made her giggle against the crook of his neck, and she dropped a kiss against the hollow there as Grant asked, “What?” His voice was more than a little breathless.
“You can put me down now, I think.”
At that, he laughed, too. “I’m not sure I can. But I’ll try.”