“There,” I gasp. “Right there?—”
He adjusts the angle, driving into that spot again and again. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my core. I’m getting wetter, the wet sound of our bodies moving together filling the night.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I slide my hand between us, finding my clit. The added sensation makes me clench around him, and he groans.
“That’s it. Let me feel it.”
I work myself in tight circles, the pressure building. His thrusts get harder, more desperate. Sweat drips from his forehead onto my chest. The moonlight makes everything dreamlike and surreal.
When I come, it crashes through me like a wave. I cry out, my body convulsing around him, and he follows me over theedge. His pulse inside me, filling me with heat, triggers another smaller orgasm that makes me shake.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathing hard. The water laps at our feet. The stars wheel overhead.
“Again,” I say after a moment.
He turns his head to look at me. “Already?”
“We have four years to make up for.”
Something dark and hungry moves through his expression. “That we do my love.”
This time I push him onto his back, straddling him. I sink down onto his cock slowly, watching his face as I take him inch by inch. His hands find my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Cora?—”
I start to move, rolling my hips, finding the rhythm that makes his eyes roll back. The position lets him go deeper, hitting places that make me gasp. I brace my hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him harder.
The moonlight catches on my skin, on the water droplets still clinging to us. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. Him inside me, his hands on me, the pressure building again.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “So perfect inside me.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans. “You’re so tight, so wet?—”
I lean down to kiss him, changing the angle, and we both moan. His hips start to thrust up to meet me, driving deeper.The blanket is completely disheveled now, sand everywhere, but neither of us cares.
When I come this time, I throw my head back, my voice rising in a wordless cry that echoes across the water. He follows immediately, his hands tightening on my hips as he empties himself inside me again.
I collapse onto his chest. His arms come around me, holding me close. His heart pounding against my cheek.
“I love you,” he says quietly. “I never stopped loving you.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I love you too.”
We rest for a while, touching each other lazily, talking in quiet voices about nothing and everything. Then his hand slides between my legs, finding where we’re still joined, where his release is leaking out of me.
“Again?” I ask, smiling.
“I told you. I’m not done.”
He rolls me onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. This angle is different, deeper, more primal. When he pushes inside, I feel it everywhere.
He sets a punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass, his hands gripping my waist. I brace myself on the blanket, pushing back to meet each thrust. The position makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice rough. “You want me to fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop?—”