“God, Summer.”
She reached for me but I caught her wrists.
“Not yet.”
I turned her, pressing her palms flat against the rock wall that provided further privacy. I ran my hands slowly down her sides, over the flare of her hips, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them without being asked. Her legs were trembling.
I pressed my lips to the curve of her shoulder, her spine, the small of her back. She dropped her head forward and exhaled a long, shaking breath.
“Colt, that feels so good.”
I slipped my hand between her legs, running my palm up the interior of her thigh, and then cupped her sex. I felt the heat. She was so ready for me. I pushed her against the wall, using one knee to spread her legs. My fingers teased her, pulling softmoans from her while my teeth skated across the back of her neck.
“So fucking good,” she moaned.
I pressed my body against her back, one hand flat against the rock wall beside hers, the other still working between her thighs. She was slick and swollen under my fingers and every small sound she made went straight through me.
“Please,” she breathed against the stone.
I reached between us and freed myself, dragging the head of my cock through her slickness, feeling her shudder. She pushed her hips back against me. I had to clench my jaw to keep from losing it right there.
“Someone is impatient,” I teased.
She moaned, wiggling her ass against me.
“Easy,” I murmured against her ear.
“Colt.”
“Fuck, woman. You drive me fucking crazy.”
I gripped her hip with one hand, used the other to guide myself to her entrance, and pushed in slowly. She exhaled a long, broken sound. Her palms pressed harder against the rock. I stilled, buried to the hilt, my forehead dropping to the back of her neck. She was impossibly warm around me, no barrier between us, nothing. Just her.
“Okay?” My voice came out wrecked.
“Don’t stop.” She rolled her hips, urging me to move.
I pulled back and thrust forward. Her breathing came in sharp little gasps each time I filled her. I kept one hand braced on the wall and slid the other around her hip and down her stomach, finding the spot that made her legs buckle.
“There,” she whimpered. “Right there, don’t you dare stop.”
I circled my fingers against her while I moved, feeling her tighten around me every time I pressed deeper. Her head dropped back against my chest. Her hands moved to the rock,one covering mine. I turned my face into her hair and groaned low, trying to hold my pace steady when everything in me wanted to lose control entirely.
“You feel so good,” I said against her temple. “God, Summer, you have no idea.”
She turned her head just enough to find my jaw with her lips. Her fingers laced over mine on the wall. I picked up the pace, slapping my pelvis against her ass. She arched her back, changing the angle and taking me deeper. I felt the tingling at the base of my spine.
Her breathing went ragged and uneven. Her whole body was trembling, her thighs pressing back against mine with every stroke.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m so close, Colt.”
I pressed harder against her with my fingers, kept my hips driving forward, my mouth at her ear. “Let go,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
She came apart against my hand with a cry that she muffled against her own arm, her body clenching hard around me in waves. I followed her over the edge with my face buried in her neck, her name the only word I had left.
My body sagged against hers, pushing her against the stone. I told myself to be careful but she’d squeezed me so hard, I had no strength in my legs. It took several seconds for me to regain my strength.
I stepped back and turned her to face me. My hand slid over her breasts, cringing when I saw the redness. “Sorry.”