25. SQUALO #2
The downpour came all at once, soaking us within seconds.
Water streamed over her body as my fingers wandered across every inch of her skin, exploring her in silence while my lips devoured hers.
Our tongues spoke for us, saying everything words couldn’t.
Her hands slid across my back, her fingertips tracing slow paths over my skin.
I parted my lips from hers, my face hovering above hers as my fingertips brushed gently over her cheek before I collapsed beside her.
She knelt, then started to stand, but before she could, I caught her hand and tugged her back towards me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, pulling her full weight onto me.
“It’s raining,” she smiled. “I thought we should go inside before lightning strikes us both.”
I chuckled. “The chances of that happening are one in a million.”
“Nah-uh.” She shook her head, pressing a finger to my lips. “Isabella told me the same thing when we boarded the yacht, and now look at us.” She motioned around us.
I placed my hands on her hips as she settled on top of me, my cock already hardening at the feel of her there. I drew her closer against my chest until her back arched.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sit on my face,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your ass.”
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand before a soft, adorable snort slipped out.
I leaned back against the rocks, watching her.
“You’re being serious?” she asked.
I nodded, blinking at her twice.
“Okay.” She nodded back and slowly shifted over me, lowering herself with care until she was above my face, her back to me while she looked out towards the sea.
My palms gripped her hips as I pulled her closer. My tongue slid through her folds while my teeth gently nibbled at her clit before I drew it into my mouth.
“I want to spread you open,” I said, my voice vibrating against her throbbing pussy. “I want to explore every inch of your pussy, and while I do, I want you to do the same for me.” I looked up at her. “Can you?”
I dragged my tongue over her clit. She moaned, her back arching deeper as she leaned forward, her hands wrapping around my throbbing cock.
My hands slid to her thighs, spreading her wider as I held her against my face. My teeth grazed the soft flesh between her thighs before traveling back up to her clit, tasting her as her moans grew louder.
I pulled her closer, her wetness coating my chin while my tongue slipped between her folds, exploring every inch before gliding back to her clit and drawing it into my mouth again.
At the same time, she took my hard cock between her lips, holding it with both hands as she stroked me in slow circles.
She licked the tip before easing me into her mouth, taking me deeper with every movement until I heard her soft gags mixing with our moans.
My hand drifted over the curve of her ass, squeezing before landing a few sharp spanks without breaking rhythm. She gasped, rolling her hips against my face, chasing the pleasure building inside her as I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.
She gave me a few more slow strokes before I caught her hips and guided her back towards my cock. Bracing herself against my knees, she lifted slightly before lowering herself onto me.
I raised my hips, driving into her with one hard thrust. She dropped onto her knees, taking the full length of my cock until there was nowhere left for me to go.
My hands tightened on her hips as I rocked her up and down, drawing another moan from her while her fingertips dug into the skin above my knees.
I spread my knees wider, tipping her forward so her ass lifted before settling back onto me with every roll of her hips. My hand moved from the small of her back into her hair, wrapping my fingers through it. I gently pulled her against me until her back rested against my chest.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “It hurts.” She let out a shaky breath before another breathless, “Yes… yes.”
“I know, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “Take it all in.”
I cupped one breast while my other hand slid between her thighs.
Two fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles as I thrust into her.
Short, staccato moans spilled from her lips, each one telling me she was closer to the edge.
I kept my pace steady, feeling her tighten around my throbbing cock as she drew me in deeper with every movement.
When her body clenched around me again, I gave in and came inside her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, but I continued a few more thrusts until I filled her completely.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as she leaned back, her whole body twitching with aftershocks while she dripped all over me.
For a moment, there was nothing but our uneven breathing and her quiet, breathless giggles. Then, out of nowhere, voices came in the distance.
“Olly,” she whispered. “Please tell me I’m imagining this.”
“No,” I said quietly. I heard them too, and they were getting closer.
I lifted her off me, slipping my cock free.
“Get dressed,” I ordered, grabbing my trousers and pulling them on.
She snatched up my shirt and threw it over herself, fumbling with the buttons as her trembling hands struggled to keep up. There wasn’t time to wait. I caught her hand and hurried towards a narrow opening near the shore that led to a smaller cave.
She limped behind me, falling farther back with every step. I stopped, scooped her into my arms, and rushed the rest of the way.
“Shh,” I whispered, pressing her gently against the rock while my hand covered her mouth. “It’ll be okay.”
She nodded, her brows pinching together as she looked up at me.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“I know.” I pulled her closer, holding her against my chest.
I recognized the voices. It was Andrea Bianchi, and two of his men who occasionally visited my father’s estate.
Slowly, I lowered us to the ground, keeping her wrapped securely in my arms.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I promise.”