Chapter 26 #2
He huffed lightly, already knowing he had this in the bag. “I’ll try, but if ever you want this thing to stop between us, you only have to say the word and I’ll stop. Until then, I’m about to try make you forget about everything but us. Is that okay?”
“Exactly what I ordered,” I whispered, leaving my lips parted as I stared up at him, begging to be kissed. Begging to be taken. Begging to be ruined.
His eyes searched mine for a second longer before he kissed me in the Aegean waters, with a beachful of strangers far enough away for only the sun, sea, and sky to know what we were really doing.
The kiss started out slow, tender. A meeting of two people getting used to the taste of each other before they allowed themselves to gorge on something as sinful as us.
His tongue met mine in a perfect slow dance, the two of us moving together in a way that felt rehearsed, and I clung to his wrists as he held my head in place, guiding me where he wanted me, where I hadn’t even known I needed him to go.
It didn’t take long for a small groan to rumble in Henry’s throat, and then the kiss became more urgent, more explicit, until he had to pull back and take a breath, leaving us staring at each other, panting.
I didn’t feel cold, but my skin broke out in goosebumps anyway.
I’d never been looked at that way before in my life.
He loosened his grip on my hair, letting both hands trail down either side of my neck and over my shoulders, his eyes tracking his every touch until his hands fell beneath the water, down over my hips, around to the back to my arse cheeks.
Not wasting a moment, he hoisted me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist until I was eye-level with him.
I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against the seam of my arse as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and the thrill of it sent a tingle through my body that had an unexpected shudder running over me.
“Cold?” he asked, all husky and raw.
“Horny,” I answered.
“You want me to fuck you in the ocean, Phoebe?”
My heart raced at even the thought of it, and I cast a quick glance back at the people on the beach, wondering who could see us. Wondering if they even cared. They were mere bodies drifting farther and farther away from us with every step Henry guided us towards the horizon, away from prying eyes.
He raised his left hand out of the water, pressed it to my cheek, and guided my attention back to him. “Don’t worry about them. They can’t see a thing from so far away. Out here, it’s just you and me.”
“I don’t care about them,” I admitted. It was the truth; I didn’t.
For reasons I couldn’t understand, the thought of someone watching Henry fuck me turned me on.
Maybe it was because I didn’t know anyone here.
We were a world away from home, after all.
Or maybe it was because, with him, all the things I’d never dared to fantasise about before suddenly felt possible.
He must have read something in my gaze, because he ran his free hand through my hair again, holding me against him in the water with nothing but one strong arm. “You like the idea of being watched?”
“I’ve never thought about it before now.”
“And?”
“It doesn’t repulse me.”
That half smile would be my undoing. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He released my hair again, sinking his hand into the water so he was holding me up with both arms now as he turned me so my back was to the beach, and all I could see was him and the horizon.
“The first time I fuck you, though, I want you to be looking at me and only me. No one else. You understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Just you.”
“Do you want it here? Now?” He rolled his hips against me, tugging me closer against him until my pussy rubbed up against his stomach, drawing out a moan I couldn’t control.
The friction of that one point of contact mixed with the promise of what was to come felt explosive.
“Because I can give you whatever you want, Phoebe. No matter how dirty. No matter how public. No matter how unromantic. It doesn’t have to be a perfect setting for it to be a good fuck. ”
“This seems pretty perfect to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank Christ.” His mouth was on mine again within a single breath, and his fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me impossibly closer as he ran his cock up and down the seam of my arse cheeks.
The waves moved us soft and slow, but it didn’t take long for our touch to turn hard and fast, the contradictory slow burn of our fast romance all crashing together until I just… needed… him… inside me.
“Hold onto me,” he ordered against my mouth as he hoisted me up, holding me tightly, feeding me what I needed before he brushed his fingers along my bikini-clad pussy, teasing me into a frenzy without even hitting any major G-spots.
When he finally pushed the material aside and slipped two fingers deep inside me, I curled my arms even tighter around him, inhaling sharply against his parted mouth as I opened my eyes and stared into his.
He pushed into me again and again, slowly yet firm, commanding. My body rose and fell with each thrust as I clamped down around him, the euphoria quick to build as I held his gaze, the two of us lost in each other’s gaze.
“I love the way you clench around me,” he said, his voice ladened with sex, lips barely moving as he spoke. “You need me, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I… Fuck. I n-need you.” I gasped, too lost in this feeling to deny anything anymore, no matter how vulnerable it left me.
“That’s my girl.”
Henry’s mouth fell to the curve between my collarbone and neck, and he bit down lightly before he sucked at the skin there as though marking his territory.
I wanted to throw my head back and moan, to let him claim me in any way he wished, but I somehow stayed curled into him, letting him push in and out as jolts of pleasure built up and spread across my stomach, making my head dizzy.
I wanted to come, but I wanted him inside me first.
Curling my fingers into his back, I nuzzled into his neck before rising up to his ear and whispering, “I need you inside me when I come, Henry. All of you.”
He stilled as though my words caught him by surprise before he drew back to look me in the eye again. He didn’t say anything as he pulled his fingers out of me, fisted his cock between us, and pressed it to my bare pussy, where he waited for… something?
“I want this,” I reassured him. “I need you.”
“I know. I just… I want to remember this moment.”
Those few words mixed with the look on his face were almost too much to bear, but then he began to move again, and before I could say or do anything, Henry slowly pushed himself inside me, inch by glorious inch, until I didn’t think I could take anymore.
My brows rose, and my mouth parted as we stared at each other, taking it all in.
“Jesus, Phoebe,” he breathed, pulsing inside me when I clenched around him, making me fuller than I’d ever been.
“You feel…”
“… incredible,” he finished.
“Yeah,” I sighed heavenly.
Henry began to move, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the size of him, which hadn’t been a surprise. Everything about Henry had been impressive from the first moment I walked into him, and this may have been the most impressive thing of all.
“Curl into me,” he moaned as he dug his fingers into my arse cheeks again and pulled me even closer, the water making me weightless in his arms. “Make it look like we’re hugging while I hold you like this and fuck you until you want to scream.
I’ll bounce your pretty pussy up and down my cock, and no one will have a clue about it but us. Another dirty secret of ours.”
Oh, God. This man was going to break me, and I wanted nothing more than to submit to his destruction.
I did as he asked, wrapping myself around him, even though all I wanted to do was stare into his eyes and watch every expression on his face as we did this for the very first time.
But the moment he really started to move, the waves sloshing around us, I didn’t give a damn about anything other than the ecstasy building within me.
He thrust sharp and hard, hitting me deep inside until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
My short, heavy pants against his ear soon turned into elongated moans I couldn’t hold back.
Moans I didn’t want to hold back. His grunts only made my orgasm grow closer, along with the little curse words he set free every time it felt too good for him to control.
We fucked in the ocean with no one around us as though we’d die if we came apart for even a second.
My body sang and my mind went into a state of blissful euphoria all over again, because being bad with Henry felt too natural. Too good .
“Henry, I’m?—”
“Me, too,” he panted. “Fuck, me, too.”
“I need to see you,” I said, pulling back and pressing my forehead against his, not caring who saw what, or thought we looked too intimate. I didn’t care about anything but this feeling. My God, this feeling. “So… full,” I whimpered. “Of you. I want you… everywhere.”
“Jesus. You’re… fuck .”
With our heads pressed together and our breaths becoming one, we climbed and climbed and climbed until sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his mouth hung open limply.
As if he knew I was right on the edge, he reached around and pressed his thumb to my clit, making me see not only the stars, but every part of the galaxy, too.
With a few slow but firm rotations of his thumb, my orgasm exploded, making my body shudder in his grip and all my noises of appreciation fall free until I became completely limp in his arms, being held up by only him and the ocean that caressed our skin like a third party in this scandalous affair.
“So… damn… beautiful,” he managed to push out, then he slammed into me one final time before he pulled himself out completely, emptying himself into the ocean instead of inside me.
Our breaths were ragged as we just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. All the sexual tension had built up to this very moment, where we’d finally screwed and brought things to a head.
A fleeting thought flashed through my mind, and I wondered if he’d want nothing more to do with me now he’d got his way.
Now he’d had me. Would he go back to being the miserable Henry I first met?
Would he be cold and distant? A complete arsehole all over again?
But the thought didn’t last long, because Henry wasted no time in closing the distance between us before bringing me into another tender kiss that made my insides melt all over again.
We kissed like that for what felt like a lifetime, yet not long enough, never letting each other go.
He never loosened his grip. He never set me free.
For a single moment in time, I wondered if he ever would, too scared of the answer being yes, too ecstatic by the possibility of the answer being no.