Chapter 10
Ialready know how tonight will end. With steamy sex on cool sheets. My cries of bliss will echo across the sea.
“Not here,” I whisper desperately as his massive steel pushes up against my well of desire.
He nibbles my ear. “We could go in the water.”
“At night? With all the big fish swimming about? No way.”
He pouts, as cute as if he were five. “Scaredy cat.”
“I cross my arms. Mostly to stop me from dragging him off behind a coconut tree and yanking down his pants.
Or to lay down in the cool sand and feel his tongue deep diving into my honey pot.
That magic tongue would slide its way between my folds, lick my slit, circle around my pulsating clit, then plunge mercilessly in and out of my pussy until there’s nothing but sweet, sweet oblivion.
His tongue can make me come in less than five minutes. We could literally go into the dark trees, and he could bring me to a frenzy before anyone missed us.
As if aware that I’m seriously considering it, one of his callused fingers slides between my shorts and strokes my pussy.
A jolt of excitement thrills through me.
His other arm wraps around pulling my head to his shoulder.
“There’re people all over the beach,” I argue weakly.
“Everyone’s dancing,” he says soothingly. “Relax. It’ll feel so good,” he whispers like a bad devil on my shoulder.
His finger works itself beneath the flimsy cloth of my panties.
“Oh baby,” he breathes. “You’re wet.”
“I know.” My voice is husky and breathless.
I can’t speak. Sparks are flying through me. My body tenses on the edge of falling off a cliff.
He presses his finger to the entrance of my pussy. His fingertip circles around it like a butterfly kissing the lips, the labia, then finally . . . glides into the deep deep center of me. Rubbing my G-spot with careful control.
My flower widens beneath his attention. I want to spread my legs so bad. Push his head between my legs. Feel his tongue and fingers at the same time.
I whimper, “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls.
As if knowing we’re on a deadline, my pussy ramps up its wetness. Juices flow like a river.
“You’re soaking baby. God, this is agony. I want to fuck you so bad. Lean you back on this log and take you right here.”
My voice is a whimper. I want to beg him to take me. Drag me to a dark spot and fuck me from behind. From on top. Fuck me every way he can until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to come,” I cry.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice is soft but fierce. Demanding. “I want you to pour out on my hand. Give me all of you.”
His thick thumb presses down on my clit, releases pressure, and presses again. His long dexterous fingers stroke, caress, slide into my pussy, rubbing the G-zone I didn’t know I had before I met him.
The frenzy is coming. I shut my eyes. The pressure builds like a roller coaster climbing up a hill. Slowly. Surely. Cresting.
Holy moly. This is going to be a rocking orgasm. The kind that shakes the trees.
His fingers ramp up their action. They rub faster. Pluck my clit firmer. Plunge through my juices with abandon.
And then. Whoosh! I’m flying into the night.
Every nerve ending in my sweet clit explodes. Flashes of light follow behind my eyeballs.
Everything ceases to exist except Keston Kips and my pussy.
A scream rises in my throat, but Keston’s mouth closes on mine. He catches my scream. Takes my breath away literally.
His fingers do not falter. They keep up the constant pressure and the same movement, never missing a beat.
My poor, sweet pussy weeps with gratitude.
Coming back to reality, my eyes pop open.
At that moment I see Tabitha’s glare stabbing me with icicles all the way from across the beach. She must know what he’s doing to me.
I don’t know whether to feel embarrassed. Or relieved.