Chapter 19 #2
She leaned closer in a tease, tilting her head up while lowering her lashes. Through pouted lips she slowly said the word "babe."
He responded with force, dragging her to him upward until he was holding her. Catalina’s legs wrapped tight around his torso. Cupping his face, their mouths clashed together like colliding trains, teeth bumping together and tongues tangling. His grip on her ass tightened.
The first time they had gotten together back in college, the air had been filled with lust but also a lot of fumbling and giggles and something very sweet. This was something new altogether, as though an out-of-control hunger would consume each other.
“Babe,” he said on a heavy breath in the small moment of separation as the heated angle of their kiss changed. Trey bit her lower lip.
She moaned in response because she was vibrating with tension, wanting to explode from it, tired of dancing around how much she wanted him, how much she was willing to bend all the way over for him. “You might have a concussion,” she said through pants.
“What?” The question was muffled as he pressed his face into her neck, breathing her in.
“When you got knocked out earlier today, you may have gotten a concussion. It’s probably not a good idea for you to go to sleep.”
He dragged his lips and teeth along the skin of her neck. “You might be right. We should probably do everything we can to keep me up tonight.”
“All that we can, several times,” she agreed. Oh God, she wanted him and wanted him now.
Trey loosened his grip, and she slid down his body until she found her footing on the surface of the shell. Her fingers went to the waistband of his shorts and began to undo it, no longer patient enough to wait.
“You’re not in too much pain, are you?” In truth, she was feeling somewhat sore from all the knocking around she had experienced throughout the day, but even so, she didn’t care at this moment.
“I don’t feel anything but what I want to feel,” he responded. “And right now, all I want to feel is the inside of you. Your bikini has been driving me wild long enough.”
She wished her bathing suit had remained in pristine condition instead of stained and dirty, but the way his eyes glittered when roaming her body—if he didn’t care, why should she?
Catalina pushed down his shorts in a single motion and froze as she took in his gloriously naked body. Good God. She tilted her head in serious contemplation. “I think you’re right. It does look bigger.”
“Right?” he said.
It could have been her current hot and heavy lusty mood, but his dick did appear slightly larger than she remembered.
Not that there was anything wrong with what he had before or that it was comically out of proportion.
It only made her take pause and wonder if both their minds were playing tricks on them.
It didn’t make any sense, but it’s not as if they were going to get any answers to explain anything.
Still mesmerized by that one area of his anatomy, she reached up to undo the knot at her neck of her halter-style bikini top, but he stopped her by saying, “I want to do that.”
“Okay.” Cat was willing to let him do anything he wanted.
His eyes were dark and glittering. “Get down on all fours.”
She followed his command, looking back as he towered over her.
Even with the fabric between her and the shell, she didn’t know how long she could stay in this position with her knees pressing into the hardness of the surface.
But she forgot all about the discomfort when he kneeled behind her, bending his form over her, his hands stroking along her spine to the knot at her neck.
As he worked to undo it, he pressed hot kisses against her skin.
It felt so good—she arched into him, an electric spark traveling down to the very core of her.
Maybe her husband had been right all along—that this buzz had always been here, surrounding them. Maybe that was love.
After the knot was loosened, his hands slid across her sides before going to the front of her body.
Squeezing her breasts together, his mouth took the undone ties, pulling them free, allowing him to slip the fabric away and to press his large hands over every bare part of her.
He continued to nibble along her neck, pressing his hardness into her backside.
"I don't know how long I can hold off before showing you how much I've really missed you." His voice was strained, demonstrating the same frustrating agony she experienced as well.
"I don't want you to hold off.”
He released a small groan, and that was that.
In quick succession, the bikini top was off, and he pushed the bottoms to her knees, holding her hips as he pushed into her from behind.
The whimper of need escaping her lips at the absolute pleasure being met by him was embarrassing, but it’s not as if Trey would mind.
He pulled back before pushing in again, his own moan whispering across the delicate skin along her spine as he wrapped himself around her, holding her possessively to him.
“God, you feel good,” he mumbled, moving more forcefully.
The way he was taking her was almost primal, as though the frantic friction between them was enough to smooth every irritant in their life away, like turning specks of sand into pearls.
He flipped her over so she was on her backside and yanked her bikini bottoms off the rest of the way before pushing himself between her legs.
His brows slashed together, his eyes dark, in an expression of pure determination, one that would make him look furious if she didn’t know any better.
Catalina understood it, feeling all of the agony because it had taken them this long to get here, that her own stubbornness had almost made her miss a chance at this.
It was all she could manage to give it back as hard as he did, latching on to him and peppering him with love bites.
“You want me.” It wasn’t a question from him but rather a growled statement of fact as his movements pushed harder and got more demanding.
“Yes,” was all she managed to say because she was getting the familiar feeling of having her heart as full of him as her body, and she didn’t know how there was room for anything else.
The emotion was overwhelming. “Yes, God, I want you, Trey,” she said, biting back a sob as tears sprang to her eyes, wondering if this might be the last time they’d have a moment like this when everything about their future seemed so uncertain.
“I need you.” Her breath and senses were being swept away, and she could only dig her fingers into the fabric behind her head.
A symphony of their pants and groans echoed among the caverns of the conch shell.
“Oh God, Trey,” she repeated until she was slammed with an explosion of sensations, her back arching and twisting, the relief settling into her chest like an answer to an unspoken prayer.
Trey wasn’t far behind, his muscles shaking, his form becoming sloppy when he groaned and collapsed into a satisfied heap on top of her.
All she could do was wrap her arms around his sweat-speckled shoulders as she attempted to catch her own breath.
Because, Goddamn. Everyone was right. There was something to be said about makeup sex.
She didn’t even care if he was currently crushing her. Crush away was her new motto.
“Thank you,” he said between soft pants. “I needed that.”
She released a light laugh. “Yeah, I guess I did too. I’m also suddenly finding all your previous points on how amazing you are to be very convincing.”
He raised his head, supporting it on a bent elbow. “Oh yeah, even my sunblock one?”
“Mm-hmm.” She trailed a finger across his skin. “Especially the sunblock one.”
“Would you say this was a shell of a good time?” Trey wiggled his eyebrows playfully at her.
“Please don’t ruin this with dad puns.”
“You liked the…” He paused before continuing with, “…motion of the ocean.”
“Stop! I hate it.” Her words couldn’t be very convincing. She couldn’t help but grin, laugh, and love every ridiculous nano-inch of him.
“Guess I’ll have to come up with some more reasons then.”
“Guess so.” In fact, she didn’t mind if he spent the whole night convincing her.