Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Wade
Istepped back, giving myself space, and reached for the buttons of my shirt.
My fingers worked them open one by one, and I watched her track every movement.
She was learning to look now, to let herself want openly instead of hiding it.
That was progress—the kind that made pride swell even as need clawed at my control.
I shrugged the shirt off, let it fall to the sand, then went for my belt.
The leather slid free with a soft hiss. Buttons, then the zipper.
I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, leaving me in just my boxers.
My cock was straining hard against the fabric, the outline visible even in the moonlight, and I saw her gaze drop to it before flicking back up to my face with a little smile.
Good. I wanted her looking. I wanted her to see exactly what she did to me.
I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face, and looked at her, still pressed against that wall.
The moonlight painted her in silver and shadow—highlighting the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts under that pink fabric, her thighs that were still pressed together like she was trying to hide how wet she was.
"Take off your shirt, darling."
Her hands rose slowly as they reached for the first button. She fumbled with it, her fingers clumsy from nerves or lingering pleasure. She moved to the second one with aching slowness.
It was too slow. Way too fucking slow.
That same feral feeling clawed at the edges of my control—the part of me that had spent all night watching her be brave, watching her face down the man who'd hurt her, watching her walk back into my arms whole and safe.
The part that needed to claim her, to mark her, to make absolutely certain she was mine.
I closed the distance between us in two strides, grabbed the front of her pajama top, and yanked.
The buttons scattered across the sand, the fabric falling open.
She gasped, shock and arousal mixing in the sound, and I chuckled darkly, already pulling the top off her arms and tossing it aside.
"Daddy needs you too badly to be patient," I growled, my hands going to her waist, sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts. "You'll have to forgive me for that."
She stood completely naked now, bathed in moonlight. Her nipples were hard peaks, dusky and perfect against her brown skin, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The ocean breeze made her shiver slightly, raising goosebumps across her arms.
Perfect. She was absolutely fucking perfect, and she was about to be mine again.
I bent and scooped her up into my arms without warning, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and she laughed in surprise, her arms flying around my neck.
"What are you—"
"Taking you into your ocean.” I was already walking across the sand toward the water. "Where you belong."
Her eyes went wide as she realized what I meant, and I felt her breath catch against my throat.
Then we hit the surf.
The first wave rolled over my feet, warm from the tropical heat even at night, and she gasped in delight as the water splashed up against us. I kept walking, carrying her deeper, feeling the sand shift under my feet, feeling the ocean rise up my calves, my knees, my thighs.
The water was silk against my skin—warm and welcoming, lapping at us as I carried her deeper. Moonlight turned the surface into liquid silver, each ripple catching and reflecting light like scattered diamonds.
The sound of waves was a steady rhythm, mixing with our breathing to create something hypnotic.
"This is yours," I told her, adjusting my hold as the water reached my waist. The ocean buoyed some of her weight, making her feel even lighter in my arms. "Your ocean, your freedom, and I'm going to make love to you right here in it."
She looked at me with wonder in her eyes—that same expression I'd seen when I'd first brought her here, when she'd run into the water like she was coming home. Her hair was getting wet now, braids clinging to her shoulders, droplets of seawater catching the moonlight on her skin.
“Have you ever—” she started, her eyes dancing with curiosity. "Have you ever done this before? Because I want to be the first."
She was getting more verbal during our intimate moments. I'd noticed it over the past week. She was learning to ask for what she wanted, to tell me what felt good, to use her voice instead of hiding in silence. It made warmth settle every time.
"Made love in the ocean?" I clarified for her, stopping when the water lapped at the curve of her lower back where I held her. "No. Never. This is just for you, my darling."
Her arms tightened around my neck, and I shifted her in my arms, positioning her so her legs could wrap around my waist. The movement made her core press against my stomach, and I felt the heat of her even through the cool ocean water.
“What do you want to happen in this ocean of yours?” I asked, looking into her eyes, testing, encouraging. "Use those pretty words for daddy."
Her cheeks flushed darker even in the moonlight. She ducked her head slightly, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. She was trying, my brave girl was always trying.
"I want you inside me," she whispered. "Here. In my ocean."
Pride and arousal hit me in equal measure. "Good girl," I praised, my voice rough with need. "Such a good girl for using her words."
Her legs tightened around me, locking at my lower back, and the heat of her pussy pressed directly against my stomach made me groan. I walked us a little deeper, until the water was at her ribs, the warm ocean caressing the underside of her breasts, making her nipples peak even harder.
The water moved between us, warm and gentle, sliding over skin and creating the most erotic sensation. Every ripple, every wave that rolled past caressed us both.
I reached down and shoved my boxers down just enough to free my cock, hissing at the relief of being released from the confining fabric. The warm water hit my bare skin, and I groaned—it felt incredible.
I gripped her hip with one hand, used the other to position myself at her entrance, and felt the head of my cock press against her.
No condom, no barrier, nothing between us. Just skin and heat, and the warm ocean cradling our bodies like a blessing.
"Look at me," I commanded softly, needing to see her face for this. "I want to see you when I fill you up, darling."
Her eyes found mine, dark and trusting. I pulled her down as I thrust up, sliding into her bare for the first time in one slow stroke.
The sensation pulled the air out of my lungs.
There was no latex, no separation. Just the slick, hot grip of her pussy wrapped directly around my bare girth, so tight I could feel every ridge, every flutter, every clench. The warmth of her was overwhelming, even with the ocean water against everything else.
She gasped, a small, overwhelmed sound, and her mouth fell open, eyes going unfocused.
I captured that mouth immediately, kissing her deep and thoroughly, my tongue sliding against hers in the rhythm I knew soothed her.
She responded instantly, sucking on my tongue, and her whole body relaxed by degrees as her oral fixation kicked in. The tension in her shoulders eased, her inner walls stopped clenching quite so desperately, and started to open for me instead.
That was my girl. She just needed her daddy.
“That's it," I praised against her lips when I finally pulled back for air, my forehead resting against hers. "Taking daddy's cock so perfectly. You feel incredible, darling. So tight and wet around me."
The ocean rippled around us with each small movement, warm water caressing our joined bodies, sliding between us where we were connected. Every wave that rolled past created this gentle pressure, this push and pull that made the sensation even more intense.
I started moving, lifting her with the water's buoyancy, then pulling her back down. The ocean made it effortless—made it so I could control every angle, every depth, every stroke exactly how I wanted.
"Oh," she breathed, and I watched her face, entranced. Her brow furrowed slightly—not pain, just... intensity. "Oh, daddy, that feels so...”
"Tell me," I encouraged, adjusting my angle slightly, aiming for that spot I knew would make her fall apart. "Tell daddy how it feels."
"Good," she moaned. "So good.”
I felt the exact moment I found her G-spot, and her whole body jerked in my arms. She wasn't used to feeling this kind of pleasure from penetration, and I’d make sure she associated this feeling, this overwhelming, intense pleasure, only with me.
"Right there?" I asked, thrusting up again, watching her face in the moonlight as it contorted with sensation.
"Yes," she gasped, and then her face tucked into my neck, hiding there, her breath hot against my skin. Small whimper-moans spilled from her lips with each stroke, each rock of her body, the sounds muffled against my throat.
I set a steady rhythm, making sure to hit her G-spot with every thrust, and felt her come apart in my arms. She was letting herself feel it, letting the pleasure consume her.
That was growth, that was trust, that was everything I'd been working toward.
"So beautiful.” I shifted my grip so I could slide one hand between us to find her clit. "My beautiful girl, taking me so well. Does that feel good, darling? Does daddy's cock make you feel so, so good?"
"Yes," she sobbed against my neck, her nails digging into my shoulders. "So good, daddy, I love it.”
Her words dissolved into another whimper-moan as I rubbed tight circles over her clit while continuing to thrust deep.
Her hair was wet, clinging to her back and shoulders, droplets of water sliding down her skin. The swell of her breasts pressed against my chest with each breath, her dusky nipples enchanting.