Blissfully Yours (Mills & Boon Kimani) by Velvet Carter

T-Shirts,” he said, handing her the drinks. “Hey, where’s your tiara? You deserved to win and should show it off.”
    Ayana dug the crown out of her bag and placed it on her head, cocking it to the side. “Did you enjoy the contest?”
    â€œYes, I did. You were amazing. The other contestants didn’t stand a chance.”
    Ayana blushed. “Thanks.”
    He peered at her shirt again. “Looks like you’re drying off.”
    â€œCan’t let that happen.” She bolted back the shot and beer. “Come on—let’s go swimming, so I can get wet again.” She winked, hoping he’d get the double entendre.
    Her words didn’t go unnoticed. He smiled, glad that they were on the same page. He didn’t like the way things had ended earlier and was eager to start over. “Wet is always good.” Brandon wasted no time finishing his drink. He tossed their empty bottles in a trash can, grabbed her hand and led the way through the revelers. They trotted along the shore, down the beach and away from the crowd of people. He wanted to be alone with her without prying eyes watching their every move.
    Once they reached a secluded area, he stopped and faced her. He took her face in his hands, looked deeply into her eyes, pulled her to him and said, “I’ve always wanted to make love to a queen on a beach.”
    She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Your wish is my command.”
    Brandon stepped closer into her embrace and planted his full lips on hers. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and started rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis into hers, intensifying their connection even more.
    His manhood rapidly responded, growing inch by inch. He ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her head closer to his. He abandoned her mouth and tenderly kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. As he covered her face with a series of tender kisses, her crown slipped off.
    â€œLet’s go skinny-dipping,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve got me on fire.” Ayana peeled off her T-shirt and shorts and tossed them on the sand.
    Brandon untied the string to his trunks and let them slip off, exposing his semierect manhood. “See what you do to me?” he said, stroking himself.
    She knelt down on the sand, grabbed the backs of his thighs and brought him closer. Ayana took hold of his penis and kissed the head. She alternated between kissing and licking, flicking her tongue, teasing him with each sensuous stroke.
    Brandon closed his eyes and enjoyed her oral talents. After a few minutes of pleasure, he bent down and took her by the elbows, bringing her to her feet. Brandon was on the verge of climaxing but wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to prolong their foreplay for as long as he could. “Come on.”
    They raced toward the water, hand in hand, and jumped into the pitch-black ocean, which looked like a Texas oil slick. Ayana splashed the water toward him, creating a rush of waves. Brandon waded in her direction, bobbing and weaving, trying to avoid the onslaught. Once he reached her, he engulfed her in a bear hug and then lifted her high in the air.
    Ayana wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning her vagina near his penis. She moved her body rapidly against his, her breasts bouncing up and down with each move.
    Brandon took hold of her ass, squeezing her cheeks, bringing her closer. His manhood was like a guiding rod, heading straight to her waiting opening. Entering her sent chills all over his body. His desire for her was stronger than before. He pumped harder and harder, letting the buoyancy of the water aid their synchronized moves. “Oh, baby...you feel like...like...”
    â€œHeaven,” she said, completing his sentence.
    They rode the waves, holding on and giving in to each other with everything they had. The moon broke through the clouds and beamed a bright ray down on their naked bodies