Driven by Jayne Rylon Page A

her face with gentle hands then sipped from her lips as he nudged her thighs apart to make room for his frame in the cradle of her hips.
    His hard cock branded her through the khaki shorts separating their heat. She plunged her hands beneath the waistband then grabbed his bare ass under the fabric.
    “Ever make love on the beach before, Bastian?”
    “I’ve never had sex like this. Not in the daylight, out of the water, where anyone could see if they walk by or pass in a boat.” He tossed a glance over his shoulder to be sure no one lurked in the background. His sudden modesty amused her, tempting her to push him until he murmured, “And I’ve never made love to a woman in my life. But I’d like to try it with you.”
    “Same here.” She rolled, tucking him beneath her as she straddled his hips. While he licked his lips, she reached behind her to loosen the tie on her bikini top.
    Bastian’s hands glided over the sides and back of her thighs, allowing her to reveal herself to his hungry stare. When she’d tugged the laces free from their bow, she dropped her hands to her waist and allowed the fabric to flutter from her breasts.
    “So gorgeous,” he growled as he gripped her shoulder then tipped her forward until he could surround the tip of one mound with his lips. He flicked his tongue across the puckered surface of her nipple, causing a moan to escape from her parted mouth.
    While he drove her insane with his sensual assault, she loosened the strings at her hips then peeled the scrap of her bathing suit from between her legs. The crotch of the fabric glistened in the sunlight, drenched with her arousal.
    “You smell delicious.” He shimmied lower, his hands bracing her waist until she hovered over his face. “Come to me. Let me taste you.”
    Her spine arched—hands bracing behind her on his raised knees—when his talented tongue traced the furrows of her pussy. He sipped the slick honey from her with aching delicateness that had her heart blossoming in her chest.
    Tender swipes of his lips on her clit primed her for something deeper, stronger. She squirmed in his hold, dragging the soaked folds of her pussy over his chin when her instincts took control. Her hands fisted in the material of his shorts in a weak attempt at divesting him of the damn things before she came without him.
    A frustrated whimper clued him in to her plight. He rolled, tugging her to the sand next to him. In two seconds flat, he’d lifted his hips and slid the shorts off, kicking them to the side. He cuddled her into his arms so they lay on their right sides, her back plastered to his chest.
    The thick length of his hard-on pressed between her legs, stroking her soaked slit. Sebastian buried one arm in the sand beneath her then draped the other over her waist, giving him complete access to touch her breasts, her belly and her clit. She tilted her head to the left, meeting his seeking lips for another scorching kiss.
    He rocked into her in time to his tongue, thrusting against the palate of her mouth. The plump head of his cock stroked her pussy, nudging her closer and closer to ecstasy.
    “I want you inside me.” She gasped when he angled his hips, probing a bit deeper on the next pass. “Please, Bastian.”
    He reached around her hip, using two fingers on the underside of his cock to feed it into her waiting clutches. The initial penetration left her trembling. The sweet pressure of him working inside her drove her mad with desire.
    When he wedged in the swollen depths of her channel, he slid his hand from his cock to the inside of her knee. He lifted her leg, spreading her until she feared she might split open from the decadent force of his invasion.
    “So tight,” he groaned near her ear. “ Molto dolce. ”
    The flex and release of his toned abdomen stroked his shaft over her sensitive flesh. Slow, deep and controlled, he massaged her from within. Curls of flame licked her abdomen, making it difficult to breathe without