each other with each stroke. He slid his hands beneath her hips and cupped her ass, securing her in place as he thrust faster, harder. A breeze kicked the air, twirling the scents of sea foam and frangipani into the tang of their lust-slick bodies. Then there were the other smells that drove him faster toward the edge of control. The wet leather of his belt. The water on her skin. And yes, that lingering chill to her breath that bespoke the fear she still gripped, far down in her psyche.
Now, with her body around him and her wide dark eyes pulling him, he understood more of that distress. Maybe Rose had known all along. Maybe she’d sensed, in that crazy way women possessed, that if they explored even a spark of attraction, it would explode into this consuming fire, threatening to meld much more than their bodies. But even as the thought terrorized his brain, he plunged his gaze harder into hers and demanded—
“More.” He dug his fingers into her soft skin, fully intending to leave marks. “I need more, honey. Spread your legs wider. Tighten your muscles inside. Pull me deeper. Deeper . Take every inch, Rose!”
Her face twisted tight as she struggled to obey. It was a more stunning sight than any sunset this island could conjure. When she cried out from the extra depth he gained, he gritted his teeth in a pleased smile.
“Good,” he murmured. “Very good. You’re so good for me.” As reward, he reached and loosened the belt, coaxing her arms forward. “Hang on tight, pet. This is going to be a great ride.”
Her arms flung around his shoulders. The belt was still looped around one of her wrists, so the leather smacked his back with her motion. He groaned with the hot, stinging bite of it. The breeze became gusts now. Water spanked the sides of the pool. He kept time, taking her so hard that their bodies slapped. The smell of rain touched the air. Fitting. His senses were a storm already. He buried his face in Rose’s neck, losing himself in her racing heartbeat, her tight body, and her panting, needing submission.
“Give it to me,” he ordered into her ear. “Shatter for me, pet. Scream with it. Surrender to it.”
Two more thrusts, and she was a ball of thorough obedience. Her cry, high and keening, hit the air like lightning and his balls like wildfire. As she shuddered with her orgasm, her walls convulsing around him, the flames shot up his shaft. His orgasm hit in a wild, hard rush. Silver specks danced in his vision. He couldn’t think, and for a second, that panicked him. He’d never been unable to keep control, to be aware of outside elements as he took a sub to completion, especially in a chaise lounge on an island resort with a spring storm approaching.
But Rose was no ordinary submissive.
Rose was no ordinary anything.
As equilibrium returned, he actually chuckled at the thought. The description had come upon him so easily, and he wasn’t about to take back a word of it. Because it was all true.
Rose arched her neck, shuddering from the little movement of his mouth. “Holy. Shit.” It came out on a pair of gasps. “Are you laughing? I can…barely…think.”
He kissed the ridge beneath her ear. “Because you, my sweet, submissive girl, didn’t just come out of the kinkster closet. You tumbled.”
She snorted. “I was pushed.”
He moved his lips along her jaw, nibbling his way to her mouth. “We’re at an impasse, hmm?” After giving her a swift kiss, he flashed an enigmatic smile. “Maybe we’ll need a do-over, then.”
She turned her face at that, looking delectable even in her confusion. When she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, he took the chance to run gentle fingers over her wrist. The skin was still scuffed, but would likely clear up in a few hours. He pulled his fingers back, then replaced them with his mouth. No kisses this time. He licked her skin instead. Yet just as her breath jolted a little faster, spurring his tiny laves into broader swipes,
Now, with her body around him and her wide dark eyes pulling him, he understood more of that distress. Maybe Rose had known all along. Maybe she’d sensed, in that crazy way women possessed, that if they explored even a spark of attraction, it would explode into this consuming fire, threatening to meld much more than their bodies. But even as the thought terrorized his brain, he plunged his gaze harder into hers and demanded—
“More.” He dug his fingers into her soft skin, fully intending to leave marks. “I need more, honey. Spread your legs wider. Tighten your muscles inside. Pull me deeper. Deeper . Take every inch, Rose!”
Her face twisted tight as she struggled to obey. It was a more stunning sight than any sunset this island could conjure. When she cried out from the extra depth he gained, he gritted his teeth in a pleased smile.
“Good,” he murmured. “Very good. You’re so good for me.” As reward, he reached and loosened the belt, coaxing her arms forward. “Hang on tight, pet. This is going to be a great ride.”
Her arms flung around his shoulders. The belt was still looped around one of her wrists, so the leather smacked his back with her motion. He groaned with the hot, stinging bite of it. The breeze became gusts now. Water spanked the sides of the pool. He kept time, taking her so hard that their bodies slapped. The smell of rain touched the air. Fitting. His senses were a storm already. He buried his face in Rose’s neck, losing himself in her racing heartbeat, her tight body, and her panting, needing submission.
“Give it to me,” he ordered into her ear. “Shatter for me, pet. Scream with it. Surrender to it.”
Two more thrusts, and she was a ball of thorough obedience. Her cry, high and keening, hit the air like lightning and his balls like wildfire. As she shuddered with her orgasm, her walls convulsing around him, the flames shot up his shaft. His orgasm hit in a wild, hard rush. Silver specks danced in his vision. He couldn’t think, and for a second, that panicked him. He’d never been unable to keep control, to be aware of outside elements as he took a sub to completion, especially in a chaise lounge on an island resort with a spring storm approaching.
But Rose was no ordinary submissive.
Rose was no ordinary anything.
As equilibrium returned, he actually chuckled at the thought. The description had come upon him so easily, and he wasn’t about to take back a word of it. Because it was all true.
Rose arched her neck, shuddering from the little movement of his mouth. “Holy. Shit.” It came out on a pair of gasps. “Are you laughing? I can…barely…think.”
He kissed the ridge beneath her ear. “Because you, my sweet, submissive girl, didn’t just come out of the kinkster closet. You tumbled.”
She snorted. “I was pushed.”
He moved his lips along her jaw, nibbling his way to her mouth. “We’re at an impasse, hmm?” After giving her a swift kiss, he flashed an enigmatic smile. “Maybe we’ll need a do-over, then.”
She turned her face at that, looking delectable even in her confusion. When she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, he took the chance to run gentle fingers over her wrist. The skin was still scuffed, but would likely clear up in a few hours. He pulled his fingers back, then replaced them with his mouth. No kisses this time. He licked her skin instead. Yet just as her breath jolted a little faster, spurring his tiny laves into broader swipes,
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