“I’m impressed. I’m afraid no one will outdo you,” she says with confidence in her voice.
“No one could outdo me anyway.”
Just as she goes to open her mouth, the fireworks start illuminating the night sky over the beach. Her jaw drops and she watches in fascination. It’s not until the last bright firework explodes that she turns to me, something sparkling in her eyes, and I want to keep it there for a little while longer.
“How much privacy do we have?” she asks turning around.
“The staff are gone, and it’s just us for the rest of the night. Why?”
A secret smile adorns her mouth, and she turns fast, sits on top of me and pulls my lips to hers. Her tongue tastes like sweet red wine, and her body feels like a fucking wonderland. My very own wonderland.
She doesn’t move, merely grips me to her, and when she pulls away I feel it everywhere in my body. I want to grab her and keep her with me, but she smiles, and I want to hear what she has to say.
“We could do naked desert.”
Her eyes go darker and she lifts the dress from her body and flicks it to the sand next to us. She’s naked underneath, just the way I like her. I’m sure it cost a fortune, and I like it that she doesn’t care about the fact it may very well be ruined after this. Maybe I’ll buy her a new one. Hell, maybe I’ll buy her ten new ones.
“Now you’re on my level.” My hands can’t resist the urge to touch her, to want her. It’s almost taking control of who I am as a person because when she’s near I want her and only her. Even when she isn’t near. That’s a bit fucked up because next minute I’ll be like Creed and stalk the girl’s ass.
“I want to hear it from your lips, Falcon. I want to know how much you want me.”
My hands are on her breasts, and she pushes them into me, telling me that I have her, that in this very moment she’s mine. Her pink nipples beg to be bitten, to be licked and sucked, and before I can answer her, I have to do it. My tongue dances circles around her, and she gasps for air. Her hands become feverish and start tearing at my shirt. I help her, but letting go of her perfect tits drives me crazy as I pull it off. “I’m still waiting, Falcon.”
“When did you become so demanding?” I ask while pulling her back to me. Her hand reaches between us and she pulls my cock free with ease. Ariel’s hand grabs hold, and she starts a slow stroke on my already hard cock.
“I’m greedy for your cock,” she says smiling. She is, and I fucking love it. I love the way her hands sweep over me like she’s discovering me every time she does so, to the way she places kisses over my chest like she is right now, with her soft lips making my heart beat from my chest harder than it ever has before. I’m slipping down a slope I haven’t been on before, and I’m not sure how I can come back for air.
What is this woman doing to me? I don’t even know who I am anymore.20Ariel ‘Raven’He gets this look in his eyes like he’s seeing me for the first time. The bits of brown disappear and are replaced with dark eyes, almost as dark as the ocean behind us at night time. He’s dangerous, I feel it in me. Falcon may play a game of serial fucker, but he’s also never experienced someone who made him think, or even someone he wants to see more than once.
My hand continues to stroke him and he blinks a few times like he’s trying to rid something from his thoughts. Just as he does, his hands grip me hard and his lips touch onto mine, hard. He kisses me with a fever like he’s trying to taste my very soul, and I won’t give it to him. I’m not that stupid, not yet anyway. Slow and steady wins the race.
He lifts me ever so slowly and I feel him position himself at my entrance, all the while keeping our lips locked, and then he drops me gradually while I’m still on top of him, sliding him straight where he belongs, inside me. I moan loudly into his greedy mouth while he nips at my bottom lip. And then he takes me again, pulling my head to him, not letting me breathe even if I wanted to.
My hips start sliding back and forth, wanting and needing the release I know he will give me—it’s definite that I will get it. That the build-up which is coming will smash through me like the ocean hits against the shore when it’s angry.