She shivers, letting out a sigh as my mouth works higher. I pause to flick my tongue along the backs of her knees until she squirms, and then I trail my tongue up her inner thighs, one at a time, moving so slowly it makes her shiver with want.
“You have perfect thighs.” I rest my chin along one and gaze up at her, across the expanse of her belly. She watches me with a sly smile.
“Perfect thighs that lead up to perfect hips…” I run my tongue up each of her legs, one after the next, and then trace the tip of my tongue along the crease where her legs meet her hip bones. “An impossibly fucking perfect pussy.” Without warning, I press my face between her legs, running my tongue along her slit, pressing so hard she gasps and bucks up against me. But I pull away, gripping her hips with both hands and flipping her over beneath me.
She laughs, which quickly shifts to a gasp as I run my tongue over the little dimples in the small of her back. “A perfect ass, too.” I trace my tongue down, before lightly biting her cheek. She gasps, and I grin when she glances over her shoulder at me, scandalized. “Can you blame me? I mean, look at this ass.” I squeeze her other cheek with my free hand and lean in to kiss the red spot I left with my bite.
“And I’ve barely even really appreciated your ass, you know.” I reach up to massage both of her cheeks in my hands. Then I spread them. Her eyes go wide. “Someday, we’re going to have to explore.”
She catches her lower lip between her teeth. “Someday,” she agrees, looking torn halfway between desire and worry.
I wink at her, then lean down and run my tongue along the cleft between her cheeks. “If your ass is as sweet as your pussy…” I run the flat of my tongue along her until I find the tight pucker of her asshole. I lick at that spot, circling it with the tip of my tongue until she moans aloud.
Then I grin, chuckling softly, my hot breath making her feel even warmer where I just licked. Then I let go of her ass and trail my tongue up her back. I count every one of her vertebrae with my tongue. I nip and bite at her hips, her love handles. I tell her what perfect hips, shoulders, arms she has. I kiss along her neck, and flip her back right-side up beneath me, until I finally reach her mouth.
“This perfect mouth?” I whisper, tracing the edges of it with a fingertip. “I could kiss it all day and not get tired.” I press my lips to hers, and she sighs a little, parting her lips to allow me entry. My tongue twines around hers, toying with her. She’s so soft and supple, irresistible. I break our kiss just far enough to lean back and study those gorgeous baby blue eyes of hers, as beautiful and clear as the sky over Maui.
“I love you, Sinclair,” I whisper.
Those blue eyes go wide and round, as she realizes what I just said. Her reaction makes me smile. Even after all this time, I can still surprise her, clearly. But she only takes a second to recover. “I love you, Ankor,” she whispers back, and that name in her mouth, my name, fits me better than Marco ever did. I love being Ankor with her, because it means being myself. Not Marco Helmtree, wealthy billionaire, tech world wunderkind.
Just Ankor. Swim instructor, beach bum. Sinclair’s. And that’s really all that matters to me, in the end.
I kiss her again, soft and slow and sweet, and she arches up to meet me, her naked body pressed flush against mine. I’m so hard I can barely stand it. But I’m going to take my time with her. This time, and every time, from now until forever. That’s my silent promise to her.
“I love you,” I whisper again, just to be sure she’s heard it. Just to be sure she believes me. Then I slide my hands down to part her thighs.
“I love you, Ankor.” She arches up against me, and she’s so fucking soft it drives me wild. I can’t remember ever being this hard before, this eager for someone. “I want to feel you inside me.”
That’s all I need. I run my hand between her legs, all the way up until my fingers are cupping her pussy. Gently, I spread her lower lips. Ease one index finger along her slit, working my way back and forth. “I love feeling you shiver like that,” I murmur, when a shiver of pleasure runs through her. I lean down to kiss the arch of her neck, and let my teeth graze her skin lightly, just to make her do it again.