He rose up on his knees and planted his hands on either side of her body. The sand was cool under his hands. He prowled down, kissing her ribs and abdomen, finding her hip bones. She lifted her pelvis in invitation but she wouldn’t win so quickly.
“You’re very warm.”
He kissed the inside of her right thigh, inching up the hem of her dress to expose the undergarments he’d longed to see since she twisted on that dance floor. He could see her creamy skin through the lace of her black thong, but he held off. He kissed farther down her leg to her knee.
“Cold,” she whined, and lifted her head off the sand to watch his movements.
“I’m sorry. I got distracted by that sexy thong you’re wearing.” He kissed his way toward her sex.
“Mmm…” She laid back and reached her arms above her head. He loved the way she luxuriated at his touch. Although she had been very attentive to his needs, she didn’t shy away from accepting pleasure, either. When it was her turn, she lapped up every minute of his attention.
He brushed the back of his finger along the fabric of her thong and pushed one leg, opening her up to his mercy. Pulling away the lace, he exposed her luscious pink sex and blew across her folds. She bucked, her pelvis jerking up, hitting his chin.
“You’re burning hot.” She moaned. “Actually, you’re scorching.”
He licked a line up her sex and she shivered, her body tensing and shuddering.
“I dream about your mouth,” she whispered. “Taking me to the edge.” She was panting now. “So fast. So hard.”
“Tonight’s not a dream, sweetheart.” He focused his lapping on her hard bead. “Tonight you can have anything you want.”
She gripped his head with both hands and pushed him against her. She cried out, her sex pulsing beneath his tongue. “I want it all,” she whispered into the night air.
It only took a few more licks and she tipped over the edge. Her legs clamped together and her body curled up as she moaned through her orgasm.
“You’re so good at that.” Her words were muffled with the grip of her legs against his ears.
When she eased up, Jack didn’t waste a second and thrust into her body.
The cool breeze from the water kicked up the sand around them. But he didn’t stop thrusting. He fused their mouths together, their tongues dancing, tangling in the same rhythm as his hips.
She ripped her mouth away and with a force he didn’t know she possessed, flipped their positions. With her hands palm-down in the sand, she hovered over his body, her hips moving in tight circles against him.
She smiled. “You said I could have whatever I wanted.”
“Anything.” He nodded. “Everything.” He shot up, fusing his torso with hers. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. He latched on to the spot just under her ear and bit down.
She shuddered.
He moved his hands and slid them under her dress. He gripped her hips and helped her, adding more force to every thrust. “Ride me. Take your pleasure.”
She attacked his lips but their kiss didn’t last long. Taking over the action, she pushed him down, resting her palms on his chest. She bobbed up and down at her own pace, which seemed to quicken with every second. He even lifted her dress to watch, the sight of his cock disappearing inside her a beautiful sight to behold.
He fondled the soft globes of her breasts, then pulled down the neckline of her dress and pushed aside her bra cups, exposing them to the night air. With her lips parted and her eyes shut tight, she was lost in her own pleasure.
The sound of the water lapping at the shore was the perfect background to their intimate encounter. And with the position of the moon hidden behind Sterling’s body, it glowed behind her, lighting her up like an angel. His angel.
Her sex clamped down on his cock, and she cried out, “I’m coming.” Her moans grew louder. If she had been nervous about someone stumbling upon them she didn’t show it.
His orgasm coiled tight inside him, tighter, until it snapped. Jack thrust his hips one, two, three times in rapid succession, sending himself over the edge.
It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, a woman so lost in the moment. And at this moment, with her chest heaving and lips plump from his kisses, she had satisfied written all her face.
They only had one more weekend together. He made a promise to return to Chicago. He had a lot of work ahead of him now that he had decided to put his plan to expand the program into action. And asking Sterling for her help was the perfect excuse to spend more time together because somehow he knew that leaving her behind was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do.
Chapter Eleven
Sterling raced home, showered, and dressed, primping herself as best she could for her date with Jack.