He moved his hand in a slow caress up her stomach, covering one of her beautiful breasts, feeling the nipple harden against his palm.
She whimpered again.
Drawing his hand down her stomach, he threaded his fingers into the curls between her legs. She stiffened in his arms.
“Good morning.” He pushed into the dampness he’d tasted and thrust into and adored over most of the night.
“Mmmph.”
He grinned, wondering if she was always slow to start in the mornings. So much he didn’t know about her, so much he wanted to find out. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He singled out her clitoris with the tip of one finger and circled it slowly.
“Zac.”
“Yes, Chris.” His finger moved farther into her, encountering moisture, which made his cock harden even more painfully.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m saying good morning.”
“That’s how you do it?” He could hear the smile in her voice, which only encouraged his exploration, while his cock was reduced to begging.
“Why, is there another way?”
“Jeez.” She giggled. “You are such a guy.”
His finger, slippery from her wetness, found and circled her clitoris again. “Want me to change?”
“Mmm, no, don’t change.” She arched back against him. He slid his penis into the gap at the top of her thighs, pushing to rub back and forth against her sex, making both of them groan at the pleasure. “I like you the way you are.”
“’Kay.” He couldn’t handle more than one syllable. She’d started playing with her own breasts, stroking them, manipulating her nipples, and it was making him a little nuts.
“Zac.”
“Whuh?”
She giggled, squeezing her thighs together, practically making his eyes roll back in his head. “Trouble speaking, dear?”
“Mhripghtp.”
She rolled onto her stomach, grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her hips, tilting that gorgeous ass up high. There was enough dawn light to see darkness between her firm, shapely cheeks. “Maybe this will help?”
He groaned involuntarily, grabbed a condom from their depleted stash under the pillow—which, thankfully, hadn’t been disturbed during the night—and had it on in record time.
“Brr. It’s cold, Zac.” She pretended to shiver, her voice low and sultry. “Warm me up.”
“Ungh.” He was on his knees between her thighs already, one hand on her hip, the other on his erection, ready to guide it into heaven.
She arched her back, tipping her pelvis farther toward him. He brought his cock to her soft lips and rubbed up and down the pink crevice, loving the sounds she made, the way she wiggled back toward him, pushing her bottom higher, wanting him inside her.
Applying gentle pressure, he watched his cock slowly disappear, inch by inch, her inner walls squeezing him, until he was fully inside. Oh, man. He stopped there, breathing fast, loving this moment of total connection before movement would escalate his lust toward its inevitable explosion and retreat.
Chris turned and met his eyes, hers shadowed by near darkness that turned her soft beauty mysterious and enticing. Tenderness mixed with desire so strongly he could only gaze back at her, wondering if she was the love of his life and what the hell he would do if she was.
Then she tossed her head so her hair swung over one perfect naked shoulder, pulling her hips forward and back, and desire won. He moved inside her, pleasuring her, pleasuring himself, wishing he was lying over her, gazing deeply into her eyes, able to tell her everything he felt.
Still too soon.
Frustration made him push harder, jolting her body. She rose up onto her arms, meeting his thrusts, uttering guttural cries that fueled his excitement until he was afraid he’d spin out of control.
“Zac.” Her hand moved between her legs. She rubbed frantically as he pumped her until she stiffened and gasped. Immediately he stopped holding back, let the orgasm sweep over him, aware of her muscles contracting around him as she came with him, aware of the softness of her skin, the fresh cool air around them, the regular splash and gurgle of the waves, wanting to capture and hold every aspect of the moment close in his memory.