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I’mup before sunrise and leave Karl sleeping after ogling his naked body for far too long. I guess I’ll always have a penchant for watching him when he doesn’t know I am—a tradition that started so long ago when I passed his bedroom with my laundry basket.
I grab an oversized beach towel to do yoga in front of the dawn. As much as I’m averse to exercise, my therapist tasked me with choosing something physical to do. He insists exercise can be one of many tools to deal with depression. Yoga seemed like the least effort, so I’ve picked it up these past few months—and I won’t lie. I kind of fell in love with it.
Looking around, the beach is empty in front of his villa, and I realize this stretch of beach is private to this property. Instead of stretching in my jeans, I take them off and decide to risk being seen in my underwear. I can always rush to put my pants on if I see anyone.
It’s decadent, being on a deserted beach with no one for miles, and I bask in the luxury of it. Stretching my body until it feels languid and strong, I flow through my sun salutations.
I’m in downward dog when Karl finds me.
“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groans out, making me laugh and lose my balance.
I fall to my knees, giggling, and he is behind me before I can sit up. “No,” he orders. His hands settle around my hipbones, gently keeping me in place. “Stay like that.”
“Good morning,” I say with a soft giggle.
“Good morning, my love,” he says, lifting my top so he can kiss the dimples on my lower back. “Have you decided if you’ll be my wife yet?” he whispers into my skin.
I tense at his words, but he doesn’t seem to notice, or at least he doesn’t comment on it. He meant it then, when he proposed. It wasn’t something stupid he said from losing his head to his orgasm. He really wants to get married.
Even though deep down I know I’m too young for marriage, I desperately want to say yes to him, despite the risks.
I know he’s it for me.
With his teeth, he pulls on the hem of my underwear, and I wiggle in his hold. “Karl, someone will see us,” I whisper in a panic.
His mouth lets go of the fabric for a moment. “Don’t worry, doll. We’re completely alone,” he says, and his breath on my lower back sends shivers down my spine.
“Are you sure?” I glance around us to make sure there are no stragglers, but this early in the morning, even public beaches are probably empty.
“I’m sure,” he says. “I’m also sure I woke up with a raging hard-on for my fiancé-to-be, and she wasn’t in my bed.”
With teeth, he peels my underwear down and his work to have me bare is done.
My heart is hammering in my chest, both from fear of being seen and excited by that very fear. What the fuck is this feeling? Whatever it is, I’m so turned on, it’s scary. I don’t think I’d stop him even if we realized there were people around us after all.
He runs his tongue along the length of my seam. “Your so swollen, baby,” he says. “Are you excited, baby? Does the thought of getting caught in public turn you on?” I don’t answer apart from my increased breathing, and Karl chuckles against my skin. “My little pervert,” he says and runs his fingers just a little deeper, breaking through my lips. “Are you too sore this morning?” he asks.
“Only in the best way,” I admit. “But I’m . . .”
“What, baby?” He asks against my skin. “What are you?”
“Achy. I need you in me again,” I beg, remembering what it did to him when I begged last night. “I need you to stuff me up with your huge cock. Please.”
Karl growls, and his tongue plunges deep in me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide to give him access. My initial instinct is to be horrified at what he’s seeing, but the sounds of pleasure rumbling up from his chest are the reassurance I need that he’s enjoying his view.
He licks and licks and teases. He’s really good at that. Teasing my clit until it’s ready to explode with the softest breeze from all the teasing. I lose myself to the pleasure and hardly notice when his tongue trails back toward . . . there. My other entrance.
At first, it feels good until I realize what he’s doing. My body tightens, and I try pulling away from him.
“Come here, doll,” he says, pulling me back by my hip bones, his thumb circling that forbidden place. “Not today,” he says, circling it tenderly as if it were something precious. “Maybe one day, if you want to try it,” he says as I feel the tip of his penis spreading my lips gently.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Do you know how good you feel?” he asks, not expecting an answer. “You are so wet, dripping down your thighs—for me.”
He’s not thrusting into me, though, and his tip is right there, driving me insane. Impatient, I rock back on my knees, taking him deeper.