Exposing her perfect breast to the day.
To my lust.
I latched on to her nipple immediately. Hungry. Desperate for it in my mouth, against my tongue.
She cried out, a throaty plea for more, and clawed at the back of my neck, ramming her hips forward.
The water grew rough around us, our writhing bodies churning up the surface. Groot barked at us from the edge.
“It’s…it’s okay, Groot…” Ronnie panted, even as she bunched her hand in the hair at my nape and held my head harder to her breast. “It’s…”
I bit her nipple.
“Okay!” she yelped, the word turning into another throaty chuckle. “So okay.”
Incapable of stopping what I was doing. I suckled harder, flicking my tongue over her tight flesh, worshipping it. I was a starving creature and her nipple was the only sustenance I needed. With every brutal suck, with every unchecked bite, she whimpered and demanded I do it again.
Harder.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, raking her nails over my shoulders, up over my scalp, down the back of my neck, up into my hair again. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I didn’t. I sucked and bit her nipple. I mauled her full breast with my hand, squeezing the heavy swell of flesh, lifting it, holding her nipple exactly where I wanted it.
She groaned and gasped and pumped my cock and thrust her hips forward, grinding the junction of her thighs to the back of her hand.
My mind told me her clit was rubbing against her fingers, and a primitive, macho-bullshit part of me wanted to pull her hand free—I wanted to be the one touching that part of her right now. But the rest of me reveled in her pleasure. I wanted her to fucking come in the water by her own hand, I wanted to fucking suck her gorgeous tits while she pumped my cock and made herself erupt.
I wanted her to explode so when I slammed into her, she would be wetter than anything and so ripe for me.
Growling against her flesh, I ripped the other triangle of her bikini off her left breast and pinched its puckered nipple.
She cried out, her nails scoring the back of my neck. “Holy shit, yes!”
I pinched her nipple again and then replaced my fingers with my mouth, drawing the nub deep into my mouth.
“Lu…Lucas…” she panted, her hand working my cock faster. “Oh God…this is good. This is so…”
Dragging one hand down over her ribcage and into the water, I slid my fingers between her bikini bottom and the smooth curve of her ass cheek. The sensation of her skin—cool from the water—against my palm sent another surge of hot lust into my dick. It pulsed again, demanding more.
Another low chuckle fell from her, and before I knew what she was doing she flattened her palms to my shoulders and pushed me backward.
Ever been pushed backward in a body of water? Unless you’re holding on to something, there’s nothing to stop you.
My mouth and hand slipped from her wet body, and my own body instantly roared with disapproval. It wanted her tit in my mouth and her ass in my hand.
I growled, a caveman denied what he wanted, and sucked in a shaky breath. If I didn’t fucking control myself…
Eyes twinkling, Ronnie ducked a little lower in the water and shimmied her body below the surface.
I didn’t have to lower my stare from her face to know what she was doing. Or wait long.
With a self-satisfied hum, she straightened again, lifted an eyebrow, and raised one arm out of the water. My cock—no, my entire fucking existence—throbbed at the sight of her bikini bottom dangling from her index finger.
Her pussy was unprotected, unshielded.
Accessible.
Mine to fuck.