I pushed my palms up her thighs, over her jeans. “You look good, beautiful.”
She smiled one of those gorgeous smiles that had a direct line to the tip of my dick. “It’s because my man really knows how to take care of me.”
“Well, he fucking better, or I’ll have to kick his ass.”
Her fingers weaved through my hair. “I have to warn you, he’s this big, tall, burly, bad guy with a real shitty attitude.”
I placed my palms on her hips and pulled her closer. “I’d still kick his ass.”
She chuckled, and I caught her lips with mine. The way she welcomed my tongue, kissing me back like she was starved for my taste, was my undoing. Kissing my woman was something I’d never get tired of.
I pulled back an inch, keeping my forehead against hers. “You know I love you, ballerina girl.”
“I love you too. I’ve loved you for years.”
I closed my eyes, biting my lip. “Is it okay that I get hard every time you say those words?”
She laughed.
“I swear to God, I think you have this magical power over my cock because he just keeps wanting to stand at attention around you.”
“Oh, my God.” She slapped me on the shoulder. “That is the cheesiest line I ever heard.”
“It’s the fucking truth.” I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue lapping against hers as it swept through her mouth. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. It was fucking impossible for me to keep my hands off her.
I traced my tongue around her bottom lip. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around.”
She studied me, her eyes pulled into slits, yet they sparkled with unsaid desire and excitement. They always did.
The breeze blew some blonde strands around her face as she got off, only to climb back on, facing the ocean in front of us.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closer, and her breath hitched. “What are you doing, Granite?”
I popped the button on her jeans, and her body tensed against mine. “We still have a few minutes to spare before he gets here. I plan on making good use of our time.”
I slipped my hand inside her jeans and had to suppress a groan when I found she was already wet for me. She never disappointed me, and always made me feel so fucking welcome between her legs. With a single finger, I eased her shirt sleeve to the side, placing my lips on her naked shoulder. She tilted her head, breathing in deep, her chest rising and falling.
“If you weren’t wearing these jeans, I’d let you ride me on this bike until your pussy gushed for me.”
Her arm reached back, her fingers grabbing at my hair as I pressed the pad of my finger against her clit. My arm snaked underneath hers to cup her tit in my palm, which earned me a heady moan from her lips. To me, it was obvious that her waist wasn’t the only part of her body which had put on some healthy weight.
Gently, I kneaded her breast, nipping at the skin of her neck with my teeth. “I’m going to make you come right here, right now. But when we get back home, you’ll go straight to the bedroom and wait for me, naked and on your knees.” I palmed her sex and slipped a single digit inside her. “Then you’ll show me just how thankful you are.”
She whimpered as I dragged my finger all the way from her opening to her clit, massaging the little bud, causing her body to tremble against mine.
“Do you understand, ballerina girl?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, a rush of air as I continued to work her between her legs. Knowing this woman was mine, and only mine, was a kind of aphrodisiac I’d never experienced before. Probably why I was a walking hard-on around her all the damn time.
I sucked her earlobe, my fingers stroking her sensitive flesh. Her hips started to move, riding my hand, clenching my bike between her thighs as I guided her to the edge, one finger and one stroke at a time. Feeling her thrust into my palm, her greedy body desperate for release, was fucking intoxicating and addictive. I’d made her come enough times during the last few weeks to know her bottom lip would start to quiver whenever she was about to orgasm.
When I reached for her throat, craning her neck back and pressing her head into my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of that trembling lower lip and applied a little more pressure between her legs.
Her body shuddered, and moans rolled over her sweet lips like a fucking ballad. The beautiful sounds that came from her as she orgasmed had my cock aching and my balls tight.