I lift my arms, my chest jiggling as I brush my hair back and look for his eyes.
His stare is rooted on me, his hand on his belt, his buckle falling open, a smirk of delight tugging at his lips.
He yanks his belt completely open and slides his zipper down, and does nothing else when he comes to me.
An arm loops around my waist, the other draping over my back, his hand going into the back of my hair while our mouths collide.
Strands of hair get trapped between our lips while I pull his shirt open and press my chest against his pecs.
Oh, this is so good.
The more we’re doing it, the better we are getting at it. He thinks I’m insatiable. It takes one to know one.
He hasn’t shown me everything, apparently, and there is so much in this man that begs to be discovered.
I pull the shirt down while he yanks it off his shoulders. He rips my panties off, which might be a problem later.
Not right now, though. I learn to live with the idea. And think about it later. Maybe… His hand goes straight between my butt cheeks.
He grabs me firmly while lifting me so my legs loop around his waist. My hair falls all around us, closing like a curtain.
“You drive me crazy, baby…” he says before kissing me again.
And I kiss him back with all my heart, blocking out everything else. There are no thoughts of any kind.
Only him and me. And yes, I start to believe him. I sense the determination in him.
This won’t last.
This is as good as it gets, and it will be a magnificent chapter in our lives because it’s stolen and illegitimate.
Because we’re cheating life, trying not to get caught and punished.
We defy the odds and try our best not to get hurt while getting what we want.
We are the poster children for hedonistic behavior, and maybe there is more than that. But maybe not in this life. Not now.
His hand moves up and down the back of my neck, and my nipples harden, gooseflesh spreading across my arms.
He lays me on the bed and straightens up to lose his clothes.
And I crawl back against the pillows, all smelling like tropical flowers and the ocean, when he walks around the bed.
Hard, chiseled, body sculpted in the finest steel.
Smiling, I beckon him to me.
It’s time to collect, and he knows it. I doubt either of us had imagined we’d end up on this large bed surrounded by an immense stretch of water.
I doubt either of us had thought we’d meet alone for the third time within twenty-four hours.
We sort of know it works against us, yet we can’t help ourselves. Just one more time…. One more minute… One second… One moment.
I push to my knees when he lowers his head to me. Both my hands go around his shaft, and I start milking him, spreading the bead of pre-cum around his tip before taking him into my mouth to wet him even more.
Once coated from my mouth, I push up again, demanding his mouth. He gives me a deep, hard, tongue-in-the-throat kiss while I tug at his cock, sliding my fists down alternatively, covering every inch of his hardness, rubbing him firmly until he’s made of steel and his hard length points up.
I tap the mattress.