13
RAVEN
He startsto shift when I pull closer to him, my fingers splayed over his cheek.
“I don’t need anyone right now,” I say, smiling before kissing his lips.
I stall there, my breath entangled with his, my lips touching his when he snakes his arm around me and pulls me into him.
The sun rolls over us when we lock lips, and I sense a quiver in his body. He is nervous.
The man unleashing storms of desire every time he sees me struggles to look calm.
He deepens the kiss, and I get tingly between my legs, his erection pushing into my thigh through his swim trunks.
Lowering my hand, I slide it smoothly inside his shorts, cuff his hard length and rub his chiseled tip.
He leans on me harder, and I fall to my back, draped in his arm, my fist on his cock, his tongue in my mouth.
It takes us seconds to long for as much bare skin as possible.
Without breaking the kiss, he runs his hand down, snags my bra, pulls the triangles to the side, freeing my breasts, and goes lower, pushing my bikini down and straightly touching my slit.
His fingers connect with my clit and my entrance while we keep kissing.
And I keep stroking him.
He tops me, untying my bikini and moving his hand over my folds. The bra falls to the towel before he pushes his swim trunks down. Completely naked, he enters me, my wetness telling him how much I want him.
I run my hand over his butt, my legs looped around his hips. Moving into me, he only makes my center wetter.
Rocking his hips and kissing me, he swiftly gets me to the point of no return, and then we break the kiss and look into each other’s eyes.
The pleasure zips through me, and his eyes become unfocused––two pools of light––while he moves faster, my center clenching around him, my nails leaving marks on his tanned skin.
He comes, grunting and shooting his load, his eyes closed for a few good moments as I enjoy the bliss reflected on his face.
Then he soaks me in.
“I needed this,” he admits.
“Me too.”
He sucks in a long breath and kisses me again before sliding out of me, cupping his groin, collecting his shorts, and heading to the shower.
I pull upright and pick up my bra and my panties when Alejandro catches my eye.
Running a towel over his chest, he silently observes me. The water glistens on his legs, a smile clinging to his lips.
I grin at him while he sets himself in motion and stops in front of me, his eyes filled with mischief.
I try to pull the sides of my bikini up and tie the strings together.
Failing, I look at him.
His eyes are pinned on my slit.
“He was trying to convince me to swim…” I explain.