My nails scrape his shoulders, the tattoos across his chest blurring into a haze of black lines as my vision blurs at the feel of him.
“I’m spending seconds as if we’re going to live forever. Taking you so slow you swear you’re going to come from the waiting alone.” He grinds me on him, around him, forcing my body to take him all the way in.
The low rasp of his breathing is unbearably sexy against the background of our friends laughing, the occasional shriek of a bird or of Sophie.
Tyler strokes into me, and I clench around him. My hands drag greedily up his abs, his pecs, and I lower my mouth to his neck.
He stumbles back until his shoulders hit the anchored boat. “But every time I touch you, every time I give you pleasure, you take a piece of me. And I want to make it last forever because I want you to see it in my eyes every time you do that.”
He lifts and lowers me on him, and I ride him as best I can. I rub my aching breasts against his chest. I can’t remember the last time I was this horny, but I’ve barely seen him all week.
It’s not enough.
“You feel so good,” I mumble against his ear.
He chuckles. “You have no idea.”
His hand strokes down my back, grabbing my ass and squeezing. I know exactly what he likes, and he knows me too.
It’s what makes this perfect. Worthwhile. No matter what else it going on for us, we’ll get through it. I have to trust in that.
As I rake my nails across his shoulders, as his strokes level out from shallow thrusts into long, purposeful motions, we chase each other toward the peak.
My head drops back. Blue sky, birds, ocean breeze.
And Tyler.
I’m there first, my body tightening around him.
“Yes, like that. Come for me,” he murmurs.
He’s there a moment later, his damp shoulders tight beneath my hands, his beautiful firm mouth parted in the face I alone get to see.
I memorize it, exalt in it. “More.”
He obliges, coming for what feels like forever inside me.
He’s leaning against the boat, the waves lapping against the side. I’m collapsed on him, my face buried in his shoulder, when noises from the boat above tear into my haze.
“Where are they?” comes a voice from the boat.
Shit.
Footsteps on the deck of the cat echo in my ears as Tyler and I lock gazes.
We spring apart, hoping it’s not too late.
If it is…
I will actually die.