The waves wash up over our bodies and I can taste the salt on his flesh as I lick and suck his neck. His hands move down my body, and he finds my shorts. I whimper when he slides them to the side, not bothering to take them off. We both know what we want, and we don’t want foreplay. I need to feel him, deep inside me. I want the stretch and burn of his cock pressing into me. My mind is on one thing and one thing only: him.
He presses his forehead against mine as he shifts and tears down his jeans. When he’s freed himself, he moves my leg to the side, holds my shorts to the other side, and slides inside me in one, hard thrust. I cry out, a pinch of pain jolting through my body, but it’s soon replaced with scorching, desperate pleasure. The kind of pleasure I’ve dreamt about every day since he left.
“Every fucking second. Every fucking minute. I never stopped thinking about you. My heart fucking died without you, Willow. I died. I lost my moment, I lost my reason for living.”
He’s fucking me, slow and steady, deep and desperate.
I grip his shoulders as he jerks his hips back and plunges inside me over and over. Pure, raw, animalistic sex. It’s primal, and it’s filled with need and desperation.
“Jagger, oh god.”
He tilts my pelvis upward and drives his thrusts deeper. Water is still flowing up, and it splashes against us, but it only adds to the moment. My body sinks into the sand as Jagger drives harder and faster. Pleasure explodes through me as I rise higher and higher toward my release.
“Hold on,” Jagger grunts. “Hold on, baby, nearly there.”
“I can’t, oh god ...”
“Hold on.”
His thrusts become desperate, our skin slaps together and waters sloshes around us. The veins in his neck bulge and his jaw is tight. It’s so fucking sensual the sight alone is enough to tip me over the edge.
“Now, fuck, now.”
I erupt and cry out his name as a mind-shattering orgasm takes over. Jagger roars his release, and I can feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. Our moans blend together and are carried off in the wind, like they are no more than a lonely grain of sand. Jagger’s head drops and his forehead rests against mine again. We stay like that for long moments, just staring at each other, the water swishing up around us.
When Jagger jerks his hips, my eyes widen. He’s hard again and oh, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my damp pussy again is mind blowing. Everything is swollen and hot, and it feels incredible. I groan and my eyes flick toward his, he’s lifted his head and is staring at me now. His eyes are intense, passionate and deep. So much he wants to say, so much he can’t. He slides back into me, then pulls out and repeats the blissful process.
“Jagger,” I whimper. “Someone could see.”
“I don’t care. I care about anything but you right now. Let them see, let them see how much I need you. How much I crave you. How much I fucking love you.”
Love me? Oh god. I close my eyes and a silent tear slides down my cheek. Jagger kisses it away and continues to move his hips. I arch up to him, moaning and gripping his back as he gently picks up the pace. He grips my top and lifts it, sliding my bra aside so he can close his mouth over my nipple. I groan and spread my legs wider as his thrusts become more desperate.
“Fuck, Jagger, more ... please.”
He uses his free hand to tilt my hips upward as he drives desperately in and out. The waves continue to wash over us, and the moment is perfect. It is everything I could have ever wanted our reunion to be. As I begin shuddering around him once more, his groans fill my ears and tip me over the edge. I cry out and cling to him as he drives every last delicious shudder from my body. A moment later, he grunts, and his own release follows once more.
This time, he sits back and slides out of me. He jerks his jeans up and pulls my shorts back into place, and then he grips my hands and pulls me up, crushing me to his chest and holding me so tightly that my breathing becomes labored, but I don’t care. All I need is him.
“I left you alone. I left you to raise our son by yourself.”
I shake my head. “No, you saved me from a terrible outcome. You should never be sorry for what you did, Jagger.”
“You did it alone, all by yourself.”
I pull back and meet his gaze. “I survived, Jenny and Ava made sure of it.”