I place my hands on either side of his face, his stubble rough, on its way to a full-on beard now.
I wait until he opens his eyes. Looks at me.
“Fuck me,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from pleasure.
I can see the fight in his eyes. The want to say no, the urge to say yes.
His urges win.
So do mine.
In a flash he whips me around so I’m pressed up hard against the palm tree, the rough bark digging into the back of my head.
He’s kissing me roughly, with impatience, teeth, lips, tongue all in a frenzy, creating a hurricane that will gladly consume us. Hands pinch my nipple, they make a fist around my ponytail. They skim over my hips, then slide between my thighs.
The kiss deepens, hot, messy, the kind of kiss that makes my eyes roll back in my head, cause my toes to curl in the sand. It deepens and intensifies, spurring on a hunger on a very thorough level, as his fingers shove aside my underwear, already soaked from the ocean and from my own need.
I’m practically begging for it by the time his finger slides along my clit.
Ah.
What I’ve been dying to feel.
I cry out into his mouth, wanting, needing more of it. My legs part another inch.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re drenched.”
“That shouldn’t surprise you.”
He grins. I know he’s remembering my sex dream, while his finger slowly glides along until it slips inside me.
There is no turning back now.
I gasp, a pornographic sound that surprises even me, and I immediately clench around him. Then another finger. Then another.
“How many do you want?” he asks, lips going to my neck now, leaving quick, sharp kisses. “How many fingers until I’m at your pussy’s standards?”
I let out a breathy laugh. “My pussy’s standards are high, but your cock will do.”
“Patience, Gingersnap,” he says, licking up my earlobe, causing me to shiver. He’s found one of many sweet spots with that one. I have goosebumps.
“Think I’ve been mighty patient,” I manage to say.
“Maybe.” He starts thrusting his fingers in and out, slowly. “I want you to come on my hand. I want to know what that feels like. To make you do that, right here.”
My knees are starting to give out as I try and accommodate his straining arm. “Pretty sure if I come on your hand, you might have to catch me.”
“I’m already in a good position to do so,” he says, working me harder. He leans in and takes my bottom lip between his teeth before slowly pulling it into his mouth. Teases the inside of it with his tongue.
Shit. I don’t think I’m going to make it long, I—
The thought falls from my head as his thumb rubs against my clit.
The pressure inside me goes over the threshold.
My skin flushes like I’m on fire and then…
I’m falling.
Sinking against the palm tree.
Falling into his hand.
Letting go.
Coming hard.
Barely coherent noises spill from my mouth as my body feels like it’s being torn with pleasure. I quake and tremble and hold onto Tai as everything turns to comets and shooting stars, my heart and soul blasted through a prism.
I’m never coming down from this.
I don’t even know where this is, but I’d like to stay.
Eventually, somehow, I come back to reality. The sun is so bright and Tai is still stroking me softly with his large hand, those skilled fingers easing up. He’s biting his lip as he grins at me, his eyes flickering with savagery and want that have only deepened.
I’m still pulsing as he pulls his fingers out from inside me. My eyes barely focus as I watch him lick up the side of his forefinger. “Can’t tell what’s sweeter,” he says huskily. “You or the honey.”
This man knows to say all the right things.
He deserves all the right things, too.
With a lazy, sated smile on my lips, I reach down and grab his cock inside his swim trunks, thick, long and hard. His mouth drops open, a moan escaping.
I drop to my knees in the sand, undoing the Velcro at the top of his shorts and then tugging them down enough so his cock pops out.
Nearly takes my eye out.
But my god, it’s gorgeous. I’ve seen enough dicks in my day to be an expert of sorts, and I know I’m probably biased, but Tai’s is the most perfect penis I’ve ever seen. As big and intimidating as possible, without looking like a cervix-basher, his cock is thick, mean, and pretty.
Impulsively I lean in and lick up the tip, my tongue reveling in the salty hit of his precum, my fist tight around his wide girth. I have small hands, and I can barely contain him.
“Fucking hell,” Tai swears, wrapping my ponytail around his hand.
I stare up at him, making sure he’s watching me, and then I begin.