Page 18 of His to Seduce
He pulled away from my kiss and dropped his head. Watched me jerk him off as clear water rippled between and around us.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. I kept my gaze between us, both of us watching as his fingers ran along my clit, rubbing me at a perfect friction. I gripped him tighter, stroked him faster. “Harder, Cam. My balls.”
I pushed my other hand between us and complied. My legs shook from squeezing around his hips as I worked him. Harder. Faster. Long firm strokes, teasing soft touches where I swirled my thumb over his tip.
My stomach tightened from holding on to his hip, from the heat he created at my center. Every time he touched me, I shivered.
“David,” I gasped. His mouth slid over mine. He swallowed my groans and gave me his.
Together we worked each other. Faster, slow…hard…gentle…the mixture devastated my senses and stole my sensibilities.
When I came, I did it crying his name into his mouth. He swallowed it down and pushed into my hand, shooting himself all over my fingertips.
“You’re crazy,” I said, laughing softly. I wiped my hand on my thigh, letting the water wash away his come.
“Come on,” he said, his eyes looking sated from my hand on him. “Let’s get back to the boat before Raheem forgets we were ever out here. I’ve got more plans for you later.”
I followed him as we swam to a flat rock, climbing out when we reached it.
We reached the boat and found Raheem lying on the bow, clad only in a lime-green Speedo. He cracked an eye open as we stepped onto the boat and it jolted from our weight.
“Ah.” He grinned. “Another satisfied customer.”
I was. I most definitely was. David opened his mouth to answer and I clamped my hand over it, shooting him my best “don’t you dare say anything” look.
After Raheem stood and wrapped a towel around his waist, turning his back to us and heading toward the pilothouse, David leaned toward my ear.
“Oh, I’m satisfied,” he whispered in a husky voice. “Very satisfied. And soon, you will be, too. Again.”
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“The fish and the sand sharks! I swam with those!” I chattered incessantly as we walked down the white sandy beach back to the bungalows. As the boat had driven away from the islands where we’d snorkeled and jumped, I could barely peel my eyes off of the view. Adrenaline and fear had turned to thrilled exultation.
I’d conquered huge fears of mine.
David listened to me talk, wearing a smile that was more than indulgent.
He slung his arm over my shoulders and pulled me to him. “I’m proud of you, Camden. Today was fun.”
“Fun?” I pushed away, shoving him teasingly in the chest. “Today was the best! Thank you.”
I meant every word. What I’d avoided thinking about at any part of the adventure was our lives and our realities waiting for us back at home. I didn’t want to think about them now, either. Today had been the best time I could remember having. Hell, the entire time I’d spent with David since the wedding reception the previous night had been filled with more adrenaline rushes than I could ever remember having outside the thrill of the last two hundred yards of a 10K race.
They were different, though. A race I planned for, pushed for, worked for, trained for.
All of the excitement over the last twenty-four hours had been impulsive and spontaneous.
The exact opposite of how I lived. I couldn’t bring myself to question why I was behaving so insanely. I only wanted to continue living in it—at least for the time being.
I continued chattering on about the day, walking next to David. In one of his hands he held both of our shoes. I held on to his other hand, easily, like it was natural to be connected to him. He stopped occasionally and picked up a shell, flinging it into the ocean like a skipping stone, and then would return to my side, taking my hand again. We passed very few other vacationers staying at the resort on our way back down the beach. The sand, soft like silk beneath my bare feet, felt glorious. The sun dipping close to the horizon cast long shadows of David and me in front of us as we continued walking.
We were almost back to his bungalow when two small figures I recognized stepped out of the shaded area, arms crossed over their chests, scowls etched firmly on their faces.
“Oh no,” I said, my hand flying to my mouth. “We were supposed to get a massage…”
My voice trailed off as I realized what I’d done.
I’d completely forgotten about my friend. One of my best friends.
