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“Ouch,” she squeals, her hips bucking in reply, aligning the head of my cock perfectly with her entrance.
I inhale deeply, letting my nerves almost get the better of me, and she slants her mouth over mine, our noses squashed against each other’s faces. I’m consumed by her, and she settles my nerves as I’m surrounded by everything Jade: her scent, her touch, her sounds.Her.
Opening my eyes, I find her staring at me. The moon highlights her beautiful face that I never want to stop looking at.
She tightens her thigh grip around my middle, and feeling desperate, I close what little space there is between us, pushing one arm under her ass and my other around her waist. “Tell me again how much you want me.”
“I want you, only you.”
My mouth lifts at the side with satisfaction, knowing she wantsme. “Is this what you asked for when you swam around the rock?” I slip my cock inside of her, almost stumbling at the enormity of what we are about to do, because this isn’t just anyone. This is her; my fresh start. We’re about to change everything and I know without a shadow of a doubt this is where I’m supposed to be. Until my last dying breath, with her.
“Yes. I want you. Please, Owen.” Her needy pleas turn into a long groan as I enter her fully. Her wet, tight pussy pulls me into her body. Fighting the urge to come, I can’t control the deep groan that leaves the back of my throat.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Jade,” I grit out between my clenched teeth, steadying myself momentarily, resting my lips against hers. “You feel so fucking good.” Mychest fills with emotion as this incredible woman trusts me with her pleasure.
She moans as I thrust my hips into her as best as I can while standing, legs braced in the ever-sinking sand. “You’re so big.” Her walls tighten around my cock.
“I need to fuck you right, Hotshot.” Walking through the dense water, I carefully sit her down on one of the large smooth stones at the edge of the beach that has been carved by the sea.
Still buried deep inside her, I feel like a god myself as she looks up at me with her ecstasy-filled eyes. I brace one hand against the rock and the other under her ass.
“Owen, I need you to move.”
Groaning when she tilts her hips, I bury my face into her neck, breathing her in. A desperate need overwhelms me and I can’t hold back anymore. I begin to fuck her, my body lighting up when she digs her feet into my ass, urging me to move faster, her arousal coating my cock.
She arches her back off the rock, scraping her nails across my shoulders, instructing me to fuck her faster, making the salty water splash all around us. I reach up to pinch her nipple, hard, her legs spreading wider for me as I roll my hips, welcoming the feeling of her tight walls sucking me in.
The sounds of waves, our combined moans and breathless cries, and our wet bodies slamming together create our own symphony as we chase our release in the dark night, and I commit it all to memory because I never want to forget this moment.
Wanting to savor every minute, I slow my pace and rest my body over hers. Cupping her face, I kiss her breathless as I lazily slide back and forth, teasing her G-spot, but not enough to make her shatter.
Rocking together, I whisper in her ear, “You feel like heaven. Say my name.”
Without missing a beat, she calls my name. “Owen.”
“My name on your lips as I fill you with my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” I kiss the shell of her ear.
We stare at each other as if neither of us can believe we are doing this. An involuntary smile breaks free from my lips.
“Your body feels incredible against mine. And you are so fucking tight.” The spiraling feeling in my chest I’ve had for days is no longer an issue, as it’s replaced with a deep desire to be consumed by this amazing woman.
Exploring each other with desperate hands, we can’t stop touching as we move together in perfect harmony. We are perfectly matched.
I give her what she needs as she digs her fingernail into the skin of my ass. “Owen.” She calls out my name when I kiss her soft skin and run my hands up the slight curve of her waist.
“Fuck, Hotshot,” I curse. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
“I want you to go faster, Owen. Please,” she begs.
Impatiently, she grabs my hand and places it between us. Moving my thumb to her clit, I rub it softly at first. Her cries echo around the bowl of the cove. Showing me what she likes, her fingers press on top of mine as our hips move together in a perfect rhythm.
Her eyes never leave me when she cries out, “Oh my God, I’m gonna come.” She curves her other hand around the back of my neck.
“Come for me, Hotshot.”
“Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She pulls me down to her, our lips crashing together.
Our tongues curl around each other as I piston my hips,desperate to make her feel good as our souls join in a life-changing moment.
