For a few perfectly blissful moments, I stared up into his eyes, and he looked down into mine, just the two of us, a world away from everything we thought we knew, everything we thought we were, everything that held us back.
Henry brought his wet hands out of the water and pushed them both through either side of my hair, clenching it in his fists. “Here’s to breaking our promises to ourselves.”
“You’d better be worth it, Henry.”
He huffed lightly, already knowing he had this in the bag. “I’ll try, but if ever you want this thing to stop between us, you only have to say the word and I’ll stop. Until then, I’m about to try make you forget about everything but us. Is that okay?”
“Exactly what I ordered,” I whispered, leaving my lips parted as I stared up at him, begging to be kissed. Begging to be taken. Begging to be ruined.
His eyes searched mine for a second longer before he kissed me in the Aegean waters, with a beachful of strangers far enough away for only the sun, sea, and sky to know what we were really doing.
The kiss started out slow, tender. A meeting of two people getting used to the taste of each other before they allowed themselves to gorge on something as sinful as us. His tongue met mine in a perfect slow dance, the two of us moving together in a way that felt rehearsed, and I clung to his wrists as he held my head in place, guiding me where he wanted me, where I hadn’t even known I needed him to go.
It didn’t take long for a small groan to rumble in Henry’s throat, and then the kiss became more urgent, more explicit, until he had to pull back and take a breath, leaving us staring at each other, panting. I didn’t feel cold, but my skin broke out in goosebumps anyway. I’d never been looked at that way before in my life.
He loosened his grip on my hair, letting both hands trail down either side of my neck and over my shoulders, his eyes tracking his every touch until his hands fell beneath the water, down over my hips, around to the back to my arse cheeks. Not wasting a moment, he hoisted me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist until I was eye-level with him.
I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against the seam of my arse as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and the thrill of it sent a tingle through my body that had an unexpected shudder running over me.
“Cold?” he asked, all husky and raw.
“Horny,” I answered.
“You want me to fuck you in the ocean, Phoebe?”
My heart raced at even the thought of it, and I cast a quick glance back at the people on the beach, wondering who could see us. Wondering if they even cared. They were mere bodies drifting farther and farther away from us with every step Henry guided us towards the horizon, away from prying eyes.
He raised his left hand out of the water, pressed it to my cheek, and guided my attention back to him. “Don’t worry about them. They can’t see a thing from so far away. Out here, it’s just you and me.”
“I don’t care about them,” I admitted. It was the truth; I didn’t. For reasons I couldn’t understand, the thought of someone watching Henry fuck me turned me on. Maybe it was because I didn’t know anyone here. We were a world away from home, after all. Or maybe it was because, with him, all the things I’d never dared to fantasise about before suddenly felt possible.
He must have read something in my gaze, because he ran his free hand through my hair again, holding me against him in the water with nothing but one strong arm. “You like the idea of being watched?”
“I’ve never thought about it before now.”
“And?”
“It doesn’t repulse me.”
That half smile would be my undoing. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He released my hair again, sinking his hand into the water so he was holding me up with both arms now as he turned me so my back was to the beach, and all I could see was him and the horizon.
“The first time I fuck you, though, I want you to be looking at me and only me. No one else. You understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Just you.”
“Do you want it here? Now?” He rolled his hips against me, tugging me closer against him until my pussy rubbed up against his stomach, drawing out a moan I couldn’t control. The friction of that one point of contact mixed with the promise of what was to come felt explosive. “Because I can give you whatever you want, Phoebe. No matter how dirty. No matter how public. No matter how unromantic. It doesn’t have to be a perfect setting for it to be a good fuck.”
“This seems pretty perfect to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank Christ.” His mouth was on mine again within a single breath, and his fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me impossibly closer as he ran his cock up and down the seam of my arse cheeks. The waves moved us soft and slow, but it didn’t take long for our touch to turn hard and fast, the contradictory slow burn of our fast romance all crashing together until I just… needed… him… inside me.
“Hold onto me,” he ordered against my mouth as he hoisted me up, holding me tightly, feeding me what I needed before he brushed his fingers along my bikini-clad pussy, teasing me into a frenzy without even hitting any major G-spots. When he finallypushed the material aside and slipped two fingers deep inside me, I curled my arms even tighter around him, inhaling sharply against his parted mouth as I opened my eyes and stared into his.
