When I reach them, I say nothing as I wait for Miller to join me, then take his hand. As we round the boulders, we’re immediately out of view of everyone else.
It’s quiet on this side of the beach, secluded, and completely dark aside from the lights on in the neighboring apartment complexes.
“Trying to get me alone, Snow Angel?”
“Maybe.” My bare foot presses against the rough edge of a boulder, still wet from the waves that crashed against it earlier. I climb onto it and stand, looking into the black ocean.
Miller does the same as he wraps his arms around my waist. We’re still out of view, the other boulders blocking us from the apartments—at least, I think.
At this point, I don’t really care.
I’m burning with need for him, desperate for his touch.
Leaning against him, I feel his erection press through his jeans and against my backside, and I know he’s feeling the same.
Turning my head, I lift my head, and he meets my silent request, kissing me deeply.
My entire body melts in a relaxed sigh as his hand reaches beneath my shirt, splaying across my stomach. His fingers drift lower, and he unbuttons my jeans, pushing his hand into my panties. A sharp intake of breath inundates my lungs as he touches me, circling my most sensitive spot.
“Is this too much?” he whispers, his teeth nipping at my ear.
“No. I want you. Please.” My eyes flutter shut, my body acutely aware of his.
“If we do this here, there won’t be anything sweet or soft about it, Snow Angel. I can’t dote on you and worship your body. It’ll be hard and fast. If that’s not what you wa?—”
“It is,” I breathe, my voice raspy and almost unrecognizable to my own ears. “I need you, Miller.”
“Fuck. Okay. Hold on to that boulder.”
I do as he says, holding onto the large rock in front of me, before looking over my shoulder at him.
Miller takes his wallet out, procuring a condom before he pushes his pants down his hips just enough to pull himself out.
Sliding it down his shaft, he shoves the wrapper into his pocket, then pulls my pants down until they’re around the topsof my thighs. “Tell me if it’s too rough,” he growls, and I lean further down.
“It won’t be.”
Carefully, he knocks my feet a little further apart, then aligns himself with my entrance.
We both groan as he pushes into me in one thrust, pausing to let my body accommodate. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.God, yes.Move, Miller,” I beg, my eyes rolling back as he steadies one hand on my hip while wrapping the other around my body to reach my clit.
Obeying my wish, he begins to move, and my body succumbs to three of my most heightened senses. All I can feel is him, and all I can hear is the crashing of the waves, as he quickly makes me see stars brighter than the ones in the night sky.
The cold ocean air whips around us as Miller pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin clashing with the water just a few feet below us. The ocean spray splashes around us, and somehow a chill still runs through me, even though my body is burning hot.
“Does that feel good, Snow Angel? You like feeling me deep inside you when we overlook the ocean?”
Pushing my butt back into him more, I nod my head, bringing my hand over his. “You feel so freaking good.”
Miller circles my clit with his finger as he grabs my waist, his fingernails digging into my skin with every grunt that leaves his lips. From this angle, he’s impossibly deep, and I feel him practically in my stomach.
On the other side of the boulders, voices draw closer, but it doesn’t slow us. My fingernails bite into the top of his hand, and I turn my head, looking for the source.
“Does that turn you on, Zee? Knowing we could get caught at any second? Your pussy just got so damn wet.” He slides in and out of me excruciatingly slowly, sending sparks through veins.
“So hot,” I breathe incoherently as my orgasm begins to crest. I’m so close, so incredibly close to the edge of release.
