“Here?” I ask in a very unmanly, choked sound, my eyes widening.
She nods slowly, moving just enough to slip her hand into my shorts.
My eyes flick around as my pulse starts to pick up. “What if someone sees us?” I ask, swallowing thickly.
She gives me a naughty little grin. “No one is going to see. This is our own private cabana. The only ones who have access to this deck are us, the guys, and the moms. And they took Nando out for ice cream. So it’s just me and you, big boy.”
I think my brain short-circuits when she wraps her hand around my cock, giving it a firm squeeze as she strokes it.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head. With everything that's been going on, Rylee and I haven’t been intimate. It just wasn’t the time for it. Witheveryone being so stressed and in our own heads, sex was the last thing on my mind.
Until right now. I’ve never wanted to be inside her more in my life.
So when she pulls her bikini bottoms to the side, and brings the tip of my dick to her entrance, I nearly explode.
Panting heavily, my fingers dig into her hips as she slowly sinks down. The feeling of her wet pussy wrapped around me has me biting the inside of my cheek to keep from coming on the spot.
“Oh shit,” I moan, thrusting up and forcing my cock the rest of the way in.
The sweet little moan that leaves her lips is nearly my undoing.
“Mhhmm,” she hums, rocking her hips slowly. “You feel so good.”
“You feel like heaven,” I croak, my brain struggling to come up with coherent words. “So good, so fucking good.”
“I love it when you lose yourself in me, Colt,” she murmurs, her own breathing starting to pick up as she rides me a little faster.
I lay there, letting my queen do whatever she wants, taking whatever she needs from me. I live to please her, and holy shit, I do not mind at all.
“I love getting lost in you.” Groaning, I hold her still, lifting my hips up to thrust inside her over and over again.
“Yes,” she moans, meeting my thrusts with her own. “God, you feel so good. I need this. Need you.”
“Fuck, Rylee.” I grab the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair. “I need you too. So fucking much.”
“I love you.” Her words come out a little frantic, her eyes flicking between mine. “So much. I’m so sorry.”
My heart drops when I see that she looks like she’s going to cry.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head as her hands find my shoulders, so she can brace herself, to move harder and faster. “I’m just sorry I’ve been so distant.”
“It’s okay.” I grunt in pleasure. “I haven’t been any better.”
“No more.” She shakes her head again, moving closer so her lips are only a breath away. “I need you, baby, so bad.”
“Take me,” I growl softly. “I’m yours."
Our lips crash together in a needy mess. She slides her tongue in and over mine, and I groan like a man having his favorite treat when I taste her.
I swallow down her little whimpers and whines as she works herself frantically over me. When her movements become choppy, I help her out by moving her hips, making her fuck me deeper and faster.
This moment is everything I needed, settling the storm that's been consuming my mind and body. She’s the peace amongst the chaos. If I didn’t have her, I honestly don’t want to know the person I would have become.
She makes me want to be the best version of myself. To be a better man. So I need to remind myself to be the best man I can be for her.
“I’m so close,” Rylee whines against my lips.
