God, he does.
“No one’s around,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice deep, rough, thick with need. “I want to have you right here, baby. In the sun. On this beach. I need to feel you.”
“Someone might come,” I protest weakly, even as my hips rise to meet his.
“Let them.”
He tugs one triangle of my bikini top down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking until I cry out. My back arches off the towel, sand sticking to my skin as he devours me like a starving man.
His hand slides between my legs, fingers pushing aside the soaked scrap of fabric. He touches me with slow reverence, rubbing lazy circles that make my thighs tremble.
“So wet for me already,” he whispers. “You always are. You were made for me, weren’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip, my whole body trembling beneath him. “Yes.”
He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them in just the right spot while his mouth trails hot kisses down my stomach. My hands clutch the towel, the sand, him—anything I can hold on to while he pulls me apart.
“I want you inside me,” I gasp. “Now.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
In a flurry of wet fabric and breathless laughter, he frees himself from his trunks, his thick length brushing against my thigh before he positions himself at my entrance. He pauses, just enough to look at me, really look, like I’m the sun and the sea and his salvation all at once.
“I love you,” he says again, softer this time.
“I love you more.”
Then he pushes into me, slow and deep, stretching me in a way that feels like home. I moan, the sound carried off by the waves. He starts to move, dragging out every thrust, every grind, like he wants to memorize how I feel around him. Like he’s never letting me go again.
My hands roam his back, his shoulders, his jaw. I kiss him like I’m drowning, and he fucks me like he’s the only one who can bring me back to life.
And maybe he is.
The heat builds fast, tight and demanding in my belly. His name tumbles from my lips in broken gasps, my body shaking as I get closer and closer.
“Come for me, Eleanor,” he pants against my ear. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
I break with a cry, my body tightening around him as waves crash in the distance, echoing my release. He groans, low and guttural, and follows me seconds later, burying himself deep as he spills inside me.
We stay tangled together for a moment, panting and slick with sweat, still connected. Still us.
When he finally collapses beside me, he pulls me into his arms, kissing my shoulder with a satisfied hum. “You’re everything.”
I smile, tracing circles on his chest. “We’re everything.”
The breeze cools my skin, but I’m warm…so warm in his arms. My head rests against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Still strong. Still here.
His fingers lazily trace patterns on my bare back. He hums a low tune, something sweet and off-key, and I smile into his skin.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Mmm?”
“I need to tell you something.”
He shifts so he can see me better, his gaze instantly alert. “You okay?”
I nod, but my throat tightens. I sit up slightly, my hand splayed over my belly. It’s flat for now, but not for long. “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure. But I am now.”
