Page 48 of Capri

I find myself trusting Jones with my body much more than I ever did Drew. I’m confident he’ll appreciate it much more than the man I shared a bed with for five years.

Jones leans back against the stone, his eyes lingering everywhere except my face. He’s anticipating what’s to come.

“Let’s see those tits, sweetheart.”

My eyes search the surrounding area—I can’t help it. I’ve never done anything remotely this risky before. Yet, it feels invigorating to give myself the chance.

I slowly drag the straps of my pink sundress over my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms. My eyes zone in on the bulge in Jones’ shorts, watching him adjust himself while I strip.

The cinched waist of my dress prevents it from falling. All I need to do is lower the top, and my breasts spill free.

So, I do just that. I lower the fabric from my chest and let them fall out, the weight of them heavy against me.

My nipples turn to peaks from his attention alone.

“Fuck,” Jones breathes out in a rush. “Look at you. No bra?”

I gather courage I never knew I had and cup my breasts into my hands, twisting my nipples with urgency. “God.” My head falls back on a moan before locking on his cloudy greens. “You wanna touch me, Captain? Make me feel good?”

“More than you know, Capri. More than you know.” He draws his bottom lip into his mouth and runs a hand over his scruff. He’s considering his options. I can sense the contemplation coming from him.

“Take it all off. Panties, too.”

I don’t hesitate, loosening my dress and letting the cotton fabric fall to my feet. I make quick work of removing my panties and tossing them to the side, leaving me standing naked before him.

As usual, I fight the side of myself that wants to cover my stomach to hide my stretch marks. But I don’t.

Jones looks at me like nothing can keep him from staring.

It’s just him and me. We could be anywhere in this world, and it would still be the two of us together.

Fuck buddies shouldn’t have the kind of effect on each other that we do. It’s dangerous.

“Worth the wait,” he groans, signaling me over. “Let me see you.”

My stomach lines up with his face as he takes his time admiring the sight of me. It’s not like he didn’t see me last night. Yet, every second is like the first time to Jones.

Thisis what it feels like to be worshipped.

His calloused hands sweep the length of my curves, leaving no place untouched. “These hips,” he growls, gripping my sides. “So fucking thick and sexy.”

He peppers kisses across my stomach, his thumbs following the lines of my stretch marks. His attention to them would typically make me run, but Jones appreciates them. Mapping out the road lines and how they interconnect.

He makes no move to ask what they’re from. I’m honestly not sure I could tell him.

I feel beautiful for the first time in ages.

“Fuck the seas. How did I get so lucky to be the man with this kind of view?” His nose finds the center of my core and inhales deeply with a groan. “Fucking hell, Capri. I want to devour you.” His tongue sweeps up the center of my pussy, causing my body to spasm, my legs buckling beneath me.

Even after orgasming earlier today, I’m wrung tight.

Not waiting any longer, he stands and pulls me in for a quick kiss before grabbing my dress off the ground. “Lay down for me.”

The command in his voice only makes me want to obey him more. I can’t move fast enough. Jones lays the dress across the limestone, and I take my place.

My nakedness is such a contrast to him fully dressed in front of me.

All it would take is one person to find us out here—find me compromised.

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