Page 107 of Spring Tide

“Come here, baby.” He loops one finger through the strap of my sundress, tugging me up and off his dick. “Let me fuck you before I come down your throat.”

With two gentle hands, he pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me. His fingers dip down as he yanks my panties to the side, swiping his knuckles against my slit and rolling his thumb over my tight bundle of nerves.

“So wet,” he says, “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

“Too impatient for that.”

I pull my dress over my head as he leans to the side, fishing in his jeans pocket for a condom. It takes him a few moments to roll it on, so I mentally prepare myself to be fucked into the sand. Luca says his knee is “practically one hundred percent now,” thank goodness, which means I’m expecting full functionality tonight.

He moves over me, lining himself up at my entrance, pressing his full weight against me as he whispers into my ear, “You ready?”

“Please.”

He pushes into me slowly, canting his hips until his cock hits the perfect angle. As he roughly thrusts into me—hands pressed down on either side of my head—his lips meet my neck and leave a trail of wet kisses along my collarbone.

“Do you like how that feels?”

“It’s so good,” I murmur, a ragged moan ripping from my throat.

“Do you want more?”

My fingers thread through his hair as I attempt to control my breathing. Panting, I finally manage to say, “Any more and I might just ...oh shit, I might just pass out.”

He chuckles, slowing his tempo but continuing to pound me into the blanket. There’s a sort of recklessness behind his movements now, as if fucking in public has suddenly opened up a new door for him, for us, for the shameless side of him begging to be unleashed.

“God, you take my cock so well. A perfect. Fucking. Fit,” he says, each word punctuated by a thrust.

I cry out, arching my back as my hips lift to meet him. I’ve almost reached the point of oblivion, but there’s one more thing I need to tip me over the edge.

“Harper, I’m gonna come,” he rasps against my throat. “Are you close?”

“I’m so close. I just, I need ...”

He smooths a hand over my sweaty mass of hair, tucking it behind my ears. “Tell me what you need, baby. You can do it.”

“Can you suck on my tits?”

With a cheeky smirk, he dips his head and pops a nipple into his mouth. He rolls his tongue over it, lapping and sucking before he nips the sensitive bud with his teeth. It only takes about ten torturous seconds before I completely fall apart, writhing beneath him. With one last powerful thrust, he joins me there.

We catch our breath, silently slipping back into our underwear as he tucks the used condom away. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Luca take a deep exhale and glance down the beach, ensuring that no random straggler has caught the show of a lifetime. As soon as he discovers the coast is clear, he pulls me on top of him and runs his hands along my sides.

“I love watching you come,” he murmurs.

“Damn, you’re getting really good at that.” I tap one finger on the end of his nose. “The talking thing.”

“It’s pretty fucking easy when I’ve got you underneath me. For some reason, I just want to spew out whatever shit comes to my mind. Plus, your reactions make it so much better.”

I’m practically glowing at his praise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, being with you is the best I’ve ever had.” He kisses me again, slow and deep. “Every. Single. Time.”

“It is for me, too.”

“Good.” He gathers up the rest of his clothes and slips them on, passing my dress over as he rearranges the blanket beneath us. Sand is fucking everywhere, so there’s no doubt in my mind we’re going to need that bath later tonight.

“So,” he starts again, an awkward note behind his voice now, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.”

My nose wrinkles. “What’s up?”

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