Page 21 of Reckless Encore

She grinned and reached for his belt, tugging beneath the water.

“Hold tight.” He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and set to work on his pants. “I’ve got this.”

She brushed her lips against his neck, his jaw, his cheek, kissing away the darkness to add nothing but light. “I hope we don’t get kicked off the island if we’re caught.”

He lowered his zipper, his pants. “I don’t care as long as they let you finish.” He claimed her mouth, one of his hands grasping the back of her head, the other on his dick while he worked his erection back and forth over her clit.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Sean.”

He obeyed, thrusting into her, making waves between them with each movement. He growled against her lips. Nipped. Sucked. Their tongues tangled; his hands gripped tighter.

“I wish you were naked,” he spoke into her mouth. “I’d taste you everywhere.”

He thrust, he kissed, he licked, driving her need for air higher and higher until she panted.

“Sean…” She loved this man. Loved him so much her chest expanded with the overwhelming emotion.

“Come on, Red. Show me I can still make you feel good after everything I’ve done.”

She shuddered, her nipples tightening. He increased his pace, but everything became filtered through the thick ocean water. Each thrust was a tease, a delicious glide of pleasure.

“Milk that cock for me.”

Her pussy clenched with the first glimmer of orgasm. “Not yet.” Greed had her wanting more.

He cupped her breast through the thick material and cursed. “I need to kiss you here. I need to fucking taste you.”

“Pull it down.”

“How? I don’t want to ruin—”

“Just do it.” She didn’t care if he ripped her dress to shreds.

He ran his fingers under the shoulder strap, tugged, then gave up.

“Don’t be a pussy. Pull it down.”

He growled and fisted the material, dragging the dress and her bra down at the same time. Underwire dug into her ribs. The coarse fabric of his gaping jacket scratched against her nipples.

She. Did. Not. Care.

Her body tingled everywhere—breasts, thighs, stomach, and most prominently, her pussy.

“Fuck.” He stared at her chest glistening under the water. “This is an even bigger temptation. I’ll fucking drown myself trying to keep my mouth on you.”

She could’ve chuckled, would’ve, but her orgasm built with forceful speed. He cupped her breasts, his thrusts matching her building need, then he pinched her nipple, and she conceded.

Pleasure blinded her. Over and over, her pussy contracted. She whimpered with each pulse, clinging to his shoulders, burying her face into his neck.

He held her, protected her, until the orgasm dwindled and her vision slowly returned. She gulped for air, trying to calm her pulse.

It wasn’t until he stilled inside her that she realized something was wrong.

His orgasms always lingered after hers. He never came before she did. He waited, ensuring they both got their fill.

“Did you finish?”

He released her hips and stepped back, the length of him fleeing her body. “Nope.”

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