Page 60 of Guarding My Love

She left the basket where it was and followed Foster the few stairs below deck. He shut the door and locked it, then all but tossed her on the bed.

She landed with a thump and burst out laughing.

Here she thought in this small space he’d be a little gentler and instead he was proving her wrong once again.

She was thrilled!

She rolled though and straddled his hips while she pressed him down.

“I think it’s my turn,” she said. “I want to have my way with you.”

“I’m going to let you do it too,” he said.

He lay back and put his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing. “Take your shirt off.”

He reached down to do as he was told. She wasn’t removing her dress though. She could just lift it up and slide right on top of him.

She started to tug at his bathing suit and yanked it down fast. He was already barefoot too and was soon naked.

“There are condoms in that drawer.”

“I hope you put them in there for me this morning,” she said, squinting one eye.

“I don’t need them when I’m by myself,” he said. “And you’re the first person on this boat that isn’t a family member.”

Charlotte hadn’t expected him to say that and felt a rush of emotions in her chest that she’d been telling herself not to feel for a man who was holding back so much on her.

She opened the condom, covered his cock fast. She thought of playing with him more, but there’d be time for that later.

Right now, she just needed to feel him inside of her again.

She shimmied out of her bikini bottoms, lifted her sundress a little so she could spread herself wider, then lined up and dropped down hard.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?” she asked him.

“No,” he said, his hands still behind his head, but he was tense.

“I’m going to do to you like you did to me against the wall. Fair is fair, don’t you think?”

“I do,” he said.

“Keep your hands just like that and let me do the work.” She was rising and falling. “It feels to me like you do all the work all the time between us. This time it’s on me.”

“I’m not going to stop you,” he said.

She didn’t realize how much of a turn-on it was to have this power.

Her hands were on his chest, her fingers wide, feeling the muscles and watching him flinch. He didn’t have six-pack abs, but he didn’t have fat on him either.

“I love feeling you inside of me,” she said. “You’re so deep.”

“Keep talking,” he said.

“What?”

“Talk to me while you fuck me,” he said. “Say what you want. What you feel. Don’t hold back for fear you’ll be judged.”

Holy crap. How could he have known that about her?

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