Page 77 of Ride the Wave

Placing my hand against his chest, I slide it down slowly, my fingers tracing along the ridges and dents of his abs before it hits the waistband of his shorts and strokes over his erection straining against the material.

‘You, Leo,’ I say softly, as he exhales a ragged breath. ‘I want you inside me.’

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‘How are these still on?’ I ask impatiently, as he sits up to take off his shorts and boxers at my instruction.

He grins, sliding them over his legs. ‘There were more important things going on.’

I inhale sharply at the sight of his huge cock as it springs free.Christ. The thought of him inside me, filling me, is making me wet again. I wrap my hand around it and feel it warm and throbbing in my grasp, using my free hand to push him back down on the pillows.

‘That was clearly an oversight on my part,’ I mutter, heat pooling in my stomach as I give his length a slow, firm stroke and enjoy his reaction, his eyes fluttering shut as his head falls back on the pillow, his lips parting with a tortured groan. ‘I’ll have to make it up to you.’

His shallow breathing and the low, guttural sounds escaping his throat as his hips thrust into my hand makes the aching throb between my legs intensify.

‘Fuck,’ he grunts, his hand reaching out to grip my wrist, stopping me, ‘you can’t keep going; I don’t want to come yet.’

I move to straddle him and he sits up, grabbing my waist as he kisses me urgently, his whole body tensing when I grind my hips against his thick, pulsing length. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I’m impatient and desperate for this man. I need to feel him inside me.

‘Condom?’ I prompt, my hands resting at the nape of his neck.

He pulls back from me a little to reach across to the drawer of his bedside table. I remain where I am, keeping him secure between my legs, refusing to budge from my perch where I have front-row seats to his arm and torso muscles flexing as he twists to open the drawer, looking for the box inside. As he finds a foil package and break it free of its strip, I study the shape of his eyebrows, how he’s frowning slightly in concentration, the tiny creases around his mouth.

I realise something I should have said much earlier than now.

‘You’re beautiful, you know,’ I say quietly, my hands drifting across his broad shoulders as he turns back to face me, holding the package. ‘Like, impossibly beautiful.’

He doesn’t say anything, leaning back on his hands and allowing me to trace a finger across his cheekbone, raking my fingers along the side of his head through his hair.

He exhales, his eyes fixed on me.

‘How could you have been jealous tonight?’ I mutter, amused by the idea as I slide my hands to rest on his shoulders. ‘It’s mad. You must have known.’

‘Known what?’

‘What I was thinking.’

‘When?’

‘When you brought me back to my flat after the surf lesson.’

His eyes light up with playfulness. ‘I had no idea. I was too busy trying not to think whatIwas thinking.’

‘Why, what wereyouthinking?’

‘I asked first.’

‘I don’t care.’

He grins. ‘You’re so fucking stubborn. Do youalwaysget what you want?’

‘Yes. What were you thinking, Leo?’

‘Fine. I was thinking along the same lines as what I’ve been thinking for days, like I’ve already told you.’ Leaning his weight on the hand still grasping the condom, he slides his other hand up the curve of my hip as his voice drops low and serious. ‘That I wanted to carry you inside to your bed and fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t have the chance to eventhinkabout whoever you were meant to be going out with tonight.’

I bite my lip, nails digging into his skin. ‘If only we’d have been better at communicating, becauseIwas thinking…’ I pause to smile mischievously at him ‘…I should cancel on José and invite you inside.’

‘Hm.’ His shoulders lift as he takes a deep breath. ‘I’m glad you didn’t.’

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