Page 26 of Her Fake Island Wedding

His chuckle was relieved as he rolled to the side, reaching down to help pull her dress up and off over her head. Hurling it aside, Lucy almost flung herself against Bryce’s chest, moaning with pleasure as the warmth of his skin soaked into hers.

“Christ, Lucy.” Bryce sounded as affected as she felt, his voice hoarse. His hands stroked down her back, hesitated at the clasp of her bra.

“Take it off,” Lucy begged.

Still he hesitated, before asking in a low voice “Do you have protection, Lucy?”

“I’m on the Pill, but yes. Condoms.” She waved a hand vaguely at the nightstand. “Top drawer.”

She wasn’t going to mention that she’d bought them at the hotel’s small shop before returning to her cabin after dinner, in the hope this very scenario might occur. Bryce probably wouldn’t care that she’d premeditated his seduction, but she still didn’t plan to mention it.

“Good,” Bryce mumbled, unfastening the snap of her bra before rolling back to reach for the nightstand. “I was going to get some from the shop, but they’d closed by the time the dive boat got back.”

Lucy laughed out loud, but shook her head when he turned to give her a quizzical look. “Nothing. Never mind. You found them?”

“Right here.” He held up the box. “You sure about this, Lucy?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said with complete honesty, and he nodded.

“Me, too.”

Bryce was down to just a pair of thin board shorts now, the lacing coming undone easily as Lucy tugged at it. His cock strained towards her through the opening, thick and long, hard steel covered with velvet-soft skin. She wrapped her fingers around him, testing his size, catching a droplet of thick cream on the end of her thumb and smearing it back into the head.

“Fffuuucckkk,” Bryce husked out, hands shaking as he reached to cup her breasts again. “Easy there, Luce…”

She smiled, sliding her hand along his thick length, adding a sharp little twist as she brought it back up again. “Something the matter?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna last long enough to get inside you if you keep that up.” Bryce’s words were almost hissed out through clenched teeth. He gave her nipples a sharp little tug, making Lucy gasp in response. Her grip slackened, and a moment later Bryce was pushing her down to her back, mouth seeking her breasts as one big hand skimmed down over her stomach.

She was still wearing her panties, but she knew very well they were soaked with the evidence of her lust. Bryce seemed to stall out as his fingers encountered the damp patch over her crotch, but only briefly before his fingers were nudging the fabric aside.

“Christ, you’re so wet,” he murmured, pulling off her nipple to look up at her. “Lucy…”

“Sh,” she ordered, spearing her fingers into his thick, shaggy golden hair and urging him back to her breast. They could talk later about how she’d been lusting after him almost since they met. Or not, preferably. His fingers were working sheer magic, grazing lightly at first over her clit and then making rougher circles, finding the exact pressure to make her hips buck up off the bed and small cries erupt from her lips. His mouth stayed busy too, suckling first one nipple then the other, each tug of his firm lips sending further bolts of pleasurable sensation through her.

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Lucy seemed almost delirious, unintelligible cries and moans spilling from her as Bryce coaxed her up towards orgasm. Her nails scored his scalp, fingers tugging on his hair. The small pressure only increased his own arousal, making him grind his hips against the mattress in a desperate search for relief.

“Bryce, please!” Lucy cried out finally. “I want you — want you inside me — please!”

It would have taken a much stronger man than Bryce Seabrook to deny her. With a groan of need, he lifted his head and reached for the box of condoms he’d dropped on the edge of the bed. By the time his fingers closed around it, Lucy had wriggled out of her knickers with a very distracting shimmy of her hips and was lying back, a come-hither look in her eyes.

In the heated dreams from which he’d awakened far too often, he hadn’t rushed. He’d taken his time to explore every inch of Lucy, find all the trigger spots which made her moan and gasp, but in real life, that exploration would have to come later. She was in no mood to wait and he honestly thought he might explode if he tried to hold out any longer. Easing to kneel between Lucy’s spread thighs, he guided his sheathed cock to her soaked entrance.

Lucy’s moan as he pressed inside her almost set him off. He had to pause, grip tightly around the base of his cock for a moment and breathe deeply to keep control. Her hands came up to settle on his shoulders, slender legs winding around his hips as she tried to pull him deeper, and he groaned.

“Easy, babe, easy. Gimme a second.”

She whined his name, tugging on him frantically, and he was lost. With a fierce thrust of his hips he plunged fully inside Lucy, revelling in her shriek of pleasure, working his hand in between them to find her clit and rub it almost frantically, bringing her up to the peak as he flew there himself. His own groans and shouts mingled with hers as they chased ecstasy together, until Lucy’s nails dug into his shoulders, body bowing up against his as she climaxed for a second time.

She was so beautiful in the throes of her pleasure, long slender neck arched back, her dark hair thrashing around her on the white pillow as she flung her head from side to side, writhing sinuously underneath him.

With a desperate moan of relief Bryce let go, feeling his balls tighten and pull up hard against his body as seed spurted in hot jets into the condom.

“Oh God, Luce,” Bryce mumbled against her hair. He was shaking, slight tremors running through him with the incredible intensity of the release, as he reared back and lifted his hand to touch her cheek, kiss her lips. “God, that was…” He didn’t have words, could only gaze at her in wonderment.

She smiled up at him, her hands stroking lightly over his shoulders. “It was, wasn’t it?”

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