Page 106 of Kai
“Greedy Sorceress.” I smirked, and treading water, grounded my groin against the crux of her legs. “You’re a voracious creature. You want it all, don’t you?”
“Every. Single. Inch.” Rubbing herself over my aching dick, she looked at me between her wet lashes. “Is that a bad thing?”
“It’s an excellent thing.” I turned in the water and pointed at my back. “Hands on my shoulders. Synch your kicks with mine.”
We arrived at the ladder in no time. I pulled it down and offered it to her. She climbed quickly, and we jumped offSerenitythree more times. Cece’s laughter reverberated in the cove, jubilant in a way I’d never heard before. Her adorable shrieks filled the air, and her chuckles filled the space in a part of me that had been empty for a very long time. Watching her jump and splash, having fun in the water?
It was yet another gift from the universe.
On the way back from the third jump, she dog-paddled to the ladder on her own. I kept close just in case, but she made it. When she reached the boat, she turned around, sat on a rung, and faced me. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breaths, pushing up the pale flesh of her breasts.
Water dripped down her face, perched on the ends of her lashes, and dribbled from her hair. It streamed down her torso and turned her fitted crop tank into a moot point. It was now transparent. Her pearled nipples pointed straight at me through the thin fabric. I wanted nothing less than to free them from the spandex and take them in my mouth.
“That was so fun.” Her cheeks were flushed, and the smile I loved so much sparkled in her gaze. “It’s gorgeous down there!”
“Not as gorgeous as you are.” I pulled up on the ladder, and balancing on the lower rung, leaned in and kissed her.
I savored the salt on her lips, enjoying the flavors of the sea on her skin. She parted her mouth, allowing my tongue to sweep inside. Her sweetness overwhelmed all other flavors. Her passion, as she met me kiss for kiss, washed over me in waves of need.
When I opened my eyes, her eyes shimmered back at me with the most exquisite tones of blue. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed her front to mine. Her hard nipples poked at my chest, sketching a pattern of pleasure on my skin. The want I’d suppressed for so many days throbbed in my balls and filled my dick to maximum capacity.
I ached and yearned in equal parts.
She opened her legs and wrapped them around me. As we kissed, I curled my hips and rubbed my dick against the lycra stretching over her sex. The friction felt divine. The water splashed and rippled between us, stoking the fire in my groin. Turned out water couldn’t smother the flames between us. Ours was the type of blaze that burned forever.
I could’ve come then. I was done with Operation Blue Balls. It took all I had to separate our lips and our bodies. Releasing the ladder, I slid over and pushed up on the toy deck. I rushed to undo the string of my shorts.
“Let me,” she whispered, coming to kneel at my feet.
For an instant, I stood there, my entire body humming like a live wire. She slid off my drenched shorts, tossed them aside, and reached out to stroke my dick softly. My brain turned to mush, but I grabbed one of the rolled towels by the stairs and tucked them under Cece’s knees, even as she planted small kisses along the side of my erection.
Beneath her mouth, my dick hardened. Hell, it felt like petrified wood. When she took me in her mouth, every nerve in my body came alive. Even as she set a voracious pace, I entwined my fingers with strands of her wet hair and let her have at me.
I threw my head back, accepting the pleasure but fighting my need for release. Standing beneath a cloudless sky, blessed with the warmth of the sun, and surrounded by the cove’s bejeweled waters, Cece kneeled at my feet, sucking my cock, pulling on my pleasure with every draw of her mouth.
It didn’t get any better than this.
Or maybe it did?
I struggled to block the surge that swelled my dick. My legs weakened. Cece almost brought me to my knees. There was only so much a guy could take. I considered coming in the wet tightness of her throat, then decided not to. The next time I came, I was gonna be inside her.
Taking command of my body, I pulled out of her mouth. The smallpopof her lips announced the moment my dick left her mouth. She snapped her head up, her eyes full of questions.
“How about we get rid of your wet clothes?” I said, defying my dick’s throbbing pain.
“Yes,” she said with enthusiasm.
As I peeled off her shorts, she slid out of her top. I wadded them together and tossed them beyond the stairs to the deck. Then I took a moment to feast on the view: the sorceress that had put a spell on me, dressed only in her skin; the sunlight caressing her gorgeous breasts; the droplets kissing her flesh and getting lost between her legs.
I resented the sun for touching her and the water for licking her body. She stood naked onmyboat, inmycove, onmyisland. She was mine to protect, to fuck, to love.
I grabbed the towels and spread them on the deck. Then I stepped up to her, claimed her mouth, and allowed my hands to slide over her body. While I kissed her, I traced the curves of her naked body, caressed her gorgeous breasts, cupped the side of her face, and ran my fingers through the wet strands of her hair.
Sliding my fingers down her back, I filled my palms with the perfect flesh of her ass, and then, coiling an arm around her waist, pulled her even tighter to me. I skated my middle finger down her cleft, dipped it between her folds, and circled her opening.
Rich, thick, and oily, her generous moisture soaked her inner folds and allowed me to dip my knuckle in her. She wasn’t drenched because of the sea. She was wet because of me.
Trapped between our bodies, my dick strained. I ignored it and ran my lips down her neck and over her shoulder while slowly pumping my finger into her depths.
