Page 69 of Kai
Her pleasure came first.
“Hands on your breasts, beautiful.” I curled my fingers inside her. “Let me see you work those pretty nipples of yours.”
The need that flared in her eyes struck me like lightning. I watched in fascination as she raked her flesh and pulled and twisted those gorgeous pink buds much harder than I would’ve done it. She enjoyed the freedom my words gave her. Cece following instructions?
Hot as hell.
As she arched and moaned, I deepened my strokes. I inhaled her scent, filling my nostrils with the spice of her marine perfume.
“Kai?” She lifted her head and cased me with a hopeful look. “Fuck me?”
I wanted to and still… I couldn’t, not because my body wasn’t ready, but because my ghosts could strike at any moment.
“I wanna watch you come,” I said instead. “This is my reward for being such an excellent instructor. So, legs in the air, don’t stop working your nipples, and stick your gorgeous pussy front and center. You’re gonna come for my eyes only. You’re gonna come so hard you’re gonna squirt in my face.”
“I—”
“Now, Cece,” I said. “You need to come now.”
Thrusting hard, I clamped my lips on her clit. Her body contracted, and her walls squeezed around my fingers, an iron grip that soon pulsed. She cried out my name. Her legs wrapped around my head as tightly as her pussy clung to my fingers. When she came, her climax was so fucking awesome that I pressed down on my dick and spilled on the towel.
She was my lighthouse, my way forward. I knew it in my bones.
It took her a while to come down after her orgasm. When she could finally move again, she groped around to find her bikini.
“Nah.” I tossed her top aside. “The umbrella protects you from sunburn, so stay naked. You’re beautiful. Come over here.”
She mewled a muted response. I held her close while she took a little nap on the beach towel, her body soft and relaxed, nestled safely beside me. Lying on the big towel, I stretched on my back with my feet crossed and my head propped on Cece’s life jacket, munching on a round chunk of fresh pineapple. Life was pretty perfect with Cece snoozing by my side. I felt… happy, whole.
When she opened her eyes, I offered her the fruit. “Hungry?”
“Is food all you think about, like, all the time?” she asked, stretching lazily in my arms.
“Food is life.” I grinned down at her. “At least take a bite, you quarrelsome woman.”
“Hey!” she protested, but she bit into the pineapple and tore away a sizeable chunk.
“Thanks,” I said, as she chewed.
“For what?” she mumbled with her mouth full.
“For letting me gorge on your pussy,” I said. “For allowing me to watch your beautiful orgasms. Oh, and for giving me the best blowjob of my life.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“And yet you still don’t want to fuck me.”
“Who says I don’t wanna fuck you?” I took another bite of pineapple. “You wanna know the truth?”
She nodded.
“I want to fuck you so bad I may have cracked several molars holding myself back. I came on the towel, Cece. You did that.”
“Oh.” She looked for evidence of my passion and flashed me a small smile when she found the wet spot. “So, how aboutnow?”
“Now could be good.” I kissed her, and for once, now felt right.
