Page 75 of A Shore Fling
My head raises. “And you’ll have me. But I’m not done exploring yet.” I dive back down, drawing her other nipple into my mouth and giving it equal attention.
Nina’s fingers thread through my hair as I slowly nibble my way down her stomach. “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathes as I move lower.
I spread her legs wider, settling between them. The scent of her desire makes my head spin and my dick throb. I press soft kisses along her inner thighs, feeling her muscles tense beneath my lips.
“Please,” she gasps, her hands tightening in my hair.
My tongue finds her center, giving her what she wants. I explore every inch of her pussy with deliberate slowness, my tongue finding her most sensitive places. She gasps my name, lifting her hips, and I grip her thighs to hold her steady. She tastes better than I imagined, and the way her body responds to my every touch is intoxicating.
Her legs tense beneath my hold as I feel her getting closer.
“Please,” she whispers.
I kiss my way back up her body. Positioning my cock between her legs, I slide back and forth between her lips, coating myself in her arousal. Our eyes meet in the dim light as she guides me to her entrance. I slowly sink inside her, and we both release shaky breaths.
For a moment, I hold completely still, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in her tight heat. Nina’s eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp. I begin to move slowly, watching her face as pleasure washes over her features.
“Look at me,” I husk, and her eyes snap open.
I increase my pace, one hand braced on the mattress beside her head, the other sliding beneath her to angle her hips upward. Every stroke of my cock draws a soft sound from her throat thatdrives me wild. Her fingernails dig into my back, leaving marks for me to remember this by.
“Just like that,” she moans, her voice breaking when I hit a spot that makes her whole body tense. “Don’t stop.”
Christ, I couldn’t if I tried. The way she’s moving beneath me, the way her pussy grips my cock, it’s beyond words. Sweat beads on my forehead as I concentrate, trying to hold back the wave building inside me.
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper. I groan, chasing our pleasure with increased urgency. The slapping sound of our flesh meeting fills the room, accompanied by our ragged breaths. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard rhythmically thumping against the wall.
Sliding my hand between us, I find her clit with my thumb, circling in time with my thrusts. Her reaction is almost immediate, with her back arching and her inner muscles tightening around me. I watch her face transform with pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut, head tipping back. The sight of her coming undone pushes me to the edge.
“Nina,” I groan, burying my face in her neck as my rhythm falters. My release crashes through me in waves of pleasure so intense my vision blurs. For several heartbeats, I can’t move or think beyond the sensation of her skin against mine, her breath in my ear.
When I finally lift my head, she’s looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and a satisfied smile plays on her lips. I brush her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and press a gentle kiss there. “Damn. That was…” I trail off, at a loss for words to describe what we just shared.
“I know,” she says with understanding.
Rolling to the side, I bring her with me and tuck her against my chest. She feels so right in my arms. Everything we did felt right, as though it was inevitable we would end up here.
“Will you stay the night?” she asks.
“I couldn’t move if you wanted me to,” I confess. I’m pretty sure my knees are still weak after what felt like the orgasm of my life.
She laughs. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.”
“That’s convenient because I’m right where I want to be.”
When I come awake and open my eyes, it takes a second for me to remember where I am. I roll over and find the other side of the bed empty. Where’s Nina?
I take a moment to use the bathroom and pull on my boxer briefs before I leave the bedroom. Once I hit the hallway, the scent of bacon leads me to the kitchen. I find Nina, scooping scrambled eggs onto two plates.
Moving up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.”
She angles her head, giving me better access. “Good morning.”
“I don’t know which smells better, the bacon or you,” I tell her.
She laughs. “After the last breakfast I made you, I could only go up.”
“You just might get that five-star review this time. Your turndown service was mind-blowing,” I say, smirking.
