Page 88 of A Shore Fling
“You passed,” I murmur.
She lifts her brows. “That’s it? That’s the whole lesson?”
“Lesson one.”
“I was promised cookies.”
I reach up and brush a strand of hair from her cheek, watching the way her breath catches. “You want your reward now?”
Her gaze flicks to my mouth. “Maybe.”
That’s all the permission I need. I lean in and capture her lips like I’ve been waiting to do since the second she took the wheel. Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers curling around the nape of my neck. She kisses me back, tongue whirling around mine.
She tastes as sweet as always, with a hint of sunscreen mixed in. The boat rocks gently beneath us, and the rest of the world drops away. Just her lips on mine, the heat of her body, the sound of our breaths tangled together.
I finally draw back, separating our mouths. I remove her hands from my neck, then lead her to the bow. I lower onto the bench, drawing her down to my lap. Her knees bracket my hips as she settles against my erection, the thin fabric of our swimsuits the only barrier between us. Cupping her face, my thumbs stroke her cheeks as I stare up at her.
“This is a much better reward than I expected,” she murmurs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Just wait.” I slide my hands down to squeeze the dip of her waist gently. Nina rocks her hips, sending a jolt of desire through me. “You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, but I can’t stop my hands from lowering to her hips and encouraging the movement.
She leans forward, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “Maybe I like getting burned.”
My breath hitches as her teeth graze my earlobe. I know I should suggest we head back to shore, find somewhere more private, but the way she’s looking at me makes rational thought impossible.
“Nina,” I warn, but there’s no real protest in my voice.
She pulls back to look at me, her eyes dark with want despite the bright sunlight beaming down on us. “We’re far enough out. No one can see us.”
Glancing around, I confirm we’re well beyond the range of prying eyes. The nearest boat is just a speck on the horizon. When I look back at her, she’s already reaching behind her neck to untie her bikini top.
“Christ,” I breathe as the scrap of red falls away. The sight of her bare breasts makes my mouth go dry. I can’t resist cupping them both in my palms. Her nipples harden against my touch, tempting me until I lean forward and take one into my mouth. Nina gasps, threading her fingers through my hair.
“Travis,” she moans as I slide over to lavish her other breast with the same attention. Her hips rock more insistently, creating a delicious friction that has me straining against my board shorts.
“I want you,” she whispers, reaching between us to tug at my waistband. “Right here. Right now.” She leans down, slanting her lips over mine, using her tongue in sinful ways to convince me. Not that I need convincing.
Her mouth lifts from mine, and she moves over to my ear, biting the lobe. I groan as her tongue soothes the sting.
“You know anyone with a pair of binoculars can see us,” I say.
“Let them watch,” she says with a wicked grin that makes my pulse race.
I reach for the ties on her bikini bottoms, my fingers working quickly to loosen the knots. She lifts from my lap slightly, aiding me in sliding the fabric free, and then she’s naked on top of me.
“Your turn,” she says, tugging furiously at my shorts. I lift my hips, letting her push them down just enough to free my cock. The feel of her pussy against me is almost more than I can handle. Gripping her hips, I position her over me. Hereyes locked with mine, she sinks down in one fluid motion, enveloping me.
“God, you feel fucking amazing,” I say, fighting to control the urge to lift her and repeatedly slam her back down on me.
“So do you,” she whispers, beginning to move. She sets a slow, torturous pace that has me seeing stars. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Leaning forward, I press a kiss there, tasting the salt on her skin.
She moans as she takes me deeper, her warm, wet walls welcoming me. Fingers tangling in my hair, she pulls my head back and kisses me. It’s messy and desperate, full of fiery passion more than finesse. Gripping her ass, I help guide her up and down my length. The sight of her breasts bouncing with each thrust is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
She grinds against me harder, her inner muscles rhythmically clenching around me. I slide my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb, and gently rub the sensitive bundle.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Let go for me,” I urge, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her. With each wave of her orgasm, I’m squeezed by her inner walls, and I follow her into bliss. Holding her tightly against me, I bury my face in her tits as waves of pleasure crash through my body.
