Page 84 of Fire Island
“Good to know.”
I open my eyes as she clamps my lip through her teeth before releasing it. “Mine.” The word is no more than a whisper. Her hips roll. My cock throbs with an ache only she can cure.
“Rough or slow, Evie baby.”
“Slow, really slow.”
She rolls her hips again, and I groan into her neck before nipping my way down. As if she needs my mouth on her as much as I do, she leans back a little, arching up. My tongue swirls around one hard nipple, and she pants out little breaths that squeeze my heart tight.
“God, I love that,” she whispers.
I bite down, and she jolts on my lap, her pussy rubbing along my cock in one firm, delicious movement.
“Ah fuck, baby,” I mumble against her breast.
“Do it again, please . . .”
The fucking beg on this woman.
Christ.
“Say it again,” I rasp.
“Please, Cal.Pleasedo it again.”
With a harsh suck to the nipple in my mouth, I let it pop from my lips and move to the next one. Swirling my tongue around her dusky peak, I cup the other with a hand, my thumb drifting over the point. I bite down a little harder than last time, and she rocks on my lap with a cry.
I suck the sting away and she takes up a grinding motion, her hands hunting through my hair.
“Fuck, you keep doing that... this is as far as we’ll get.”
“God, I can’t stop.”
Raising my head, I crash my mouth to hers. She’s starving. Lifting her a little, I line the tip of my cock with her entrance. So much for slow. Neither of us are capable of that right now.
“More, please.”
I slam her hips down, filling her completely in one thrust.
She tightens around me before I have a chance to move. I take her face in my hands, guiding her gaze to mine. “Slow, baby, slow.”
“Watch,” she pants.
I nod.
Rising so goddamn slow that I feel every glorious inch of her, she hovers at my tip, lips parted, waiting.
“Tell me,” I rasp.
“Mouth, hands.”
I sink my mouth over her nipple, a finger tracing down her belly before sweeping over her clit. The sound leaving her lips when she sinks down is something I will never forget. The wrecked form of her beautiful face will never leave my mind. Ever again.
This is who I am.
I’m hers. I was a man alone on his island. A lighthouse keeper with a solitary existence. Now, I’m whatever the fuck she wants me to be.
And . . .
