Page 118 of Fire Island
Sinking two fingers inside my wet center, I slide them back out.
“I want to come. I want you to be the one to see me fall apart,” I pant.
He swallows hard, gaze fixed on my hand, my fingers moving in and out of my dripping pussy.
“Then I’m yours to devour.”
“You’re killing me,” he rasps. His jaw flexes.
“I’m so close.” I swirl my thumb over my clit as I curl my fingers forward and quicken my pace. “Oh, Cal...”
“Come on. Fuck, Evie,” he growls.
Bliss barrels through me as I tighten around my fingers. I arch on the deck, riding my hand through the orgasm.
“Enough,” he grunts out.
I’m hauled forward. Cal drops beside me, lying down, and rough hands manhandle me until I’m straddling his face. His grip on my hips is harsh. His first sweep through my aching center is hot and aggressive. “Ride my fucking face. Give me another one.”
He laps at my entrance, diving his tongue deep inside me before suckling my clit. He devours my pussy, working over my throbbing clit with every other stroke. My hands wander to my breasts, kneading them, pinching my hard nipples before rolling them to ease the sting.
Cal takes me like a man starved.
His tongue rips over my clit.
He rocks my hips over his mouth.
Teeth close around my aching nub, and I cry out. His hand lands on my ass, hard. I jerk, my aching nub tugging between his teeth.
“Fuck, Cal. Fuck.”
“This memory will burn so fucking bright, you won’t be able to see back to the things that dead man ever did. And believe me when I say it, Evie baby—he is a dead man. He just doesn’t know it yet. I promised you once, whatever was haunting you wouldn’t take a second breath if it ever stepped on our island. I fucking mean it. Now, give me another one.”
His hand meets my ass again as he sucks down hard on my clit. I explode. Rolling my hips over his mouth, I come so fucking hard I can’t breathe.
My body trembles as every inch of me floods with ecstasy.
Cal’s grip reaffirms as I falter a little.
Like the rag doll I am after the world’s most incredible orgasm, he flips me over, hauling my hips up to his. “These are the only memories worth having, mo ghràdh.”
He slams into me.
The stretch takes the small parcel of air I only just managed to catch. I cry out.
Pulling out, so slow, he leans over and slides one hand up my belly, between my breasts, and circles my throat. “I’m the only man who will ever touch you. You’re mine.”
His grip closes around my throat.
My clit throbs.
My lips part.
He slams into me. I arch from the deck.
“Fuck, Evie, you are so fucking precious.” Emotion tugs at his face, thinning out his words.
“I—”
