Page 149 of Fire Island
Another stroke upward, and I’m reeling.
I couldn’t catch a breath if I tried.
The throb in my cock has disintegrated into a painful ache.
She releases me with a pop, her sweet little tongue poking out to lick her lips.
FUCK.
She stands, slipping the straps of her dress over her shoulders, tugging the neckline down to expose her perfect tits.
That’s it . . .I’m done.
Ripping the line from my wrist, I fly from the chair. My hand is around her throat, sending her backward a heartbeat later. Her back meets the wall of Firefly’s cabin. I hoist her up to my hips, pushing her dress up until my hand finds?—
No goddamn panties.
“Hell, mo ghràdh,” I growl.
Running a digit through her soaked center, I close my mouth over one gorgeous, pert nipple. She writhes against the cabin wall.
“Going to the party with no panties, baby girl?”
“Overnight bag,” she breathes.
I chuckle. This is all for me.
Mine . . . My wife.
Her hands sink into my hair. “Please, Cal.”
“No panties and begging, wife. So fucking needy.”
She dots kisses down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear.
I nudge her entrance with my tip, a hand moving into her hair and fisting as I tug her head to one side. “Mine, mo ghràdh. All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes. “Now, stop procrastinating, fear milis.”
I slam up into her. Slapping a hand on the wall over her head, I thrust into her so deep, Firefly rocks. Evie’s hands fly up to press against the wall behind her, climbing higher and higher with every thrust.
Every single one is a testament to my love for her.
The way we become one in so many ways.
The pleasure she gives me that I wish to return a thousand times over.
She tightens around me, her whimpers turning to cries, and I peel her from the wall and stride to the chair. The wooden seat hits my bare ass, and she cups my face, taking up the desperate rhythm we have created. The one between me and her that hums along with a life of its own.
Rising, she hovers at the point where we are only just joined.
Her favorite fucking spot.
“Down,” I grind out.
Her mouth finds mine. I open, like the lovesick pup I am.
Slowly, ever so damn slowly, she descends. The second she’s fully seated, she milks my cock. Her head falls back, hair dangling over her back, those perfect tits presented to me. I close my teeth around a nipple, tugging it before sucking away the sting that would have spread through the tender skin.
