Page 74 of Paradise in Progress
Her chest rises and falls as her breathing intensifies. Trailing a hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, I feel for the slit in her dress,the same slit that has given me brief glimpses of her leg I can’t stop imagining wrapped around me as I thrust inside of her.
My touch travels over her exposed skin, to her inner thigh, and toward her center. With a gentle caress, I can feel her arousal coating the thin scrap of fabric, and I barely hold back my groan. Gripping her lace thong, I drag it up and down, up and down, building the friction she craves as I let the material graze her swollen clit.
Unabashedly, she moans, never stopping kissing me, and my dick twitches in my shorts. I need her. As she sucks on my tongue, I’m desperate to feel her tight pussy grip my cock. I’m seconds away from taking her right here when I become aware that anyone could walk up on us. I ease my fingers away from where she’s eager for my touch as a soft whimper escapes her lips.
“Not here, baby,” I say as my eyes scan the area. A few feet away, a cream-covered cabana catches my attention. A sly smirk spreads across my lips as I gently pull her in the direction of the beach.
Her sweet giggles fuel our jog through the sand, but she struggles in her wedged sandals. Reaching down, I scoop my arms behind her knees as I sweep her off her feet in a fireman’s carry.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasps as she wraps her arms around my neck, gripping on for dear life. One hand playfully slaps my chest before she clasps her hands together. “Put me down.”
“Why?” I ask, pausing to look at her. Pink tinges her cheeks, giving her a rosy glow. “Afraid I might drop you?” I playfully pretend to drop her before bouncing her higher into my arms. She lets out a shriek, and I laugh.
“You’re such a jerk,” she says through a sweet laugh.
“The jerk you looooove.”
“Yeah, I do.” Lust coats her voice, which pushes my feet to carry us faster through the sand.
Stepping foot inside the private cabana, I gently set her down on the daybed as I move around the sides of the cabana and loosen the ties holding the curtains back. I keep the side open that faces the ocean.
As I stand at the edge of the bed, I stare down at the angelic woman beneath me. Her hair is spread around her head in a halo effect. Her swollen lips are parted and emerald eyes blaze with desire as her gaze roams over my body.
She’s perfect. Flawless. Breathtaking.
But best of all,she’s mine.
Slowly, I begin undoing the buttons on my tropical printed short sleeve. Kennedy watches raptly, and I decide to milk the moment. She huffs a breath, which has me quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Impatient, are we?”
“Aching.”
“Desperate.”
Her eyes roll, but then she says all-too-seductively. “For you, Tristan.”
I groan as I slip the shirt down my arms and toss it aside. Before I have a chance to unbutton my shorts, Kennedy’s slender fingers are reaching for my waist. I watch as she sits up and works my shorts free.
Her warm hand slides inside my boxers and grips my aching cock. I moan long and deep at the contact and tilt my head to the sky, thanking the almighty.
How did I get so fucking lucky?
Leaning forward, Kennedy’s pink tongue slips past her lips as she licks me from root to tip. My hands smooth over her shoulders as shesucks me into her mouth. Groaning, I work the clasp of her cropped top until it falls open. Her perfect tits spill free, and I reach out to cup them in my hands. I play with them while she bobs her head up and down, the feel of her and the way she’s pleasuring me already pushing me to the edge.
Shoving the material of my shorts and boxers down my legs, I move my hips backward as I pop free from her mouth. Her swollen lips glisten from saliva as she looks up at me, then reaches behind her to unbutton her skirt. Moving backward up the bed, she lowers the material, and I remove it the rest of the way. Sprawled out on the bed, the only thing she’s wearing now is a scrap of lace between her thighs that I’m quick to remove.
I pepper kisses up her neck as I lower myself on top of her until I find her waiting lips. My cock brushes her wet center, and we both call out as lust overtakes us.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I hiss.
“Yes, Tristan,” she whimpers as her hips seek me out. “Fuck me, please.”
“Condom,” I say as I start to move away from her.
“Don’t, Trist.”
My eyes snap down to hers, and I see how positive she is.
