Page 46 of The Girlfriend Game
Twenty-Two
Kendall
My body swims weightlessly, as if floating on top of the water, Zeke’s touches and kisses delivering a sense of euphoric sensation to every part of me.
Once I moved past my reservations and the fear of any professional repercussions from being with him, I let myself go, knowing my desire for Zeke isn’t impulsive nor reckless. It’s borne out of weeks and months of the intimacy we’ve established. And it doesn’t hurt that his body is a work of art. Chiseled and defined, hard and yet soft to the touch. I nearly lost myself when I ran my hand over his abdominals and noticed the quiver and ripple of his muscles.
The solid mass of Zeke pressed up behind me as I open the small hatch door of the cabin makes me quiver in other places below. I’ve seen the evidence of that bulge in his swim trunks and when I turn around to climb down the ladder, my eyes fall onto his fully engorged erection. I lick my lips and tip my head up to smirk.
“Can that thing be used as a floatation device?” I tease coyly, my feet hitting the bottom as I move out the way for him to follow.
He snickers. “Hopefully the only sinking I’ll be doing is right into you, sweetheart.”
Zeke swivels and takes a giant step down. He folds himself over and spins quickly, wrapping his arms around me to press his hot chest against mine. My knees brush the back of the small foldout bench.
His body bows forward to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling of the cabin, but he seems unbothered by it as his hands land on my ass, hauling me into his erection.
He lifts me with ease off my feet as I secure my legs around his waist. Gently he lowers me. We moan in unison when our bodies align, and he grinds down into my hot center. My sex clenches against the friction of his cock and I arch my back in search of more.
I drive my fingers into his hair, tugging furiously as our mouths fuse together. The sounds of messy kisses and the little noises escaping our mouths echo in the small chamber of the cabin. Zeke makes an attempt to move to his side and bumps his head.
“Fuck,” he grunts, rubbing the spot with a laugh. “Can they make these spaces any smaller?”
I use the time to my advantage and slip my hand down his chest, wiggling it under his trunks, finding his hard length straining in my touch.
I coo sympathetically. “There, there…poor guy. Let me make it better for you.”
Zeke groans, dipping his face and dropping his forehead to mine. “God, yes. It hurts so bad.”
I stroke his large girth in my palm, flicking the tip with the pad of my thumb, enjoying the way his breath whooshes out of his mouth with every sweep of my hand. Slow and sensuous, my fingers roam and stroke, his breathy intake of air all the encouragement I need to continue my ministrations.
His hand moves between us, fingers traversing up the curve of my leg and between my thighs, dragging over the heat of my center. I jerk uncontrollably under his touch, his fingers deftly edging underneath my bikini bottom and gliding through my wet folds.
My hips tilt upwards, knees falling open, half on and half off the bench, as his finger circles my swollen and sensitive clit. He bends his head and takes my mouth, his tongue swirling as his finger pushes deep inside. I writhe under him as we kiss. With little room to move, we continue stroking one another, the heat and intensity building between us until I feel the first prickle of orgasm simmering low in my belly.
“Don’t stop,” I demand, breathing hard, my hand stroking him in tempo with the rhythm of our heartbeats.
It’s been far too long since a man made me feel good. And Zeke seems to know exactly what I need and how to bring me over the edge.
A rush of desire hits me as his fingers pump inside, his thumb deftly strumming my clit, and my body tightens to the sensations ripping through me. I arch my back and let out a long, agonizing moan as I shatter with my release.
My eyelids lazily flutter open to find him kissing along my collarbone and I relinquish my grip on his cock.
“That was beautiful,” he murmurs on a whisper, extracting his hand from between my legs and bringing a finger to his mouth. “And tastes even better.”
“We’re not done yet.”
I wiggle my bikini bottoms off and work on his trunks. “I’m ready for round two. Need you inside me this time.”
A slow, sexy grin curls over his mouth and, in compliance with my request, he quickly removes his suit. I stare at his engorged cock bobbing between us and my inner walls clench with need.
His arms bracket around me, hovering close as I splay my legs open, his eyes zeroing their focus on my glistening heat as I wait for him to position himself over me.
He takes a steadying breath before sliding his cock through my folds several times, lubing it up with my wetness.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he groans, his biceps tightening, arms straightening as he pulls away from me.
Feeling empty and oh, so ready, I reach between us to offer my hand, helping to guide him inside.
