Page 147 of Dagger in the Sea

“My indecent gentleman,” she whispered, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I took her mouth, the taste of that sweet tropical juice on her tongue giving me a rush.

“Right. I’ll arrange for our own bungalow.” She put her empty juice glass on the table with a definitiveclack. “My mother’s company developed this property, and I was her intern that summer, and I’ve never spent much time here. They’ll love that I’m actually staying here for once. All you need to do is enjoy. Massages, room service—”

I let out a laugh. “You arranging everything is turning me on like crazy, Lovely. Careful.”

“No, no, no. I don’t want to be careful, Turo. Not with you.”

Absolutely fucking right. I grabbed her arm and her head snapped back at me, lips parted.

I said, “I don’t want to be careful either.”

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Turo

She liked taking control.

And I let her. And for the first time in my life, I got off on a woman making decisions forus. This woman. Mine.

My dick hardened as she chatted up the reception desk agent in the main building. To say the staff “hopped to it” would be a poor description. We were ensconced in our own waterfront bungalow shortly thereafter. She ordered food and made it clear it was to arrive after the hour mark. The bell hop thanked me for the tip and left.

“Why so specific about the time, Lovely?” My hands went to my hips as I took in the heart-stopping blue, blue vista.

She whispered in my ear, “We need to fuck first.”

I didn’t think she used the word “fuck” as a verb very often, and her smirky grin told me so. She was pleased with herself.

“And then we eat and drink,” she said, dipping a foot in the pool. “We’ll be very hungry after.” She brushed a hand down my back and my pulse wound up tight.

“Very hungry,” I replied.

Adri took my hand and led me inside. With the drapes wide open, the azure sea and infinite sky filled the suite. She tugged my zipper slowly and got down on her knees between my legs, taking me in hand, exploring me with her mouth.

Cupping her chin, I raised her head, her eyes finding mine, her tongue still flicking over the head of my cock. “I want you naked for this,” I breathed, my balls tightening. “I want us both naked.”

A swirl of pink rose over her skin as she ripped off her jeans and blouse, got my clothes off me, then got back on her knees and took my cock fully in her mouth in the middle of the living room. I held her hair in my fist as she worked me, her fingers digging into my hips. So diligent. So committed to my pleasure.

To our pleasure.

“Dedicated aren’t you?”

“Hmm.” Her eyes lit up, her mouth moved quicker.

My orgasm built quickly, sharply. Pressing my thumb onto the side of her face, I slid out of her mouth which she held open for my cum.No, baby.I grabbed her up in my arms and with her legs cinched around my waist, I thrust my wet shaft deep inside her. My forehead slid against hers on our deep gasps.

That first moment of entry.

I’d never paid much attention to it before; it had always simply been the pass-through-and-go that signaled the beginning of the best ride. My ride. But with Adri, now, it was sheer ecstasy, pure, real excitement. Her taking me in, her unusual little moans, our flesh pressed together, our bodies seeking from each other’s, all set off a euphoria in my blood that I’d never known before. Giving and receiving.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and I buried my face in her throat. She murmured Greek words I didn’t understand, yet we spoke the same language. We were one creature of need and lust and desire. And trust. So much trust.

I didn’t know what tonight or tomorrow would bring. I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again, if I should. After this daddy fuckup was over, and after I got what I needed, I’d be leaving, and we’d be done.

But now she was mine.

I brought us against the wall and pumped inside her fiercely. Her head arched back and she let out a long, savage cry. I loved her there, completely open to me and choosing to be so, relishing it.

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