Page 39 of One Night in Hawaii

“Damn,” he said, grinning. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Yes, it was.” I reached behind me and unhooked my top, letting the bikini fall to the sand.

He leaned forward and grabbed one breast. He massaged and tweaked my nipples while I reached between us and grabbed the erection straining through his shorts. “My turn,” I said in a throaty voice.

I pushed him, knocking him off his knees and onto his back. He lay in the sand and laughed. I crawled my naked body over him, kissing him deeply and wiping away the grin on his face. Once I had kissed him speechless, I pulled away and quickly undid the button on his shorts. I jerked them down his body before going back for the briefs. His erection sprang forth from the trappings of the briefs. I gnawed my lower lip, very excited to get a taste of him.

“Oh my, you are a big one,” I said in my best sexy voice. I didn’t know where it came from, but I was suddenly very confident. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew what to do and couldn’t wait to give him the same pleasure he had given me.

“Let me see.” I grabbed his cock and held it in my fist, wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft. I looked up at him and smiled. He was staring at me with an intensity I had never seen before.

“Do it.” He sounded like he was in pain.

I smiled and lowered my mouth to his cock.

“Suck me off,” he said again. It wasn’t a plea this time. It was a demand.

I grabbed his cock by the base and started to move my mouth down his shaft. I lapped at him, swirling my tongue around him and savoring every groan I pulled from him. I sucked him deep into my throat. The sounds of his pleasure mingled with the sound of the ocean and the music in the distance. I felt myself getting more turned on by the second. I could feel his pleasure, which heightened my own.

“Yes,” he said. He pulled my hair and thrust his hips forward, his cock went deeper into my mouth. I gagged, but I didn’t let go. I wanted him to feel pleasure. I wanted him to feel it all.

I bobbed my head up and down faster and faster. His hand tightened in my hair. His gasps for air and the tension I felt in his body told me he was close. A long, low groan escaped his throat as he drove his cock into my throat one last time. He exploded down my throat.

“You’re incredible.” He reached for me and kissed me hard.

“I’m thinking we should finish this at the boat,” I said.

“Worried someone is going to come looking for us?” he teased.

“Yes!” I laughed and rolled off him. “We’ll have to swim to the boat. I don’t want anyone to see us. They’ll know and that would be a big can of worms I don’t want to open.”

“You’re serious.”

I pulled on my bikini bottoms. “Very serious.”

“Woman, I don’t know if I can move yet.”

I stood over him and cupped my breasts. “What if I told you I’m tingling and twitching inside? I’m wet and ready to feel you inside me. I want to lay on my bed while you fuck me. I don’t want to worry about sand getting into places sand should not be. I want to ride you and rock the boat.”

He quickly sat up and grabbed my hips. He kissed the outside of my bikini. “Sold!”

We both got dressed. I left my dress off, opting to carry it. We walked along the sandy beach holding hands. My boat was anchored about twenty feet off the shore. We had used the little inflatable boat to get to shore. Twenty feet was nothing.

“Ready?” I whispered.

“I can’t believe we’re sneaking around in the middle of the night like a couple of Navy Seals.”

I giggled quietly. “Shh. No splashing.”

“Lead the way.” He gestured.

We both waded into the water without making a single splash. Archer was a strong swimmer. We made it to the boat in no time. I was breathless when I reached the side, mostly from the anticipation of what was to come. I went up the ladder first. He was right behind me. He grabbed me in his arms and kissed me hard enough to knock me back a few seconds. I wasn’t worried anyone could see us from the shoreline and gave into the passion. His hands roamed my body like he was feeling me for the first time. I slid my hands down to his chest, something I had been dying to do since I first saw him pull off the shirt that time on the yacht.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he whispered.

“My thoughts exactly.”

I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him downstairs. “We have to leave the lights off,” I told him. “If they see them come on, they’ll know.”

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