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She nods, curling her fingers over her knees, the digging of her nails and rapid contractions of her chest telling me she’s nervous.
Dragging my gaze from hers, I stare down her thighs to where the pink shell of her pussy begs to be eaten.
The first, heavy wave rolls in, splashing up over her shoulders to wet the thin T-shirt that turns almost translucent over her delectable, braless tits beneath. Round globes peek through the sodden fabric, and I lean forward to suck the salt across her nipple, taking the hardened flesh between my teeth.
She squirms and writhes beneath me, her fingers ru
Breaking the rules.
I nip her flesh, inciting a squeal, and set her hand back atop her knee. “Hands where I placed them.”
Taking the fabric of her shirt in a tight grip, I tear it down the center, jostling her pretty tits, before I let each half fall against her chest. Eyes wide, she lifts her head, staring down at her tattered shirt.
She looks like a mess I want to lick clean.
The sight of her exposed skin tempts my fingers, and I run them over her breasts, giving one a light slap before I take her now fully exposed nipple into my mouth again.
Another wave splashes over top of her, and her muscles jerk against my lips, while I work my way down her body, trailing kisses across her wet stomach, until I reach the apex of her thighs. Once my tongue reaches her sensitive skin, the sweet flavor hits the back of my throat, and my eyeballs damn near roll back in my head.
Like sucking the juices from an overripe peach.
Arms wrapped around her thighs, I draw her closer and lower to my stomach, while the sound of her soft moans echo in the cave.
Another wave, and she jerks in my grasp.
“Lucian.” The breathless tone of her voice, laced with a small bit of panic, spirals down my spine. “The waves …” A push to the top of my head fails to break my tonguing of her pussy, and I reach up to place her hand back on her knee. Again. “The water … it’s rising.” Another moan bounces off the cave walls, as she seems to fight to stay focused.
“I’ll stop when you come.”
Panting, she squirms on the sand, thighs trembling in my palms. “I can’t … I’ll drown before then.”
“Then, I suggest you quit talking and relax.”
One long suck of her clit, and her whimper dissolves into a moan, her back arching up off the sand. Another wave crashes around us, and her thighs flex, but I hold her down and flick my tongue along the silky walls of her narrow seam. Her fingers curl over a handful of my hair, only this time I don’t bother to place her hand back on her knees, because she opens herself wider to me. “Good girl.”
Another wave follows the first, this one splashing against my face, and when I lift my head from her slippery flesh, I notice the water level is at her ears. I dive in again, and she cries out, nails digging into my scalp.
More licking.
More sucking.
The waves come faster than before, the tide rising with every ticking second.
Her moans begin to heighten, and another wave crashes over top of us, the salt in my mouth while I eat her underwater. A cough sputters from her throat, and she sucks in a gasp, before another wave rolls over top of her.
I slide two fingers up into her velvety depths, while the wave retreats, and she arches again, her outcry cut short by yet another wave.
The water begins to linger, the tide rising higher and higher with each passing second. Pushing to my knees, I pump my finger in and out of her, watching as another wave comes over top of her.
She tries to sit up, but I slam my mouth against hers, kissing her as I ease her back into the sand.
“Come for me, Isa,” I say against her lips, before another wave mutes out the world. This one doesn’t retreat, and the burn of her nails digging into my skin, muscles stiff and trembling, is her body finally edging toward climax.
I can feel it culminating inside of her, as she squirms less and trembles more, as if saving her oxygen for the big finale.
She jolts up on a gasp and tips her head back, exhaling the most tortured moan I’ve ever heard. A cross between pleasure and agony while she seizes and twitches. Tiny contractions pulse around my fingers still lodged inside of her. Deep heaving breaths saw in and out of her, while the waves knock her body around. When her eyes find mine, there’s something new swirling in their depths.
Something darker.
Sexier.
I want to taste it on her lips like an addict watching someone get high for the first time.
With a handful of her hair in my fist, I yank her head back and seize her mouth, eating the drunken euphoria of her climax.
She climbs onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, as she kisses me with the ferocity of a wild animal. “What happened to me?”
“La petite mort.”
“What does that mean?” The satisfied purr of her voice only stokes my need for release, like hot coals on the verge of igniting.
“Death,” I say, shoving a hand down into the pocket of my pants, from where I fish out a condom. I nudge her up off my lap just enough to undo my pants and spring my cock free. Tearing the condom from its packet, I slide it down my shaft and line my tip to her entrance. Back against the wet sand, I scoot the two of us away from the rising tide, closer to the warmth of the crackling fire, and she impales herself down my length. Palms to her hips, I lower her onto my eager dick, and the sound of her moan coils around my senses like a poisonous vapor. Won’t take much after watching her climax, and holding her steady, I stare up at her flawless face, while hammering my hips into her tight little body.
This girl has corrupted every fiber of my being, and no one will ever be good enough after her. No one will ever compare to the flesh and blood fantasy before me. She’s mine.
The breath of new life. The steady pulse in my veins. The long-awaited beat of a heart that’s been dead too long.
My kindred flame.
Every muscle in my body is a wire ready to snap, as this girl works me to climax. I want to come so fucking bad, but I wait. I wait for her, because in the last two days, I’ve learned one thing about Isa Qui
The waves climb higher, splashing around us in white, salty spray.
Her moans escalate, penetrating down to my bones, and I let out a groan, my stomach tight with excitement, as her juices wet my cock on every withdrawal. She pants through her nose, the first flicker of climax breaking across her face.
Brows winged up, she digs her nails into my chest, clenching her jaw.
“Come on, baby.” I guide her hips along the length of my cock, driving deep each time she comes down on me.
She cries out, back stiff, muscles trembling, and the sound of her long, tortured moan is music to my ears.
I draw my dick out of her, and she scrambles off of me, as I tear away the condom and stroke myself to finish. White ribbons of cum spring from my tip, captured by her mouth.
“Ah, fuck.” I stare down my body, watching her lap every drop, as bullets of pleasure shoot through my muscles, bathing them in a warm, tingly aftermath. Panting hard to catch my breath, I feel her tongue dance over my stomach, lapping up the fallen drops of my release.
When she lifts her head, I want to frame her face that wears the shine of my cum glistening across her mouth.