The Affair

“Read out loud to me?” he asked, handing her back the damp book.

She thought he was kidding, but began to read aloud where she’d left off. He stretched out next to her, and Emma tried to keep her attention on the page instead of on the long, glorious expanse of wet male next to her. Realizing it was a hopeless cause, she carefully set aside the book on the table next to her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching her with a quirked brow as she straddled his midriff and lowered over him.

“I’m having a salt craving,” she told him before she licked a warm, solid pectoral muscle and tasted the sea and Va

“Go on,” he told her, one eyebrow going up in a gentle dare.

She smiled before she scooted back slightly over his damp body, her i

“Emma,” he muttered, and it was both an endearment and a taut warning on his tongue. She looked up and held his gaze while she held the girth of his cock between her bottom and top teeth and slid them back and forth in a gentle sawing motion. His face tightened in a grimace. She reached up and cupped his full, firm testicles, squeezing them gently while she found the succulent cap of his cock beneath the fabric and scraped her teeth across it as well. The feeling of him always aroused her, but he so rarely let her touch and play with him at will. He was like a forbidden treat she relished. By the time he jerked his trunks downward to his thighs, exposing his naked, swollen cock, she was starved for him.

“Slow down,” he murmured as she took him into her mouth and pulsed him just below the head, applying a hard pressure against her rigid tongue and lips and sucking hungrily. She looked up at him lounging there, the image of his bronzed, naked, cut torso and rigid face from this angle decadently beautiful. His fingers tightened in her hair. “We have all day,” he told her softly.

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the fullness of the moment, and tried to push the memory deep into her consciousness: the soft sigh of the waves hitting the beach behind them, the seabirds calling in the distance, Va

It was so easy when she was there with him in that magical little world they’d built together to forget that their time was ru

He’d never experienced something as sweet or so arousing as Emma making love to him with her mouth on that warm summer afternoon. Her unselfishness surprised him, and yet it didn’t. She always gave freely. Completely. He could feel her sexual hunger, a pure, untainted desire to provide him pleasure and joy. But there was something more that he sensed. Her submission to his desire sparked her own arousal. When her heat escalated, his did. Several times, he pulled her back from the brink, urging her to soften, wanting her to be comfortable with this ma

He lay there, swimming in pleasure and sensation, watching her with a rapt focus. Her blond hair was turning lighter under the influence of the Mediterranean sun; it fell in wind-tousled waves around her face and felt so soft in his gripping fingers. The sprinkling of freckles on her nose that he prized so greatly were growing slightly more prominent under the sun, but he’d never tell her that, knowing how much she hated them.

She was a sexy, unmade bed, i

“Suck the balls into your mouth,” he instructed quietly. “Now use your hand on the staff.” He grunted when she did what he asked, proving again she wasn’t only an eager student, but also an apt one. He winced in pleasure, his head falling back against the recliner. Her small hand fisted him tight. She was a little ruthless on the lubricated, blood-engorged flesh, but he liked it.

He loved it.

After a while, he urged with his hand and she rose over him, holding the base of his cock with her fist and inserting the head into her mouth again.

“Use your teeth on the head, but lightly,” he instructed, watching and tensing in pleasure as she followed his direction. He grasped her head with both hands, urging her to take him into her mouth again. When she sucked him so hard that he grimaced in stark pleasure, he warned her yet again.

“What’s your hurry?” he asked, his fingers tightening in her hair. She paused, looking up at him, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked. He snarled at the potent image she made.

“All right,” he conceded. “Have it your way, mon petit ange.”

He groaned as she sucked him deep and he felt her throat tighten around the tip. Agonized pleasure seized him. He didn’t want to hurt her. He did, a little. He never would in any real sense of the word, and those paradoxical desires made his need sharp and cutting. He pulled her back, gasping, a coat of sweat breaking out on his skin. She took him deep almost immediately again, her nostrils flaring for air. He grunted in disbelieving pleasure, his need roaring in his veins. Through the blur of his raging lust, he saw a tear fall down her cheek. He gasped and pulled back on her hair, but she was having none of it, bobbing her hard over his lap, the friction of her taut lips and pumping fist killing him.

He felt that familiar tingling in his balls and urged her to use more force. “You’ve done it now,” he grated out, watching her fixedly as she pumped his cock with mouth and fist. “I’m going to come in your hot little mouth,” he said, the ferocity in him breaking free.