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Abi takes a deep breath, biting her lip as she reveals her inner truth. “Hard . . . dirty.” She gulps, grabbing my arms. “Take me.”
I kiss her once as I withdraw, pausing with just the tip of my cock poised at her entrance before slamming hard and deep into her body. The sand under the blanket cushions the blow just enough to transform the pain into pleasure, and she cries out, her voice swallowed by my lips.
I pound her, long, deep strokes that stretch and fill her, her body clenching around me with each withdrawal. It’s not the wild positioning of our yoga class. Rather, it is simply us, face to face as we feel every inch of our joining.
Maybe we can try a wilder position next time?
The errant thought gives me hope for more, even if I know that’s not a certainty. But for now, simply staring into Abigail’s eyes as she takes pleasure from me and feeling her pinned to the sand by my cock are enough. It’s more than enough.
We rise together, my balls tightening as I feel my climax coming. Abigail’s there too, her breasts shaking with each slap of our hips and her chest rising and falling with deep, shaky breaths.
“Come for me. Come all over my cock.” I grunt. Abigail cries out, falling apart underneath me and pushing me over the edge. I come hard, my cock pulsing as I growl through the spasms of my release before leaning down to kiss her again.
I stay inside her, our bodies entwined as I roll to pull Abi on top of me. Stroking her back, I feel her body relax against me.
“Mia rosa,” I whisper. I said it before just as an off the top of my head phrase, something to use as a way to give her a ‘pet name’ in our deception.
Now it’s real. She is my rose, tender and perfect in her small imperfections, a woman to be treasured and kept safe and protected. But I’d be a fool to think she’s helpless. Like every rose, mia rosa has her strength and her thorns.
But right now, there are no thorns, just petals. The petals of her lips teasing mine, the petals of her pussy wrapped around my cock, the petals of her heart opening to me. Maybe not all the way, but I can feel myself being allowed in the slightest bit.
It’s not something she does easily or without consideration, and I feel like a god at being granted this special access to her soul.
“You okay?” I ask quietly, just audible over the lapping water.
“I am,” she says, stroking the hair at my nape. “Just . . . wow.”
“Wow?” I ask with a chuckle that makes my softening cock jump inside her. “You were wow.”
Abigail sighs happily. “Maybe we’ll have to agree that we’re both wow? This feels so good.”
I don’t know if she’s only talking of our sex or of us in the entirety. Both are so good.
“It does,” I admit, meaning more than my cock inside her.
She looks down at me, her hands resting on my chest where I know she can feel my heart racing.
And like that, it’s no longer pretend, no longer fake. We might not have answers, plans, or a plotted course, but we have something. Together.
She’s inside me, gaining a place in my heart.
And I’m gaining a place in hers.Chapter 13AbiThe morning sun is unwelcome as my alarm goes off, my head aching even though we barely had any champagne last night. I still feel hungover, and I guess I am.
I’m hungover on sex. The hands-down, legs-up, best sex of my life.
I don’t even remember when we got back to the room last night, but I remember how many times Lorenzo made me come. His mouth, his fingers, his cock . . . and his cock, and his cock. By the end, I was an utter pile of orgasmic pudding on the blanket by the little cove.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he fed me nibbles of fruit and cheese to keep my strength up for the walk back to the resort.
“Holy fuck!” I scream as a scarecrow appears in my doorway.
Sitting up, I’m ready to run when I realize it’s Janey, who lets out her own yelp of surprise and covers her eyes. “Dammit, woman, cover your vagina before it swallows me up too!”
“You scared the shit out of me!” I accuse. But I quickly realize that while she wants me to cover up, Janey didn’t say a word about Lorenzo, who is still passed out next to me, apparently oblivious to our yelling.
Did I mention that he’s naked?
With the perfectly sculpted globes of his ass on full display for Janey’s eyes. I growl jealously and throw the blanket over him to keep that delicious sight to myself.
