Her body reacts on instinct, wiggling against mine as my lips find the delicate skin of her neck. I suck and nibble on her soft flesh, not caring if I give her a hickey as I taste every inch of her neck.
I want proof of this moment on her skin. I want every man at this resort to know that she ismine.
She sighs deeply, her eyes rolling shut as her head falls back against my shoulder, exposing more of her skin to me. I kiss up and down the column of her throat, wet and messy as her moans vibrate against my tongue.
“Owen,” she groans when I slip my hand beneath her shirt and roam my fingers up to her ribs.
“Tell me to stop,” I breathe heavily. “Because if you want me to stop, you have to tell me now. If we go any further, I won't be able to. I’m fucking desperate for you, Meadow.”
Desperate.
I don’t care how pathetic that word makes me sound. It’s the damn truth. I’ll beg at her feet if she wants me to. It’s unhealthy how fucking desperate I am for Meadow.
“No,” she rushes out. “I don’t want you to. Don’t stop.”
Fuck. Me.
That’s all it takes for the rest of my restraint to snap.
I return my lips to her neck and glide my hand higher beneath her shirt until I reach the bottom of her bra. I run my fingertips back and forth against the fabric, giving Meadow more time to reject me before I touch her there.
After what feels like an eternity, I ease my fingers beneath her bra until I’m cupping her naked breast in my hand.
My cock leaks behind my sweatpants as I feel the weight of her soft, pillowy breast for the first time.
It fits perfectly in my hand, my breath catching as I feel the heat of her beneath my fingers. I groan against her neck and flick my thumb against her nipple, finding the tight bud hard as stone beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Meadow,” I growl, kissing the dip between her neck and shoulders.
She gasps as I grab the middle of her bra and lift, freeing both of her breasts at the same time.
Cupping her with both my hands now, I take my time switching between massaging her creamy flesh and pinching her swollen nipples between my fingers.
She writhes against me, her hips rolling against my cock as she whimpers and moans.
“These tits were made for me, weren't they?” I ask, pushing them together. “Has any other man played with your tits like this?”
“Oh God,” she gasps, arching her neck.
“Answer me,” I demand, pinching her nipples harder.
“No,” she whimpers. “Just you. Only you.”
Only you.
Those two words only further ignite my possessiveness.
“Good,” I rumble, still massaging her boobs with one hand while slowly lowering my free hand down her torso.
When I reach her belly button ring, I take it between my fingertips and give it a gentle tug.
Her hips buck against me, as if my teasing sent a shock of pleasure straight to her cunt.
“This,” I mutter, giving the silver ring another light pull, “drives me fucking crazy. It’s so damn sexy.”
“Ahhh,” she moans as I lick a line up her neck before sucking her earlobe into my mouth, still playing with her belly ring.
“One of these days,” I start, my hand descending until my fingers slip beneath the waistband of her shorts. “I’m going to be pulling on that ring with my teeth instead of my fingers. And you’re going to love every second of it.”
