“Thank God,” he repeats.
He claims my mouth again in a searing kiss, and I whimper into it, sliding my hand down to his swimming trunks, the sudden need for him overshadowing everything else.
His rapidly hardening dick is waiting for me.
He hisses as I ease past the waistband and curl my hand around it.
“I need…” I can’t get my words out as new tears spring into my eyes. I don’t know what I’m asking of him. Just that I need him and only him.
“You need help coming down from the shock. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he soothes, his voice morphing into the exact amount of gentle mixed with total confidence and control that I need.
“Y-yeah.” My voice shakes before he soothes me with another kiss.
He tugs the ties of my bikini, making it fall to the sand, then presses his groin against me.
I gasp as his dick presses into my stomach. He kisses it away with a commanding hand slipping to cradle my neck.
“Turn around, baby,” he rasps against my lips.
I blink at him. At the soft instruction that’s filled his tone.
He helps me turn so that the smooth warm rock is against my front. The angle of it allows me to stand, supported, while leaning over far enough that all the weight and strain is taken from my aching muscles.
“Good girl.”
He covers my body with his, pinning me between hot skin and warm stone. His kisses start on the back of my neck, trailing beneath my ear, and making me shiver as he tells me how beautiful I am with deep, throaty groans.
My tears dry with the warm sun dancing against my skin as he kneels in the sand at my feet and holds my ass cheeks apart with deft fingers.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he coos. “You can relax.”
The first swipe of his tongue passing over my pussy has my knees almost buckling from the relief of giving up all of my worry and control to him.
He’s never called me baby before, and something about the soft way he says it has me pushing back against his mouth and chasing more of the blissful high his touch is bringing me.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, dipping his tongue inside me and making me whimper with pleasure.
I lie, spread across the rock, as he takes his time eating me out under the haze of the golden sun until I come with a cry against his tongue.
“Good girl.” He massages my ass cheek with one hand, the other rubbing my pussy, spreading my wetness all over it. “Such a good girl,” he rasps, standing and bringing his mouth to my ear, one forearm bracing against the rock beside my head.
I lean into his touch with a needy whimper as he holds the base of his cock and nudges the head at my entrance. “Let me in, baby,” he breathes.
I moan, wiggling my ass so he can push closer.
He slides deep inside me with a slow thrust.
A groan vibrates against my ear and makes my body hum with arousal.
“There. That what you needed, baby? You needed to come on my face, then take my cock? Have it fill you up and make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I moan, closing my eyes and resting my cheek against the smooth stone as he pulls out then slides back inside me.
“Feel better now?” He kisses my neck with a multitude of open-mouthed kisses, each one feeling better than the last.
“Yes,” I moan again.
“Good girl,” he croons. “You needed to be held, didn’t you? You needed to know that I would never let anything bad happen to you. That I’d fucking die before I let you get hurt.”
