Page 84 of Blue in the Deep Blue Sea

“No.” A blush warmed her cheeks as one hand cupped my jaw while the other wandered through my hair.

“No need for that,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “I fucked them to erase all your freckles from my mind. Now that you’re here, I want to remember every single one.”

“How long have you felt this way?” she asked softly.

“Since 2001,” I confessed. “Since I saw you on the beach with glitter melting beneath your eyes.”

She lowered her head and kissed me.

“Stop talking and kiss me,” she murmured between breaths, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

My hand slid to her jaw, drawing her closer as my eyes closed. For a moment, everyone who came before her disappeared.

My cock was already hardening beneath her. She felt it and rolled her hips again, slowly, rubbing herself against me. Her hand drifted down, wrapping around me, stroking me until she guided my cock to her pussy, teasing her entrance between her thighs.

“You want me to fuck you that much, huh?” I murmured against her lips.

She nodded, biting her lip as she pressed the tip of my hard cock against her inner flesh. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, but I thrust up into her instead. She hadn’t expected it. Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her lips. My hands found her hips before sliding to her ass, spreading her cheeks wider and letting my cock slip deeper inside her.

“Show me how I turned you into my little slut,” I whispered against her neck, pulling down her shirt to reveal her breasts. My lips found one nipple, dragging it gently between my teeth before I bit down lightly and tugged as her hips rolled over me.

I spanked her ass, then gripped her hips again, guiding her movements as she rode me while I drove myself deeper insideher. I circled her hips with my hands, lifting them before bringing her back down onto me.

“Faster,” she moaned, her eyes falling shut. “You’re torturing me.”

I swallowed, pressing my lips to her neck again. I bit beside the two red marks I’d left there earlier.

“No,” I whispered against her skin, guiding her hips. “You have to show me what you learned.”

She swallowed and locked her eyes with mine. Lifting her hips, she lowered herself onto me slowly, teasing and exploring until she found a rhythm. Then she moved faster, riding me with growing confidence.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling her closer. My hand settled at the base of her back, encouraging her into a deeper arch. My fingertips traced the line of her spine until they reached the back of her neck. I wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled her gently toward me as she leaned back.

She never broke her rhythm. She kept driving herself onto me, her pussy flushed from the force of each hard slam. I buried my face between her breasts, kissing the soft skin until I found her nipples. I circled one with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth. My free hand squeezed her other breast before gliding from her chest to her stomach, then lower to her throbbing clit. Resting my thumb over it, I began slow circles, pressing firmly before shifting into quicker movements from side to side until another moan spilled from her lips.

“You like that.” I released my grip on her hair, letting her face me as she thrust herself faster onto me.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”

“Then show me,” I said, locking my eyes with hers. I brought my fingers to her mouth, brushing my thumb over her lower lip before slipping it inside. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently while staring into my eyes with her deep blue gaze.

I took her hand and placed it on one of her breasts. “Hold here,” I whispered against her neck before kissing it softly. Then I guided her other hand down to her throbbing heat.

I pressed two of her fingers against her clit, covering them with my own and moving them in slow circles until she found the rhythm she liked.

“Here,” I whispered. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good girl,” I murmured, letting her take over as I leaned back and watched her lose herself in every wave of pleasure while she rode me.

She was breathtaking. Her dark hair spilled freely down her back, while two damp strands clung to her forehead. Her full lips parted with a staccato rhythm of moans I could have listened to forever. Every curve of her body seemed sculpted to perfection. Her breasts were full and round, her dark brown nipples hard beneath my touch. Her waist was impossibly slender, her stomach firm, and her wide hips flowed into a round, juicy ass before giving way to long, slender legs.

I felt her tighten around me, her inner walls drawing me deeper as pleasure rippled through her body. Her movements gradually turned uneven, her muscles twitching around me until one final moan tore from her lips.

“Fuck, Oliver.”

My hands found her hips as I eased myself out of her. She sank to her knees, breathless, while I slowly rose to my feet, my cock still hard.