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“Georgie?” I yelled as I came down the staircase to the first floor. I knew I wouldn’t find her in the ocean on her own, but the private pool was completely fair game.
We’d had a morning of nothing but fucking and flirting, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the day the same way. I’d tried to convince her to shower the stickiness of our lovemaking off with me, but she’d conned me out of it with a flutter of her eyes and a pout of her lips.
That woman fucking owned me.
At the bottom of the steps, I looked from one end of the airy space to the other and then stepped out onto the back deck to look over the pool.
Nothing.
When I turned to head back into the overwater monstrosity, there she sat, her lounge chair tucked into the shady corner with her laptop in her sun-kissed lap.
Busy and buried in a menial task she shouldn’t have been doing on our honeymoon, she hadn’t even noticed I was there.
“Baby,” I greeted softly, stepping under the shade of the porch and directly into her line of sight. Her eyes moved slowly, practically crawling their way off the page, but when they finally landed on me, they nearly bugged all the way out of her head.
“Kline!”
“Yeah, baby,” I said with a smile. “That’s me.”
“And that’s your—”
“Big-dicked Brooks. Right again, sweetheart.”
“But we’re outside! What if someone sees you?” she insisted, looking frantically back and forth around our empty patio and then back to me.
“You mean out in the middle of the ocean?” I asked, turning to point to the only aspect of our bungalow that I truly appreciated—privacy. At the end of a long line of over water huts, the back of our getaway faced no one. So few humans, so much creation. It was our own tropical paradise at the end of the world.
“Well, what if someone comes by in a kayak?”
I waggled my eyebrows and sauntered up close, looking her right in the eyes. “If you’re really worried about someone seeing it, I know just the place to hide it.”
“Kline.”
“Yeah. You’ll definitely say my name.”
“I just have to finish answering this email,” she declared, but her eyes strayed to my cock more than one time and lingered on the second. When she rubbed her legs together, I couldn’t resist.
One inch, two, I slid my hand up the silky smooth skin of her shin and her knee, and then turned to torture the meat at the inside of her thigh. It was slick with a mix of apple lotion and sweat, and every glossy knead made me want to eat up another sweet spot.
Her eyes glazed over, lost in me and the moment, and it was all I could do to put my free hand to use anywhere other than inside her tiny bikini. But I did, shutting her laptop with a snap and yanking it away just as she came out of her arousal-induced trance.
“I needed to finish that!”
“You need to come play with me,” I countered, and her eyes narrowed as I did. I leaned in slowly and licked the line of her jaw before nibbling at the lobe of her ear with my teeth.
She smiled, looking out at the ocean and realizing where we were and exactly what I meant. “Okay. Let’s play,” she agreed seductively.
I bit my lip just as she reached out and took hold of my hard and waiting dick, and the flimsy string at her hips gave way easily, untying with one simple yank. Flipping her around and letting the scrap of white fabric drop to the deck, I settled my back into the chair and brought her down on me in one full stroke.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Her head dropped back, and she shoved her tits closer to my mouth.
God, I loved when she did that. It was one of my favorite things, one of many in a collection of tiny, involuntary indications that she loved me, wanted me—needed me—as much as I did her.
“Do they ache, baby?” I whispered, reaching around behind her to untie the strings of her triangle top.
“Mmhmm, God, yes,” she managed, nodding her head and pulling her hair up off her shoulders and into a messy pile on her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and a few flecks of salty moisture from the air dotted the tips of her long eyelashes.
I grabbed her other cheeks and spread them as I lifted. She gasped, and before she could finish, I slammed her back down until I was seated fully inside. Her pussy spasmed around me. “Yeah, Benny. Just like that. Milk my cock until I come, okay?”
“Kline. Please.”
She never took long like this, when I caught her by surprise and demanded agreement from her body. My Georgie loved the way I took control—gently teasing her with flattering demands and arousing compliments. But it had been a while since she’d ignited this quickly.
“Are you already close, baby?”
