Page 37 of Wrecked With You

“Well, come have a drink with me and tell me all about it.”

“Why don’t we catch up to you?”

“Sure thing.” She winks at us. “Don’t have too much fun without me. And don’t be offended if I’m having fun with someone else when I see you again. That’s what I love the most about this place. It’s so easy to meet new people.”

“Yeah,” I say. “We love being social.”

Tracy Ann laughs, wiggles her fingers, then heads off down the path.

Tony pulls me closer, then nuzzles my ear as he whispers, “What the hell was that?”

I laugh as I settle on his lap, feeling his cock rise to the occasion. “As far as I’m concerned, it was foreplay. Take me back to the cabana?”

“Not a chance,” he says, shifting so that we both slide off the stone bench and into the water. “I’m going to take you right here.”

Chapter Twelve

“Alone at last,” he says.

I grin and move closer in order to straddle him. “This is what I wanted,” I say. I hook my hands around his neck and pull him close, bending down for a kiss that tastes like salt water. Then I wiggle against him and feel his cock stiffen between my legs, rubbing my pussy in a way that makes me want even more.

“You lied, you know.”

“Did I?”

“You told Tracy and you didn’t have a condom. I’m going to be very sad if that’s true.”

“Just trying to conserve resources for where it matters,” he says.

“Very glad to hear it.” I put my hands on his shoulders, then slowly move them down. I’d been mostly bound last night, and though my hands were free to roam when he’d been gooey with whipped cream, I haven’t yet gotten my fill of his body.

Now, I’m going to take full advantage.

He’s slick from the water and my hands move easily over him. He closes his eyes as I explore, and I wriggle with pleasure, realizing that he is enjoying being touched as much as I had when he’d had me bound.

I slide my hands lower, trailing below the water line as I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, amusing myself by tracing patterns before moving on to tease his nipples at the same time that I bend close for a kiss that I end by tugging on his lower lip with my teeth as my hand moves further down.

I trace the line of hair from his chest to his abdomen and then all the way down to his cock, now as stiff as a rod.

“This is interesting,” I say as I curl my hand around his shaft, then stroke him slowly, keeping up a steady rhythm as he closes his eyes and murmurs, “Oh, sweetheart, yes.”

I smile, pleased by his reaction. The sounds of pleasure. The obvious arousal. And, of course, the increased tempo of the pulse in his throat.

I feel powerful. In control. I like it. Of course, there’s no doubt that I also like submitting to this man. I think we both proved that last night, but there’s something incredibly satisfying about bringing a strong man to his knees.

As if to prove the point, I tighten my fingers around his cock and increase the tempo of my up and down strokes, putting pressure on the vein and teasing the tip with the ball of my thumb with each motion.

“On me, sweetheart,” he demands. “Find the damn condom and ride me.”

Since that’s an invitation I’m not about to ignore, I do what he says. I find the condom that he’s fumbled from the pocket of his discarded pants. I manage to open it with one hand and my teeth, and then I release his cock long enough sheath him.

I straddle him, rubbing tip of his hard cock against my core, teasing myself and him before finally impaling myself on him in one powerful downward thrust so that we both feel the intensity of this connection.

I bite back a cry as he fills me, and he groans with equal intensity, then cries my name so that it echoes around us, making me even more turned on. He cups my ass, then lifts me, maneuvering me up and down as he whispers for me to stroke my clit and his cock at the same time.

I do, and the flurry of sensations is too much, the pressure building too fast, filling me up with so wild intensity that I have to use my free hand to hold onto his shoulder to keep me from flying out into space.

He uses one hand to hold my head steady as he kisses me hard and deep with teeth and tongue, the intensity of the kiss mimicking our fucking, and it’s almost too much. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, and yet I want more. I want it all. All of Tony. Everything he’s willing to give.