Page 80 of Spring Break Fling

The tension was building again. I could feel it in the way her muscles started to tighten. The way her breathing changed. Short, sharp gasps punctuating each movement.

I lifted my head, wanting to watch her face. Her eyes were closed, bottom lip sucked into her mouth. Liquid heat erupted around my cock. She let out a long moan. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted more.

I pulled out and dropped on my back beside her. “Ride me.”

Without hesitation, she swung her leg over me, positioning herself. She straddled me. Her eyes were fierce and challenging. She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The control was hers now.

Her hands pressed against my chest for balance. I gripped her hips, feeling the soft curve of her waist. She started to move, finding her rhythm. Not rushed. Deliberate. Like she was mapping every sensation.

I watched her. The way her breasts moved with each roll of her hips. The slight sheen of sweat covering her body. The way her hair fell across her face when she tilted her head back.

She was beautiful and exactly what I needed right now. My hands slid up from her hips, tracing her spine. She arched into my touch with her head dropping back and her breasts thrusting up.

Her muscles clenched around me as she moved, each rise and fall more deliberate than the last. I could feel the tension building again, that familiar tightness coiling deep in my core.

“Look at me,” I growled.

Her eyes snapped open. She looked directly into mine and it felt like she was staring directly into my soul. Her pupils were dilated with passion. There was no hesitation. No hiding. Just raw, unfiltered connection.

I thrust upward just as she pushed down, meeting her movement perfectly. She let out a sharp gasp, her rhythm momentarily breaking.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Just like that.”

Her hands pressed harder against my chest. I could feel the trembling in her arms, the way her body was wound tight. She was close. We both were.

One of my hands slid between us, finding her clit. She jerked at the contact, a surprised moan escaping her lips.

I kept my touch light at first, just circling her clit with my thumb. Her movements became more erratic, less controlled.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I increased the pressure, matching the rhythm of her hips. Her muscles started to clench around me, that telltale sign she was right on the edge.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave. She threw her head back, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Her body convulsed, muscles squeezing me tightly. The sensation pushed me over the edge.

I gripped her hips, thrusting up hard twice more before I came, groaning her name. Heat exploded through my body, every muscle tensing.

After, she collapsed onto my chest, her breathing still ragged. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. I knew she was leaving in three days. This was temporary. But right now, I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to feel her weight against me, her skin warm and soft.

She stirred, lifting her head to look at me. “You okay?”

I managed a half-smile. “Better now.”

Her fingers traced an old scar on my shoulder. “This looks like it has a story.” She seemed to sense my hesitation and dropped her hand. “Want some water?”

“Actually, I want to take care of your tattoo.”

“Uh, getting a tattoo was a really big deal. Me getting a tattoo in your kitchen or living room or wherever is just never going to happen. I’m a bit of a germaphobe.”

“I have zero intention of tattooing you in my kitchen,” I said with a laugh. “Marcus told me I could use the shop tonight to fix your tattoo.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. I’ve accepted it.”

“No, it’s not fine. You didn’t ask for that. It was silly and selfish. I can’t have you unhappy with your ink.”

“Nikko, I’m not unhappy with it. It’s fine.”

I chuckled. “Fine is not how I like people to describe a piece I’ve put on their body for the rest of their lives. I want to give you something you can be proud of. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide it.”