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When he turned around holding his bunched-up jeans in front of his crown jewels, she burst out laughing.
“What if someone sees me like this?”
She swept an arm out towards the empty beach. “Take a look, Dr J. The crowds are overwhelming.”
Solo’s gaze skittered up and down the beach, followed by a relieved smirk. “Okay, guess I’ll take your word for it.”
With a giggle, she yanked at the hand holding his jeans. Obligingly he dropped them. Polly’s eyes skimmed over his assets. God, no wonder he’d felt so magical inside her, in broad daylight it was obvious how seriously builtdown therehe was.
Their eyes met, his molten with something that made her breath hitch and her inner muscles clench hard. But no, she’d dared him to a swim, so swim they would. She wasn’t going to behave like she was desperate for a shag or anything.
His fingers were warm in hers as she grabbed his hand and pulled him across the soft sand, her toes squeaking in the fine icing sugar powderiness of it. And then they were tumbling into the waves, laughing, splashing one another, fooling around like two kids.
Solo dived with the ease and grace of a dolphin; she caught the flash of his buttocks, then he was up, several feet away, throwing back his head so droplets glistened in the sunlight, and calling, “Ha, ha, can’t catch me.” And she was diving after him, giggling, spotting him under the water and grabbing his ankle. A wave tumbled them, and they landed in the white water, a heap of arms and legs and laughter.
And then Solo took her in his arms and kissed her.
Salt and water and strong biceps bound her to him, the salty taste of his mouth, the coolness of his lips a mind-blowing contrast to the heat of his tongue as it explored hers. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock butted hard against her skin and, as another wave hit, somehow they kept kissing, deep, hungry kisses that made her body thrum with want.
Another wave, bigger this time and Solo pulled back, then smoothed the wet hair out of her eyes.
“You look like a drowned puppy.” He grinned.
“At least you didn’t say seal.”
“Why a seal?’
“All my blubber.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, woman!” She felt his hand smoothing around her buttocks. “This is the most beautiful butt in the world, you know that?” The eyes in his wet face were bright silver with lust, his black lashes clogged with water. His hand cupped the gusset of her bathers, and her clit obligingly throbbed out a response.
She gasped as he palmed her, soft yet firm, right here in the shallows, until she was desperate and pushing against the heel of his palm for release.
“I brought a condom,” he muttered thickly in her ear. “In my jeans pocket.”
“Oh, you did?” she managed against the wet skin of his neck, and loved how rich and ripe the sound of her own laugh was. “You wicked, wicked man.”
“Should we find some little secluded nook over in the sand dunes?” he said.
Couldn’t he tell she was going to explode if they didn’t? “Uh-huh.”
He removed his hand, and if she hadn’t known more treats were in store, Polly thought she’d probably cry from teetering so close to the edge. Anticipation pulsed inside her as they ran up the beach. Solo grabbed their shared towel and dried her, paying particular attention to her breasts and thighs, and she replied with little mewls of frustration and need.
But despite that, she returned the favour, taking the towel from him, biting at her lower lip as her ministrations caught on the very jutting evidence of his desire for her. She let her hand play up and down him under the towel; Solo let out a groan and his head kicked back.
He gritted out finally, “Lay the towel down.”
For once she was overjoyed to do as she was told, and soon they were tumbling around on the ground, kissing.
And, oh, God, how the guy could kiss. These were A-grade kisses, the kind that would make a woman come if they kept going long enough. And when his hand joined the party, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples into tight peaks, trailing across her still-damp belly and finding the sweet spot between her thighs, all she could do was arch her back and open her legs wider and let him stroke her towards heaven. Effortlessly, his touch pushed her higher, pulled her tighter, spun her around and around, until finally she came so hard all she could do was scream as her thighs scissored around his hand.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she whimpered as she floated slowly back to earth. She could feel sand in her hair from where her head had thrashed off the towel. She’d have to spend hours washing it out and she didn’t give a flying fuck-a-doodle; she just wanted—needed—him to fill her right up with his glorious cock.
“Condom now,” she gasped out.
Solo reached for his jeans and in moments was prepared. He tore the foil pack between his teeth, eyes shining as he muttered, “God, you drive me wild when you come.” Then he shifted his weight over her and Polly opened to him, the last waves of her orgasm pulling him towards his own peak so fast that it was barely any time before Solo was shouting his release.
“You’re going to give me premature ejaculation problems,” he gasped on a laugh. “Being inside you feels so damned good.”
