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I stroke his face. I love this man so fucking much. My lies are going to ruin our story. I know it was the wrong thing to do. I’m going to break this man’s heart. Break all their hearts.
One day at a time.
The mantra begins in my head and plays on repeat. I love him today, I want him tonight. I want him forever.
The water licks at my chin as I wrap my legs around him. My hands fist in his hair as my lips crash against his. He groans when I slide my tongue in his mouth, forcing him to respond. He breaks away, panting and hungry. Barely bound control punches off him as he reaches for my breast, a rough clench of his fingers, a soft palm to soothe, and my clit throbs a heavy, aching beat. Under the weight of his stare, it becomes more insistent, but it’s not my pleasure I’m seeking—it’s his. I need to possess him, make him mine, so whoever comes after me can’t ever erase the fact that he was once mine. That he’ll always be mine.
I palm his erection between us, rough swipes of my hand up and down. His eyes flare. “Valentina,” he growls, and it inflames me further.
He begins to walk us out of the water. I shiver in his arms when the cooler air hits my skin as inch by inch of me is exposed.
He lays me down where the sand meets the sea. I continue to fist him, and his lips curl as he takes my hair, tugging me up to his mouth for a kiss that I feel all the way to my soul. After a few minutes of feverish kisses, he moves away from me until he’s on his knees, his hard length jutting out from his perfect body.
I take him in hand at the base, and our eyes meet when I look up through my lashes. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper down his shaft. “I want to taste all of you.” Drawing my tongue from base to tip, I flick tiny sweeps of my tongue along his corded length and around the strained crown. I glance up to find storm clouds brewing in his eyes, pulling me into the raging depths of black.
“Put your mouth on me,” he grinds out between his teeth, veins bulging in his neck. I kiss the tip, lapping at it with my tongue. “Now, Valentina,” he commands, fisting both hands in my hair. “In your mouth.”
His command makes me even wetter. If I was wearing underwear, it would be soaked.
I want him with a fierceness that scares me, because it’s raw and real and addictive. Hard, silky, slick, I take him in and suck. He groans. Closing his eyes, he thrusts, and we find a swift pace that has the hair under his navel tickling my nose with each pass. My mouth and fingers act in tandem to prolong his pleasure.
“Fuck, you own me,” he grinds out as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. He throws his head back and groans, loud and long. It’s good, the silky slide of him on my tongue feels good, and I want more—more of him, more of the heady feelings that come along with taking him to a place where he can let go, where freedom and passion combine. The place where fucking is really love, and I can love him with my mouth and my body. A place where nothing and no one will drive us apart. I can tell he’s close by the tug to my hair and his quick thrusts, fast, faster. I’m filled with him, filled with love and fear of how soon it will all be lost, and I’ll have loved for nothing. Nothing more than the memories I take with me to my grave.
“Valentina, I’m going to come,” he growls desperately as he thrusts feverishly into my mouth.
I want him to. I want to taste him. I want him inside me, a permanent reminder of our time together. My teeth graze against his swelling cock. He tries to tug me away, but I clench my fingers into his ass, and then he pumps wildly into my mouth. Lost to the demands of his body, he takes me until he pushes down my throat and comes, one long jetted stream after the other, until he’s empty and panting.
“Baby,” he moans again, shuddering.
Reaching under my arms, he pulls me up. I’m desperate. Climbing his body, I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him, deep, long, hungry lashes. He staggers back, fumbling towards the ground, and once there, he falls on top of me. I won’t let him loosen his hold, there’s a manic level of desperation in my grip. I can feel it, and I know he can too.
Matching my need, Carter pulls my hair, opening my neck to his mouth, teeth and tongue trailing down to my breasts. I arch into his hold, hovering in the place between pleasure and pain as he sucks my nipple so far into his mouth, I feel it in my clitoris. A strong, pulsing ache demands his attention. One and then the other, he tugs and bites the sensitive peaks, and I writhe beneath him, searching for his touch in the place I need him the most. As if reading my mind, he slides his hand, spreading me open to find my clit. Three fingers press flat, rubbing me into a bright burning light. His teeth and tongue tease my breasts as I loosen my legs to let him have me. My head rolls to the side as I grip the sand, searching for something to ground me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, rolling my hips to mimic his movement, and then they move down my slickness and inside.
“So ready,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, I want to feel you.”
In a heartbeat, he pushes my thighs apart, grips the base of his renewed erection, and taps it on my clit, rubbing it through my folds. His earlier release did nothing to tame the turbulence in his eyes.
“Feel me, Valentina,” he commands and watches his cock sink in, slow, stretching, deep, and filling. I whimper at the exquisite pressure. My lids flutter closed. “No,” he growls. “Look at me. Watch me take you.”
I can’t deny him. Not Carter when his demand is clear, with his chest and abs flexing as he moves. Fingers dig into the pad of flesh above my ass to pull me onto his erection, driving in with controlled strokes, over and over, again and again. So slow. So full. So fucking good. “Do you feel how perfect we are, my love? How perfect I fit inside you?”
He glides in until he hits my core and we’re flush, proving his point, pressing against me to swivel his goddamn perfect hips. I whimper. “Please.” Please take me, pound out my fears, make me forget that this may be the last time I experience this.
I want to scream it, but instead, I whimper again. Carter’s eyes never leave mine. “Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say how perfect this is, how perfect we are.”
I moan and let my body speak for me with a rush of pleasure, the slick wetness easing every stroke, each thrust deeper than the last, as if by sheer force, he can make us one. “Carter.” I grab his wrists, using him as leverage to grind my clit, to rub against him when he’s buried so far inside me, I can’t feel the separation of his body and mine. “Oh, fuck,” I cry again as the tension stretches me thin.
“Now, Valentina. Give yourself to me.” Yes, I will and I do. Clenching around his cock, I arch from the sand as the pressure hits a peak, and I snap, bucking against him, coming so hard I use his body to take me past thinking and into blissful darkness. His groan and the pressure of his fingers digging into my flesh wrench me back to awareness.
He falls over me, arms taut, muscles rippling as sweat beads on his brow, and he enters me with long, deep strokes. Eyes caught on mine, he pumps his hips again and again, seeking his own release and tempting me with another.
“Valentina.” He breathes my name and sinks onto my chest, wrapping me in his heat. Cradling me, he presses his lips against my neck as his movements become quick and sharp.
“I’m giving myself to you,” I think he whispers, and I’d like to think it’s true, because his breath is ragged on my skin.
