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EIGHT
AVA
Oakley kissesme back with a gentle roughness.
He’s a master of the art, a puppeteer using our mouths in the exact right way. My eyes drift shut as I hand over control, content with letting him be in charge now. His tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, asking for entrance, and I open without hesitation.
A rough noise escapes him, vibrating against my mouth when I press my fingers deeper into the strong, thick muscles of his shoulders. I lift my legs and drape them over his thighs before pulling my body even closer to his.
Our kiss breaks when he asks, “Do you want me to get us back to the resort?”
My answer is immediate. “No.”
“No?”
A new feeling of bravery takes life inside of me, and I don’t know if it’s from the heat or the intensity sparking like a loose wire in water between us, but I don’t want to lose it. So, I chase it.
Without thinking too much, I rotate my hips and brush my core against the straining bulge in his swim trunks.
“There’s nobody around,” I whisper.
His fingers curl around the back of my neck, and he pulls me close, our foreheads touching. With dark eyes twinkling with sin, he uses his other hand to grip my waist and pull me onto his lap.
“Are you sure? I can have us back in a few minutes.”
“No. I want you now.” I’m practically panting.
“Then I need this off of you.” He pulls at the life jacket zipper and has the whole thing off and hanging from the Jet Ski handlebars before I realize what he’s done.
My eyes roll back in pleasure when I feel him lift his hips and grind against my core. The layers between us are suddenly too much. My movements are frantic as I reach for the band of his shorts and pull at them.
“Ava,” he chokes, placing a hand over mine. “Are you pos—”
I shush him. “Ask me if I’m sure again and I’ll jump off this thing and swim back.” I grab the hard length of him over his shorts and squeeze gently. “I need you right now.”
He groans and releases my neck, reaching between us to glide a finger over my puffed lower lips. His eyes flare when he feels the slick material. “Then you’ll get me.”
In one swift movement, my bikini bottoms are pulled to the side and one long finger enters me. My breath catches on a moan.
“You’re perfect. Everything about you,” he breathes. His eyes hold mine as he slips a second finger inside and curls them with precision, rubbing them against my G-spot with an expertise that has me pulsing around his fingers.
“More,” I gasp.
He nods frantically, and with the same urgency that I feel, removes his fingers and with an arm around my back, stands just enough to pull his shorts down and free his cock.
I swallow thickly and stare at the glistening tip. It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, I’m always shocked that it fits inside of me.
“I’ll never get tired of you staring at me like that.”
I look up and find him smiling. “I could say the same thing.”
He wraps his hand around himself and strokes a few times as I hold his shoulders and use his thighs as leverage and lift myself until I hover over him. His crown brushes my clit, and I whimper.
“Shit,” he grunts, lining himself up with my opening. When he pushes inside and I start to lower myself down the length of him, he curses, “So tight. Like you were made for me.”
I nod frantically through the bite of pain as he stretches me. As soon as I bottom out, my head falls back, the pain now mixing with ecstasy.
His arms wind around me and pull me close before I’m being lifted into the air, spun around, and placed down on my back, the leather seat warm against my back. Oakley releases me and grabs my thighs instead, dragging me toward where he’s now standing on the back of the Jet Ski, his feet planted on the floorboards. My legs fall open when he presses down on my pelvis, pulls my bikini to the side again, and enters me in one thrust.
