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“I want you to lick.” I groaned when his hot tongue did just that.
He twisted his tongue around my nipple in circles, flicked the tip of his tongue over just the peak of the bud, laid his tongue flat and pressed till my thighs were shaking.
“I want you to suck,” I said next, my voice shaking as much as my knees.
The toned muscles all along Cade’s arms quivered at my words, and I grew wetter as I wondered how hard it was for him to keep still, how hard it was not to grab my waist, flip me around, and rip the rest of my clothes off, how hard it was to not rut his dick against my hot pussy.
When Cade sucked my nipple into his mouth, it felt so good my eyes fell closed and my finger nails dug into the sensitive skin around his wrists. He moaned, my nipple in his mouth.
“I want you to bite,” I gasped. “I want you to bite me.”
My hips bucked involuntarily when his teeth scraped across the sensitive bud before squeezing it between his teeth. My thighs tightened around his hips and I couldn’t resist the need for more, more, more.
I wanted all of him.
I released his hands and with a guttural sound, managed to say, “Take your pants off.” I crawled off of him just long enough to push down my shorts and panties. I was about to straddle Cade again when I caught sight of his cock, hard and already leaking precum. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen. Bigger than Jamie’s, and that said a lot. I made a mental note to add that to the list of surprises Cade had for me that day.
“Well, hello, Mr. Tolstoy,” I said, eagerly stretching my knee to the other side of his thighs.
Cade laughed and moved to pull me onto him.
But I again stopped him.
My voice surprised even me the way it dripped with lust when I said, “I want to see you stroke it.”
Cade bit his lip and stared at me with eyes nearly black at this point. He moved his hand to his cock, but he kept his eyes fixed on me.
My own hand slid down my breasts, eliciting my own groan as I moved over my sensitive nipples before going down my stomach. I circled my fingers over my clit as I watched Cade’s hand move up and down his cock. He moaned and I moaned, too.
“I’m not going to last long,” he gasped, his voice tense, tight.
I glanced up at him. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, trying to control the shake of my own voice.
“Yes,” he exhaled.
My thighs squeezed tight. I wasn’t going to last, either. “Then I want you to take me,” I whispered.
Cade rustled in the string bag and pulled out a condom, handing it to me. I had that thing unwrapped and sheathed over his cock in an instant.
And then fast, like a viper’s strike, Cade lifted me. I clung to his chest as he eased me down onto his full length. I could already feel myself quivering around him as increment by increment, I took him. He was giving me time to adjust to his incredible size, and as I got fuller and fuller with him, I whimpered and bit my lip. Finally, I’d taken all of him.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know if it was Cade or I who said it. Maybe it was both of us. All I know was that I was drowning in pleasure and it was the only death I ever wanted to die.
I threw back my head as he bounced me up and down on his throbbing cock, faster and harder and more and more desperately.
But it wasn’t till I heard my name on his lips that I came, gasping and collapsing against his chest as waves of heat rolled across my body.
“Cade,” I breathed dreamily against his neck as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, my breasts slick with sweat pressed against his chest. “Cade.”
With a harsh groan he came, tightening his arms around me deliciously. Then all was still and my world was reduced to my heartbeat against his, his against mine. Hot skin against slick hot skin. Body against body, soul against soul.
I was naked with Cade in that moment. But by that I mean that it was more than just my clothes tossed hastily to the sand catching the first soft hints of twilight. It was my fear, my apprehension, my excuses—I’d been stripped clean.
I knew Cade could see me, every part of me, as he held me in his arms there along the shore in the cove. He whispered my name, his lips buried in my hair. But I heard him. I heard him.
“Tessa.”
