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Her arms moved to circle my neck. “Okay, then it’s official. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And when vacation comes to an end… the rest of our life begins. Together.”
Nothing sounded better.
Except for one thing.
“Why wait for vacation to end?” I murmured. “It begins now.”
I dove for her mouth, consuming her with a desperation I’d been keeping to myself for too long. I needed her. All of her.
She scraped her nails along my scalp, a moan of satisfaction vibrating her throat.
Yesss.
No.
I pulled back, breathing heavily. “Wait, we can’t do this. I can’t let our first time be in a closet next to the rollercoaster.”
She smiled, finally looking like her sassy self again. “Why not? It’s romantic. The place we met.” She kissed my neck. “I don’t want to wait anymore. First here, and then you can show me your king sized bed.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I twisted the lock on the door and lost my shirt faster than you could say abracadabra. Gia’s hands were all over me as I struggled to pull down the top of her sundress. It was easy access from the bottom, but I definitely didn’t want to miss what was on top.
When her arms were free, I dragged the dress down to her waist. Beneath it, she wore some kind of strapless bra thing that turned her cleavage into a wondrous valley of flesh.
A man—me, to be exact—would happily die feasting on those beauties.
I brushed my lips over the swells for just a taste before I yanked that tube of fabric down to settle where her dress had.
She gasped as her pert nipples were exposed to the cool air. They were perfect. She was perfect. Tight, eager buds, ready for my mouth.
I sucked one between my lips and tongued it until Gia squealed. Outside, I could hear a group of passengers unloading. As long as we kept it quiet, no one would hear us.
Breaking away from her luscious breast, I let my hands roam under her skirt, over her smooth thighs, to the edge of her panties. They were hardly more than a scrap of material covering her pussy, but the waist was high, exposing that crease at her hip.
The one she told me about the night of our naughty messages. The one that leads to my center, she’d said. A roadmap to Pleasureville.
Her hands fumbled with my belt and then my zipper as we kissed, furiously blotting out the unpleasant things that had happened.
When she pulled out my cock, I hissed at the touch. Her hand was soft, but urgent as she stroked my length. She was fucking magic. My girl touched me perfectly.
Except I wasn’t going to last if I didn’t get inside her. And fast.
My control snapped and with it, went the waistband of her panties. I’d buy her new ones later.
With those out of the way, I found her entrance, teasing it with my fingers to make sure she was ready for me. She was soaked. All that wetness drew a groan from my chest.
“I need you, Sloane,” she whimpered before raking her teeth over the shell of my ear.
Good goddamn.
“Yes, you do, baby.”
I eased her onto the control desk, leaving her ass on the edge. I was careful to make sure we were clear of any of the switches before I guided my aching cock to her slick entrance, taking the time to tease her clit with my tip. Once I was inside her, I wouldn’t last long. Not with how soft she was. How sweet she was. And I wanted this to be good for her.
“So big,” she whispered. “I guess it’s true what they say about Peen Isle. You’re going to stretch me.”
“You can take it.”
