Page 14 of Shipwrecked Curves


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When I’m fully seated inside of her, her walls are like velvet around my cock, I take a deep breath and let both of us bask in the feeling of completeness. I don’t need her to say it—it’s written all over her face. She’s right here with me, even though she’s scared, even though she doesn’t know what comes next.

She’s right here with me.

I press my forehead against hers and start to roll my hips, moving in and out of her wet pussy slowly and methodically. When I swivel my hips as I’m filling her, her clit rubbing against my pelvis, her perfect lips round into an ‘o’ and she shudders beneath me.

Bristol’s hands glide over my chest and around my back as if she’s mapping out my body. She can touch me anytime.

“You feel so good,” she gasps when I start to move a little faster, the grip on my control crumbling.

“Fuck, Trouble,” I growl.

She squeezes around my length, and I lose it completely. All my thoughts of going slow and savoring her fly out of the portal window and I begin to fuck her hard and fast knowing we both need it. We chase our release, our bodies moving together right along with the rocking of the boat.

It feels as if the world is moving with us, even though I know it can’t be true. Everything else falls away as I stare into her hazel eyes, getting lost in them, getting lost in the possibility held right there.

When her walls start to squeeze around me and her nails dig into my shoulders, I know she’s close and I want nothing more than for her to fly apart. For me. With me.

“That’s right. Milk my cum from my balls,” I grunt.

Her head tips back and she moans, “Fuck, yes, Hayden.”

Her entire body trembles as she comes, and it makes me feel like Poseidon. I rule the seas and my woman. The way she’s squeezing me is too much for me to take and my rhythm stutters before I plant myself deep inside my woman.

With a roar, my balls draw up tight and I fill my woman with hot sticky ropes of cum. It’s fucking satisfying as hell to feel the way her body tries to suck every last drop from me. I wish it would take root, but it won’t. Not yet.

As I held my woman in my arms last night after taking her the first time, we talked about birth control. I didn’t miss the slight disappointment on my woman’s face when she told me that she’s covered with an IUD.

When she’s ready, when she’s here and mine completely, we’ll fix that problem.

One step at a time.

As we pant, our hearts pounding together, I plant sweet kisses all over my woman’s skin. I need her to feel how much she means to me, even though it’s not time to put any of it into words. It’s too soon. It’s too much.

I know it, but that doesn’t change the way I feel.

When I roll off her, I take her with me, needing her close and to feel her right there with me. I’m not ready for this connection to be lost. Not yet.

I don’t even care how much that makes me sound like a pussy.

Bristol’s fingers glide back and forth across my pecs, and she bites her lip as she looks up at me. I kiss her forehead and gently prod, “Just say it, Trouble.”

She scrunches her nose up, her voice soft and docile, “I would really like to see the beach in front of the sand bar I was stuck on.” She snorts out a small laugh, “Sand bar, I should have known that’s what it was called.”

“What did you call it?”

She shrugs one shoulder as well as she can tucked into my side, “An underwater sand dune.”

I bark out a laugh as her cheeks turn red with embarrassment and she slaps my chest. “Hey,” I chastise her, and she kisses my chest. “You’re not far off though.”

“You island people just have your own vocabulary,” she defends herself. “How would I know?”

I make a humming sound before I untangle us and get out of bed, offering her my hand as I stand in front of her naked as the day I was born. Her eyes are hungry as she takes me in, and my cock starts to twitch back to life.

I groan, “I promise to have you writhing underneath me again, Trouble, but first I should show you the beach.”

The lust in her eyes clears and she jumps out of bed. “Oh shit,” she exclaims. “I need to see it and then I need to get back to the resort. My boss is coming in today and I have work to get done before then.” She runs her fingers through her hair, but it does very little to tame the wildness of her just fucked hair. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath as she snatches the towel that she wrapped around her body last night off the floor.

I grab her hands and pull her against my chest, loving the way she settles as soon as she touches me, even though I can see the wheels of her mind turning a million miles an hour. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you do whatever you need to get done.”

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