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I’m crawling up the bed away from him when he grabs my hips and drags me back to him again.
“Lift up,” he orders, pushing my hips into the air.
I do as he orders and look underneath me to see him not only scooting under me on his back. His hands grab my hips, pulling my snatch down to his face.
“Let me taste you,” he whispers before his tongue swipes my slit.
And just like that, every pinch, slap, and tug he’s done is well worth it.
With every lick and kiss from his tongue on my slit, I lose my mind a little more until I’m twerking and gyrating on his face like he’s a pole and I’m a stripper. I work him over and make it rain all over his face until I hear strange sounds I recognize coming from me.
Kincaid flips me onto my back as I’m still coming down from that erotic high.
“Are you ready for us?” he asks.
“Us?” I mutter.
He smirks, and I look down at where he’s holding his rather large and aggressive-looking dick in his hands.
“Us,” he says, bouncing his shaft up and down.
“Always,” I whisper, not thinking about what I’ve said until he’s buried deep inside me, and his face is buried in my neck.
I try not to overthink the word “always” as if there’ll be more than this vacation and focus instead on the rise and fall of my hips as they meet his sweet plunges and controlled strokes.
For the first time, we’re taking our time and not rushing through what we’re doing. We’re lost in pleasure, drinking in each other’s bodies, and luxuriating in the sensuous nature of unrushed, untimed sex.
“Nia,” he breathes.
“Mmm.”
“I underestimated you, my love. You’re fucking perfect,” he says, sliding deeper into me.
“Ahh,” I moan as he nips at my throat and slowly circles inside me, the swiveling of his hips locking us together.
My legs are wrapped tightly around his body like his arms are wrapped tightly around mine. Our lips mesh as one, and how my breasts are flattened against his hardened chest makes it almost impossible to determine where one of us begins and the other ends.
It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself this type of pleasure, and I’m mad that I’ve held out for so long. I deserve this. I haven’t done anything that made me unworthy of basking in unbridled passion. Only the chains and restraints I’ve placed upon myself have kept me from engaging in an enjoyable afternoon of pleasure with a man.
I lock my hands around the back of Kincaid’s head, not wanting him to divert his kisses elsewhere. I’d stay like this for the rest of my vacation if I could.
And as if time and greater powers determined this happiness wasn’t deserved, my passion is short-lived as there’s a knock at my door.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at Kincaid, who’s wearing a wicked grin.
The knock sounds again.
“Want me to answer that?” he asks in a deep, husky voice in my ear.
“No!” I hiss.
The knock comes again.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks.
“Shut up and pretend you’re not in here!”
“And you?”
