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My eyes widen as if I’ve been slapped in the face. “She’s getting married.”
“So? Why would she invite you here if not to keep tabs on you and try and make you jealous? I think she just wanted to get you back under her spell.”
“You know I’vebeenunder her spell. She didn’t need to drag me here to do that.”
Stella looks away from me. “Just saying.”
What I want to tell Stella but can’t is that for the first time in the two years since Adelaide left me, the spell isn’t working. She’s right in front of me and I don’t give a shit about her.
I only have eyes, mind, and body for Stella.
I’ll have to work that out in therapy in a week.
“Hey,” I say softly, tilting her chin up toward mine. “Look at me.”
Hazel against blue. I don’t look away this time.
“I’m not thinking about her right now, Stella.” Feels safe enough because it’s true and doesn’t betray the depth of my growing feelings for her.
She smiles, and this time, she lets me lean down and kiss her. And kiss her, and kiss her…
In the blink of an eye, I have her pressed up against the rocky sea wall. I’m already hard. God, I’ve really got it bad for her. “Turn around,” I murmur between kisses.
Stella doesn’t move fast enough for me, so I spin her around, pressing my cock up against the back of her ass, her hips flush with the rock. She gasps.
“I want you here. Can I have you here?” I ask against her temple, slick curls against my lips.
I feel her nod. “Yes. God, yes.”
I reach under the water and pull the crotch of her bikini aside, then unsheathe myself. The good thing about fucking so much in such a short period of time is we are both eagerly primed for one another over and over. I pop inside her, relish the complicated moan she emits and then let the pleasure of her tight pussy hit me. It’s like standing up when you’ve been drinking, not realizing how drunk you really are. A brilliant, strange high.
I start to bob back and forth inside her, the water creating resistance on my hips. Stella’s head lolls back on my shoulder in pleasure, her breath landing against my wet neck.
“You make it impossible to resist you,” I murmur to her.
“Flynn…” Her hand grips a ridge of rock, and she whimpers. “Baby…”
I can’t resist her when she calls me names. Even when they’re the sweetest things you’ve ever heard. I lay my hand on top of hers, giving me the leverage to pump faster into her. “Look at me.”
She does, but it lasts only a minute before my forehead falls to hers. I grunt, arousal swelling inside me. I forget about our magical surroundings. If anything, it makes this tryst feel even more secret and contained. Like our own mythology. Just for us.
Stella reaches her free hand around my jaw, kissing me softly, then rakes her fingers back through my hair. “Keep going. I got you.”
Am I the only one that seems to be spiraling out of control? We are creating tiny waves with our thrusts. Our moans create echoes off the rocks. It all swirls around us, setting the scene for an absolute explosion between us.
I drop my mouth to her shoulder, tasting seawater and a trace of sunscreen. “Oh god, I have to…”
“You have to, baby, you have to,” she says, almost pleading with me.
That’s when the dynamite lights. One more thrust and then I break, a violent moan against her shoulder, my body shaking as I try to hold her as close to me as possible, and my cock releases everything I had saved since this morning. Shouldn’t be that much, but with Stella… well, she’s milking me dry.
“Give me your hand,” she whispers raggedly to me.
I catch her meaning without asking for clarification. I slide my hand into the crotch of her suit, my fingers skimming her clit. From the groan she emits, I know I’ve struck gold: that perfect blossom of her clitoris.
I jerk my hand back and forth over her clitoris. Perhaps if I wasn’t still clouded from orgasm, I would take a bit more time and be a bit more careful, but I want to give her the pleasure she’s just given me and then some. “I’ll make you come, don’t worry. I’d never walk away before you’ve –“
Lucky for me, Stella was not far from her peak. Barely a minute of me working her and she’s bending her neck over my shoulder; her chest heaves with a moan, perfect breasts arching toward the sky. I remain strong for her. I’ve got her. She won’t fall.
