Chapter 106

During the day we fished, we swam, we parasailed, we made love. And at night we made love again.

We were naked on our king-size bed, and I was on top, my knees framing his hips. I’d dreamed of this before, but it had never been so good.

I buried my fingers in his thick, soft hair, and I covered his lips and cheeks and jaw with hungry, uninhibited kisses.

His dick was hard and slick against mine, and his long fingers imprisoned them. I drove into his grasp, desperate for the orgasm that was a glimmering promise almost within my reach.

“That’s it!” he whispered, and his voice, normally smooth and contained, was rough and uncontrolled.

I’d brought him to this state. I’d wielded this power.

And when he took it from me—when he fondled my ass with his other hand, tracing the crevice between my buttocks, finding my opening and teasing it—I surrendered it willingly.

I spread my legs wider and humped against him, frantic now to come.

“Almost there, blue eyes. Are you—”