Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
After a while, he slips his fingers between mine, and we stand at the edge of the beach until the warm water touches our feet. He lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it onto the sand. I take in the sight of his muscular chest and strong shoulders and lick my lips. He shoves his cargo shorts over his hips, and I stare at him in awe.
“Go swimming with me,” he says with his hand outstretched, his toned, naked body on full display. “We have the beach to ourselves. No one will see us.”
Hesitant, I stare into his eyes and press my lips together. He reaches out to slide my tank top up my stomach. I’m still wearing the same mint green bikini from the beach in Nassau. After we laid together in the cabana, we had less than an hour before we had to rush to the airport to catch our flight to the island.
I help Nate push the shirt up my torso, and he lifts it over my head. He tugs on the strings of my top, and it falls to the ground, exposing my breasts. My nipples are painfully swollen, and Nate groans when he cups my breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over the tiny buds. Leaning into him, I moan as he makes slow, circular movements.
“Not yet, Queen,” he says as he drops his hands to remove my shorts and bikini bottoms. “Swim with me first, and then I’ll make you come again.”
I’m already soaking wet from his delicate touch, my core throbbing with need, desperate for him to touch me again. Nate’s fingers find mine, and without a word, I follow him into the water. Sand crunches beneath my feet and slides between my toes. I step on a broken shell that causes me to yelp, and Nate lifts me into his arms, carrying me deeper into the ocean. He stops when the water is up to his waist, still cradling me in his arms like a baby.
“You can put me down,” I say.
He almost does what I ask. Instead of setting my feet on the ocean floor, he slides me down his chest and wraps my legs around his back. The tip of his hard cock rubs against my clit, and I let out a soft moan.
“Nate,” I say against his lips. “Fuck me. Please.”
“You wanted to have sex on the beach,” he points out.
I grind against him, greedy for some friction. “Technically, we’re on the beach.”
He smirks. “It’s your dream, Queen. You tell me what you want.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Now.”
Nate grips my hips and lowers me onto his cock. He lets out a hissing sound that matches the moans he rips from my lips. Our foreheads touch, and we stay this way as he fills me up, helping me fight the current as I ride his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he says when I find a good rhythm, matching each of his thrusts. “Fuck, you feel good.”
The water splashes around us, and for the first time since he led me out here, it occurs to me that we’re having sex in the Atlantic Ocean. We could get eaten by sharks or stung by a manta ray in these waters. In the darkness, it’s impossible to see into the water. Everything is smooth and appears black except for when the moon casts its glow.
Don’t think about it, Harley.
If a shark takes a chunk out of my ass, then at least I’ll die happy and with a satisfied smile on my face. Nate’s thrusts match the movement of the water around us. Heat simmers beneath my skin, rushing down my arms and warming my insides. Nate devours me with a kiss that steals my breath from my lungs. I moan into his mouth, moving my hips in unison as he fills me, his muscles flexing around me.
Even in the middle of the ocean, I feel safe in his arms. I relax into him, forgetting about the sea creatures swimming around us. Ignoring the gnawing thoughts at the back of my mind. My body is on fire from the heat coursing through my veins, creating a fire beneath my skin. I dig my fingernails into his back, and he groans like a ravenous beast. Nate looks beautiful when he lets loose, wild and uninhibited. He peels his lips from mine, and our eyes meet as he pounds into me.
It doesn’t take long before an orgasm shakes through me so hard and fast it hits me like a hurricane. Nate’s thighs tremble, and he shifts his weight to maintain his grip on me. He kisses me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he comes inside me. We kiss long after our bodies relax and our breathing has slowed to a normal rate. I get lost in this man, swept up in the rush of emotions I feel for my new husband.