Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
If Richard had been listening more closely, I was completely sure that he would hear our skin slapping together.
“Okay, I’ll be back after my rounds to see if you’ve changed your mind,” Richard said, sounding just as happy and go-lucky as he had been the first time that he’d brought us drinks.
I inhaled deeply, groaning when his cock started to slow.
“What are you doing,” I gasped behind his hand.
He let my face go for the time being, his hands once again going to my ribs.
“One more,” he ordered.
I was already shaking my head incredulously.
“If I give you one more,” I told him. “I’ll die.”
His low rumbling chuckle caused shivers to dance down my spine.
Then he surprised the ever-loving hell out of me by switching our positions.
One second I was on top of him, and the next I was leaning over the lounger with my ass in the air.
My knees were planted in the soft cushion, and he was standing behind me, his cock once again inside of me.
My bathing suit bottoms groaned as the seam was roughly yanked farther to the side, exposing me more fully to his gaze and his thrusts.
This time, with his new position, he really did have all the control.
He controlled the depth—oh, God. So freakin’ deep.
He controlled the speed—so fuckin’ fast.
And he controlled my orgasm.
The orgasm that I thought I was going to die if I experienced? I’m pretty sure that I did for a minute there.
“Fuckkkkk,” I cried out.
There was no way in hell that nobody heard that.
None.
Nada.
But at this point, I really didn’t care.
My breasts were swaying with his movements, jerking back and forth with each lunging thrust that he filled me with.
My head was spinning.
And damn straight if another orgasm, just as strong as before, didn’t take me over.
It was only as he was pulling out of me, spent and sated, that I finally came back to myself.
I blinked owlishly at the small tent, wondering how much time had passed.
“Jesus,” I breathed. “How much time has passed? What the hell just happened?”
His hands on my hips finally lifted as he pulled his cock out of me.
I felt the immediate wetness of his release started to trickle out of my pussy, but he quickly slid my bathing suit bottoms back to the side to help cover it.
I stood up, swaying slightly, and he caught me by the hips.
I turned in his hold, threading my arms around his neck, and went up onto tippy-toe to press my lips against his.
“If we’d done this before you left,” I told him. “I would’ve been jumping into your big green bag and riding with you all the way to the other side of the world.”
His lips twitched at that and then came down on mine.
“I’m not sure you being over there would’ve been a good thing,” he teased. “But you’re right. I’m not thinking this kind of thing would’ve ever been enough had we known.”
I squeezed him even tighter, then let him go to look for my top.
It was on the ground next to the lounger, covered in sand.
I grimaced as I pulled it on, hating the itchy, uncomfortable feeling of the sand pressed against my breasts.
“Come into the water with me?” I asked hopefully.
He helped me get my top hooked then followed me out into the quickly-darkening afternoon air.
“Gonna have to go soon,” he said as he took a look around.
There weren’t many people left at all now that I was out of the tent.
There was one rather amused man that was sitting in his cabana three down from ours, though.
I blushed and looked away, finding Luca looking at me with glee lighting his face.
I rolled my eyes and walked back to the ocean.
Not only did I have sand where there most definitely shouldn’t be sand, but I also had other, more pleasurable things leaking out of me.
With one look in his direction, I made a mad dash for the water.
“Bet you can’t catch me!”
Chapter 15
Um.
-The element of confusion
Luca
The day her friends arrived, Frankie was happy. I could see it in her face. In the way she moved and acted.
Then she met her friends for lunch.
Or, more specifically, we met her friends for lunch.
“Are you sure that you want me to go with you?” I asked. “I can stay…”
She shot me a panicked look. “I want you to go.”
It was then that I realized that she was scared to let me out of her sight.
It was understandable. The last time she’d done it, I hadn’t come back.
“There are going to be other spouses and significant others there,” she said, trying to cover her panic. “In fact, it’s going to be odd if you don’t go. They will wonder why seeing as they know you came with me.”
Excitement started to slowly leech into my veins.
Why?
Because Frankie didn’t try to hide me. Didn’t try to pretend that she liked me, but then hid me when people showed. I wasn’t her ugly secret.