Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
This is when I've had enough of her talking and hold up my hand. "I know you said not to interrupt you, but I'm not going to let you say shit that isn't true." I look into her eyes. "One." I hold up a finger. "Whatever you think you're not good at, I'm here to tell you that you’re right." I see her face drop. "You're not good at it. You're out of this fucking world."
"You're just saying that so I will suck your dick again." She rolls her eyes.
"Okay, first off, you love to suck my dick just as much as I love you to suck it, so don't even try to tell me that you do it just for me." I laugh, getting up, walking over to her and holding out my hand to her. She grabs my hand and I walk us over to a couch right near the table in the shade. I sit down, and when she is going to sit next to me, I stop her and pull her on my lap. "Shelby.” I say her name and can't help but lean forward and kiss her shoulder. "I like having sex with you." I don't use the love word because I know it will freak her out. "I really like it. Like more than I've ever liked it in my life." Sex with her has been on another level.
"I like having sex with you," she says. "I don't know if it's right or wrong." She turns in my lap as she straddles my thighs. My hands go to her legs and rub them.
"I don't want to stop," I tell her, afraid she’s going to want something else, knowing that if she says she wants to stop, it's going to be the hardest thing for me to do. Being next to her and not being able to touch her, especially after last night and this morning.
"Me either," she agrees, her voice soft, and she puts her forehead on mine.
"So how about while we are here, we just enjoy it?” I kiss her lips.
She puts her hands on my chest, and one of the straps from her shoulder falls down. "So what happens on the island stays on the island?" she asks, and her strap falls over her nipple.
My thumb comes up to rub her nipple. "On one condition," I tell her, and she looks at me, waiting. "Don't hide from me.” I lean down and take the nipple into my mouth. “You want me to touch you a certain way, you tell me." I nip at her nipple now. "You want me to do more, you tell me."
"Okay," she almost pants. "But it goes both ways."
I look at her. "Deal." I look around, seeing that no one is around. "I want you to ride me." I push down the other side of her strap, taking the other nipple in my mouth.
"God," she says. "I thought you'd never ask." She moves her dress up and looks at me. "Did you bring a condom?"
"No," I say. "Why would I bring a condom with me? We were supposed to be eating lunch." I move her to the side. "Don't move," I tell her, kissing her lips and rushing to grab a box of condoms. I rush back over and grab her, bringing her back onto my lap. "Now, where were we?" I grab her face in mine, and she smiles right before I take her lips and slide my tongue into her mouth.
"We are never going to make it out of here," she says from in front of me as she moves her head to give me more access to her neck.
"It's not my fault you look fucking sexy every single time I look over at you." I look in the mirror at us. The both of us are tanned after six days of lounging in the sun. The last four have been us just lounging in the pool or the ocean right outside our door.
"We can't be late," she warns me, turning in my arms but never moving far away from me. "One last kiss," she says, letting my tongue slide into her mouth as she wraps her arms around my neck. My hands grip her covered ass before letting her go and looking down at her dress. This time, it's a black one that plunges down to her stomach. It’s tied around her neck, and her back is open. The dress falls to the floor, but when she walks, all you see is her long, lean legs. "You're going to ruin this dress, too, aren't you?" For the past four nights, every single outfit of hers I've torn off of her.
I smirk at her, grabbing her hand. "I haven't decided yet," I say, walking out of the room and down toward the main beach. We are having our last dinner on the beach, and both of us have been unusually quiet as our time on the island is coming to an end.