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Her face flushes red, and her swollen lips glisten with saliva as she licks her lower lip and nods. “Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I know.” Her smile is so warm that my heart aches.
Lifting her into my arms is effortless. She wraps her legs around my waist and tightens her thighs against my hips, then grips my shoulders as her robe falls away to reveal her beautiful, nakedbody. I turn and walk through the sand, lowering her down onto the lounger I woke up on. Her long, sleek legs fall open, exposing her pussy to my wandering, hungry eye, and who am I to resist?
“Erik?” Anastasia caresses my cheek as I shift over her and settle between her legs.
“Hmm?”
“Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Her head tips back into the pillows and she stretches her arms above her head, elongating her body.
I kiss every inch of her like she’s a work of art and I’m the brush. From her collar down to the swell of her breasts, I lay open-mouthed kisses with every breath. My tongue swipes over her nipples and I take each one into my mouth, sucking until they’re reddened and flush. She gasps, panting heavily by the time I kiss down her abdomen, but something at her navel makes me stop.
Something I feel like I’m forgetting.
My hesitation lasts until she thrusts her hips up against me with a whine of need, and the moment passes. I kiss over the angular rise of her hips, nibble along her pelvis, and kiss down the curve of her thigh until my face is between her legs.
Her sweet, earthy scent fills my lungs. I intend to tease her, but as I kiss her outer lips, that urge dies. I can’t resist anymore.
Anastasia moans loudly and arches her back hard, burying both hands in my hair as I shove my face against her pussy and devour her. My tongue seeks out every inch of her slick, wetpussy, lavishing attention over and between her folds until her clit is swollen and sensitive. Each nudge with the point of my tongue makes her gasp. When I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she whines loudly and digs her heels into my back. She’s an instrument that only I know how to play.
And I never want to stop.
Her body rolls and rocks as I eat her out, drinking down each gush of juice that floods from her and driving her pleasure higher and higher. Her fingers turn to claws, and each sharp tug of my hair drives heat down to my own tight core. My cock, already stiff from just a kiss, rubs against the pillows beneath me and soon, I’m panting and moaning against her pussy just as eagerly as she’s whining and gasping above me.
She comes with a scream, convulsing under me and lurching forward as the pleasure is almost too powerful for her. Ripple after ripple of ecstasy moves through her like the rolling waves outside, then she collapses back onto the lounger, panting.
But I’m not finished.
I want more.
I lift myself up, licking my lips as her juices cling to my skin and paint me with ownership. She looks down at me through her lashes and then spreads her legs wider, giving me a full view of her gorgeous, swollen pussy.
“Fuck me,” Anastasia demands. “Fuck me like you own me.”
“You already own me,” I whisper, crawling up to her face. “Every single inch of me.”
“Good.” She cups my face and kisses me, then gasps and whimpers as I thrust my aching cock into her tight, wet heat.
Her pussy grips me like she never wants me to leave. She wraps her legs around my waist, winds her arms around my shoulders, and grips on as I fuck her with all the power I have in my thighs.
“Fuck!” Anastasia cries out. “Fuck, fuck!”
I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her as if I can imprint myself inside her where I belong. Her slick pussy is a dream, wet and comfortable, yet she flexes around me and tightens rhythmically, pulling pleasure right to my core. Peppering kisses over her throat and shoulders, I close my eyes and focus completely on her breathy moans, her body against mine, and the sweet way in which her moan lilts every time my thrusts reach exactly where she wants me to go.
This is my heaven.
My thrusts increase in pace until my lower back aches, then I wrap my arms around her and lift her from the lounger. Keeping my cock inside her, I place her back down in a seated position where I can get better leverage against the ground. With her ass hanging off the lounger, Anastasia releases me so she can brace her arms on the lounger to support herself. I resume fucking her with my knees planted in the sand and my hands tightly gripping her thighs, keeping her body exactly where I want it.
Her head falls back and I admire the slope of her kiss-bitten throat, the arch of her lips, and the glazed, dark lust in her eyes.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe.