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I lay my head down on my crossed arms, trying like hell not to gawk at her half-naked body and pebbled nipples. But when she reaches my abdomen and begins trailing kisses, fuck, does my cock take notice.
Her sinful caramel eyes lock on mine, and I’m a goner. I don’t know if she wants a relationship, public or not, but it’s impossible not to get my hopes—or dick—up.
Agonizingly slow, she kisses up my stomach and chest. I draw in staggered breaths, unable to refrain from shifting my hips, my erection pulsing along with my heartbeat. It’s pure torture.
Her knees straddle my waist, and she gazes down at me. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
Leaning in, she presses her pouty lips to mine, and I can’t take anymore. I wrap my arms around her, weave my fingers into her hair, and deepen the kiss.
Our tongues intertwine, and we’re no longer pretending for the paparazzi. Our kiss becomes urgent and needy, punctuated by soft moans.
She captures my bottom lip between her teeth then whispers, “I’ve missed your mouth.”
“Let me show you what else this mouth can do.”
She moves from my lips to bite and suck my neck, and I sense her smile against my skin. “I remember.”
I release a low groan and flex my hips. My aching erection grinds against her thinly covered pussy, and I’m reminded of our surroundings and the colossal tent I’m pitching.
“Baby, we have to stop. These shorts aren’t gonna hide what you’re doing to me, and I doubt anyone wants to see that.”
What the fuck am I saying? I should let her do whatever she wants. Fuck the cameras.
She keeps going, and when she hits that spot under my ear, goosebumps erupt on my skin.
Yet, nothing compares to the rush of pure adrenaline when she says, “I do. I want it.”
Sitting up with her straddling me, I hastily stand. She encircles my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. I support her with an arm under her ass and make a beeline for the resort, offering the cameras a middle finger.
Aurora can’t stop laughing and giggling. “Jackson, the blankets!”
“Fuck the blankets.”
The staff will pick up the blankets and whatever else we left.
I fumble with the key card in my pocket, cursing myself for not having this picnic on the balcony.
Once I manage to open the door and call the elevator, I adjust her in my arms, palming her ass cheeks. “You better not be teasing me, babe. I swear, my dick will die of sadness.”
The lift is taking forever, and I consider the seven flights of stairs. But with her wrapped around my waist, her warm center pressed to my length, I doubt my cock could handle the friction.
“I’m not teasing you.” She bites my earlobe and drags her nails over my neck. “I could always kiss it and make it better.”
“Aurora, stop, or I’ll fuck you right here. Then no one will question if we’re together.” I dig my fingertips into her thick ass and thrust my erection along her core to emphasize my point.
As soon as the elevator doors open, I’ve got her against the mirrored wall, my lips on hers. Our kiss is full of desperation, our moans filling the quiet space, and I rock my hips to relieve some of the throbbing ache.
All I can think about is being inside her, claiming her.
I miss the way she whimpers my name, the feel of her body beneath mine, the taste of her on my tongue…
“Grab the railing, babe. I need you in my mouth.”
She places her hands on the bar behind her, and I slip to my knees, holding her tight in my grip, her legs over my shoulders. With my thumb, I hook the fabric of her bathing suit aside, revealing the most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.
I waste no time and dive in. I run my tongue along her wet slit, and her sweetness erupts in my mouth, eliciting a groan from deep within my chest.