Page 91 of Hope After Loss

Her heat brushes against me, and my cock twitches to life. I know she feels it when her eyes widen slightly and her lips part. Her tongue darts out nervously, and her breath quickens as she brings her forehead to rest against mine.

I stop moving and hold us completely still as the water laps around us.

“Weston?”

My hands slide to her ass, and I fight the urge to pull her in closer.

“Yeah?”

She raises her head, and her eyes come to mine as her legs tighten around me.

That’s all it takes.

I bring my lips to her shoulder and pepper a trail of kisses to her collarbone. She throws her head back to give me better access, which causes her chest to peek out of the water. The thin, wet fabric of her tank leaves nothing to the imagination. I cup one breast with my hand and gently knead it. She closes her eyes and moans. I let go of her and reach down to pull the shirt over her head. Plump pink nipples greet me.

Fuck.

I suck one between my teeth and give it a rough tug. She bucks, and I release it and lick it gently and blow across it. It tightens to a hard peak, and I wrap my lips around it once more. Her hips start to rock into mine, and as soon as she finds the contact her body is searching for, she hastens her movement. Her heat feels so good, moving up and down my aching erection.

I slide my mouth to the other breast and suck on it as she continues to glide against my eager cock. When I can take no more, I bite down on her nipple, and she gasps and raises her head. I glide my hands around her back and lift her.

“Give me your mouth, Anna,” I command.

She leans in and does just that.

Our tongues wrestle as I guide my hand between us and find the edge of her shorts.

I shimmy my hand down and find her core.

She bites my lip, and her body trembles as I slide a finger inside of her and begin to pump it in and out slowly.

Her head falls to my shoulder, and I take all of her weight. I forget about my own discomfort as she loses herself to pleasure. When her muscles begin to tighten, I find her clit and circle it with my thumb, applying the pressure she needs as her hips move more urgently.

Her legs tense around me, and she begins to shudder as she gets closer to her release.

“Look at me, Anna,” I demand.

Her head snaps up, and I watch as she loses the battle and shatters in my arms.

Her cries fill the lagoon and echo through the trees.

It’s the most beautiful sound.

Her head stays buried in my neck as I walk us out of the water.

When I set her on her feet, she looks up at me.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods.

I bring my hand to the side of her face.

“There’s a sweatshirt in my bag. You get those wet clothes off, and I’m going to walk back into the woods and collect some wood to build you a fire.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Anna?”