out a condom. I toss my wallet to the floor. Rip open the foil packet and roll the condom on.
I step up close to her, my cock pressing against her lower back. My hands slide around her chest and cup her tits. I start to roll her nipples between my fingers and pinch them just how she likes.
“You want me.”
Her head falls back against my chest. “I thought that was obvious,” she pants.
“It wasn’t a question.”
“Cocky twat.”
“You like my cockiness.”
Her head tilts, and those blue eyes meet with mine. “No. I like your cock.”
Fuck. I like you.
“Spread your legs.”
She does as I asked, widening her stance. Bending at the knees—because she’s small as fuck and heels aren’t conducive to walking around on the island and in the sand so she’s always in flip-flops—I lower myself to her height. I take my cock in my hand and rub him over her pussy.
I slide my hands up her arms, and covering her hands with mine, I link our fingers.
Then, I thrust up inside her. I don’t even give her a chance to adjust to my size. I just start fucking her.
I seem to lose my mind in this moment. I lose it in her body. The feel of the tight walls of her pussy squeezing my dick. Her breathy moans. The smell of sex around us.
I’m reduced to nothing but the need to make her come and for me to come.
I’m pounding into her, fucking her into the wall, like the world is about to end.
I bite her neck. Her shoulder. Suck on that spot behind her ear that makes her hips buck against my dick.
Pleasure shoots down my spine, like I’ve just been hit with a taser.
Fuck, I’m gonna come.
“Tell me you’re close,” I pant. “Because I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Almost … there … just keep doing that …”
The first minuscule tightening of her pussy around my dick, and I start coming. My dick jerks, and hot spurts of cum start to fill up the rubber. And my coming seems to only intensify her orgasm further, and her muscles almost vise-grip my cock, making me come even harder.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m almost sure that I black out at one point. Because the next thing I know, I come to with my forehead pressed against the back of her head, my mouth breathing in her hair.
“Fuck,” I croak.
“Right?” she whispers.
“That was intense.”
“So intense. I’ve never …” She trails off.
“What?”
“Sex has just never been like that for me. That vigorous.”
I tilt my head back from hers. “Dillon, we’ve been fucking five days. If you think that was the first time we’ve had vigorous sex, then I’m clearly doing something wrong.”
“No.” She laughs softly. “That’s not what I meant at all.” She turns her head, and soft blue eyes look at me in the dim light of the hallway. “You’re doing everything right. Better than right. I just meant … I don’t know what I meant.”
She takes her gaze away from me, but I catch her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Yeah, you do. Say what you mean.”
She blinks. “I’ve never had sex before where I felt so lost in it. I mean, I get lost in sex with you—of course I do. But that was … something else. Like we were the only two people who existed in that moment. Does that make sense?”
Touching my thumb to her lip, I nod. “Yeah, it does.”
I know exactly what she means. Because I felt it too.
I’m just not really sure what it means.
If it means anything at all.
A yawn escapes her.
I chuckle. “Tired?”
“Yeah. You wore me out.”
I slide my dick out of her and take her by the hand, bringing her into the bathroom with me. I undress her and then myself. I tie her hair up into a bun, so it doesn’t get wet because I know she doesn’t like to sleep with wet hair. I turn the shower on and lead her into the running water. We both brush our teeth in the shower to save time. Then, we’re out of the shower and drying off. Mainly me drying myself and her because she’s tired and I can’t seem to stop touching her.
I lead her out of the bathroom, turning the lights off as I go. I pull back the cover, climb into bed, shift over, and tug her down in bed beside me.
She snuggles into my body, tangling her legs with mine.
Honestly, it’s kind of nice. I’ve never done any of this