Her sex quivered, pulsing as her body sagged against the wall.
A good partner would wait for her to recover before dragging her to bed and fucking her into twelve more orgasms. He gave it about a minute, coaxing the last few tremors from her flesh and rubbing her back soothingly.
Finally, she sighed and rested her forehead against his shoulder, her body still and lax. And he was done waiting.
Flipping off the water, he shoved open the shower door, took her hand, and marched her to his bed, the two of them dripping all over that generic carpet.
At his bedside, he paused, his chest heaving with each desperate breath. “How can I make this good for you? I don’t want to hurt your neck or knee or back or—”
“If I start hurting, I’ll let you know. You do the same if your wrist bothers you. Until then”—she climbed onto the bed and sprawled across his comforter, arms and legs open for him—“let’s not worry.”
A condom. He needed a condom.
A quick search of his bedside table produced a small package, and he rolled the condom over his cock while he enjoyed the view of her spread wide and gleaming in the light from the bathroom. God, she was hot enough to burn this fucking island to cinders.
Without another word, he crawled between her thighs and buried his face in her sweet, swollen pussy, starving for the taste of her. And yeah, it hurt his nose, and yeah, he was grinding his stiff-to-bursting dick into the comforter as he licked her, but it was worth it to have her push herself against his face as he circled her clit and feel her legs shake as he sucked that small bit of flesh into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue.
“Let me…” She tugged at his hair. “Let me move my knee a little.”
He waited until she’d resettled, then lowered his head again.
When she was clutching his hair and grinding against his mouth, whimpering with every stroke of his tongue, he pulled away, knelt between her legs, and rested a hand on her belly.
“Do you want me to do this slowly, or at full power?”
His eyes held hers as he echoed words he’d used once before. As he invoked the memory of how she’d watched him serve, her eyes narrowed and hot on his arms, his thighs.
Both times, he’d hit the ball much harder than necessary, much harder than was wise, for one reason and one reason only. To see that look on her face.
He wanted to see it again, at intimately close range, as he used his power for her pleasure.
Just like last time, her words emerged with a slight slur. Lust. “Full power.”
Rising up, he urged her long legs around his hips. Then he was pushing inside her, feeling her quiver and stretch around him as he slid balls-deep.
He didn’t give either of them time to recover or think. Rearing back, he withdrew almost all the way before sinking his cock deep again. And again.
She might have doubts about dating a twenty-something athlete, but if there was one thing a man like him could offer, it was stamina. He could do this for hours, if that’s what she needed. And if he came too quickly, he knew the mere sight of her would make him hard and hot soon enough, and he could get back to work between her thighs.
This first time, though, he was determined to wait until she climaxed again, because he needed to feel her tighten and spasm around his dick. He needed to know he’d satisfied her. Most of all, he needed her to understand what exactly she’d be giving up if she let her fears and that shield of pragmatism drive him from her life and her bed after her vacation ended.
Supporting himself on his elbows, he cupped her sweet face in his hands and kissed her as he buried himself deep inside her pussy with steady pushes. Within minutes, they were both sweating, and she was making little sounds into his mouth each time he bottomed out and ground against her. His balls were aching, and a warning tingle had started at the base of his spine.
He was coming soon, like it or not. Lifting himself higher, he slid one hand down between them and found her clit, and when he tapped it with his fingertips, she tore her mouth from his and gasped. He did it again, a little more firmly, and her legs