unbuttoning the cuffs of my linen shirt. One wrist, then the other. She was right. Just sex. Two days. It was what I wanted. What I needed. After that things could return to the way they were before. The buttons worked loose down my front, and then I peeled the shirt off.
Josie licked her lips, her cheeks flushing pink as her gaze trailed downward.
Guided by the want in her eyes, I flicked the buttons on my shorts open and peeled them down my legs.
There was no hiding what I wanted from her now. I was hard and aching, my briefs no match against the strain.
She sat up and the towel fell to her waist, revealing her milky white tan-lined breasts tipped with mouthwatering tan nipples that puckered and hardened under my gaze. Jesus.
“I have to warn you,” I choked out as burning need dragged down my spine, and then held me in its steel grip. I was lightheaded. “It’s been a while. And I’ve been fantasizing about those.” Among other things.
Grinning and leaning forward, she tucked her legs behind her and took a hands-and-knees move toward me.
My gaze raced down her pale lower back to the curve of her ass where the suntan line ended in lily white soft globes. “Ton cul …” I breathed.
“My ass?” she asked, amused, reaching for my cock. Her eyes glowed luminous in the soft glow of afternoon light that flooded through the tiny window. God, she was beautiful.
I nodded just as she palmed me through the fabric, and my head fell back on a groan of unsatisfying relief. Grabbing her hand as she dipped inside the band of my underwear, I stopped her. “I wasn’t joking. It’s been a while.” As much as I wanted that mouth of hers on me, my hands sifted into her hair and I leaned down to kiss her. She tasted like mint toothpaste and need. Her hands clasped my wrists where I held her head. She rose up, still kissing me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. Her tits mashed up against my bare chest, the sensation of being skin to skin setting off goosebumps.
“You feel so good,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Oui,” I agreed.
Wrapping my hand around her waist, I picked her up and moved her back up the bed. Then I stood and took off my last remaining piece of clothing. My eyes feasted on her naked form. Her breasts glowed soft and pale against the rest of her tanned skin. “I don’t know where to begin.” I crawled over her, dipping down to lick around the stiff peak of her nipple before drawing it into my mouth.
She arched and whimpered, fingers scraping through my hair to hold me to her breast. “There’s good.”
I sucked and licked and an urgency grew as her body responded. I switched sides, giving the same attention, loving how she arched and writhed, her leg hooking onto mine. I sucked harder, teeth nipping, hands kneading, testing how much she wanted. She cried out, a guttural sound, and her lower body surged toward me, seeking relief. Her hands gripped my hair in a tight fist that bordered on painful. Good. She was no fragile flower. Because my need was so brutal right now I was likely to break her. I should take my time, I knew I should. But she’d been invading my mind and body for weeks, and my greed for her knew no bounds now that it was unleashed.
I left her breasts, sucking and biting and devouring her skin as I moved down. It would leave marks, and somehow, I wanted to. I shoved her legs apart, and she spread them wide. I boldly lifted one, pressing it back, opening her fully. My dick strained against the bedding and towel beneath me, urging me to rut with the bed just to get some relief. Especially as I inhaled the scent of her, lightly soapy from her shower laced with the faint musk of her arousal that glistened in her pink folds and on her tight little entrance.
My mouth watered, and lightening zipped down to my balls. I was in danger of coming too soon. I tried to slow myself down. I breathed her in and snuck my tongue out for a quick taste, licking up the seam of her.
She gasped and thrust her hips up. I did it again. Softly. Torturing us both, trying to slow my heart down that pounded so heavily she could probably feel