He pressed another finger inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward. He lifted one hand from the railing and put it on my shoulder, then slid his hand up my neck and under my chin. He forced me to look up at him as he fucked me deep and slow with his fingers. He pressed kisses to my forehead, cheeks, and eyelids. I melted in his hands and struggled to stay balanced on the tips of my toes. The pleasure built and built until it felt like I was holding a wave at bay.
“Peter,” I whispered as the sun beat down on my face and my chest.
He ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Yes, baby?”
“It feels so good.”
Peter fucked me harder and paused to tease my clit. I whimpered and trembled, and when he gave me his fingers again, I felt like I might explode.
“I’m gonna come,” I moaned.
Peter clamped a hand over my mouth. “Then come, baby.”
He fucked me hard. I trembled in his arms and cried out against his palm as I came. The cry was muffled and I doubted anybody would have been able to hear me. When he pulled his hand away, it was all I could do to suck in ragged breaths of air.
He spun me around to face him but didn’t back up. I frantically pulled his shirt free from his pants. He caught my wrist, threw my arm to the side, and undid his fly. I watched, transfixed by the way the tendons in his wrists and hands flexed as he pulled himself free. Immediately, I wanted to drop to my knees for him, but he told me to stay where I was, and I obeyed.
He lifted my right leg and draped my knee over his arm as he planted his hand back on the railing. I kept my balance by clinging to him and he stepped in close. His cock grazed my panties and he pulled them aside with a frustrated growl.
Then he pushed himself inside me.
I gasped and watched him slide in my pussy up to the hilt. Then I glanced up at him and found him watching me. I wrapped an arm behind his neck and pulled myself in close for kisses as he thrust his hips and fucked me deep and slow. His cock felt so good inside me. I never wanted us to break apart. I wanted to stay like this, fucking forever, until there was no more breath left in our lungs and our skin was covered in salty ocean spray and the only thing we knew how to do was climax.
I tightened my grip on the back of his neck. “Harder.”
Peter gave me what I wanted. He fucked me so hard that I saw stars. I cried out and Peter gritted his teeth as I came on his dick.
Next thing I knew, he was spinning me around and scooping me up in his arms. He carried me inside and threw me down on the bed. I scrambled to my knees but he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he grated.
I giggled breathlessly as he climbed on top of me and pinned me down with my wrists above my head.
“Fuck it,” he said.
I looked down. His cock was swollen and hungry looking between my thighs. I lifted my ass off the bed until I felt him pressing against me. Then I worked him inside me and rolled my hips until I took all of him. I moaned and so did he, and I wasted little time working him over. I bounced my ass and fucked his cock while he pinned me down. The pressure on my wrists was painful but in the most delicious way. I pulled against his strength and was turned on by how powerful he was.
When he released my wrists, he went to his knees, grabbed my hips, and held me off the bed as he bucked wildly inside me. I reached up over my head to cling to the sheets as my back arched and the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt broke over me. I screamed his name and lost control. Everything went fuzzy and blurry and my cry hitched in my throat. Peter pressed the heel of his hand down on my clit and I forgot my own name—I forgot who I was and where I was and what I was.