behind my back, my swimsuit top fell in a puddle on the floor between us, and Makoa swallowed, stepping into me with his hands palming both breasts.
“Goddamn, Belle,” he groaned, kneading each one.
I arched into the touch, biting my lip when his thumbs skated over my nipples, puckering them to a hard tip. His mouth crashed down on mine, and I numbly felt for the strings of his board shorts, tugging them until they were untied.
“Shit,” he said, stepping back. My body shivered at the loss of heat. “Maybe we should slow down.”
“The hell we should.” I was on him in the next breath, leaping into his arms so he had no choice but to catch me or let me fall. He stumbled backward, the back of his knees hitting the bed, and when he sat down, I was positioned on his lap with that hard, perfect cock thick and needy between my thighs.
“Yes,” I hissed, nipping at his neck, his jaw, all the while rolling my hips to keep that point of connection hot. Makoa’s hands wrapped around my waist, and I didn’t know if he was trying to hold me still or rock me even harder, but I answered the second request greedily.
“You’re impossible to resist,” he breathed into my next kiss.
“So stop trying.”
He answered my request with a spank to my ass, and then in one swift moment I was on my back, my head hitting the pillows in a whoosh.
Makoa’s hands splayed my stomach, my hips, dragging down until he ripped my swimsuit bottoms off in one firm pull. I didn’t even have to lift my ass, he had all the power to do it himself. And when I was fully nude, I opened my legs, trailing my fingertips down to slip between my wet lips.
He sucked in a breath, his eyes on the prize. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
Makoa smirked at that, but all the laughter left me when he made quick work of his board shorts, that glorious cock springing forward like it was eager and ready to report for duty.
I flipped over onto my stomach, crawling toward where he stood at the side of the bed. Propping myself up on one elbow, I reached for him with my free hand. I grabbed him at the base, rolling my hand down his shaft and up over his tip until his entire body shuddered.
I looked up, taking my time to appreciate the view of all the muscles lining his abdomen, his chest, his arms, even his thick fucking neck. Those Polynesian tattoos sprawled over him, giving him an even more godly appearance than he had naturally. My hand tightened a little more on the next plunge over his cock, and Makoa’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling, his hand finding the back of my head.
I smiled when his fingers curled in my hair. “What do you want, Makoa?” I asked, but I knew already, and when his fingers tightened even more, I slipped my tongue out long enough to swirl it over his tip.
His answer was a growl, his eyes hooded when they looked back down at me. “Take my cock in your mouth, baby.”
Those words. That monster of a man. The command. It all combined to send a shock straight between my legs, and I felt the need pooling there as I did just what he asked.
That first taste of him had been sweet, but it was nothing compared to the delicious power I felt reverberating through me when I took his cock all the way inside.
Well, as much as I could, anyway.
Makoa groaned at the feel of my tongue running along his base, and I swirled it at the top, puckering my lips before I dove down again. He couldn’t stop himself from flexing into my mouth, and the way he held his hand steady at the back of my head had me releasing all control, letting him fuck me just the way he wanted.
I wrapped one hand around his base, using the wetness my mouth provided to slide it in tandem. Makoa moaned his approval, and then the hand not in my hair slipped over my spine, down, down, down, until he reared back and smacked my ass.
I yelped, wriggling from the sting, and when I took him in my mouth again, I moved my other hand to grasp his balls.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed, flexing into me. The hand that had smacked my