blissful vacation I’d been longing for almost as far back as I could remember, but I’d never been able to take it.
I blinked, and a frozen cocktail appeared on a small round table beside me. Wow. This is fucking incredible.
Plus, it’s a dream, so no hangover. I did a little dancing jig and sat up to take a drink.
Which was when I realized I wasn’t alone in my little slice of heaven. Chris was in the ocean, his skin bronzed and his smile brilliant as he walked out of the waves.
Droplets of water glistened on his drool-worthy body and his hair was slicked back. He ran a hand through it to mess it up and came toward me.
“You woke up,” he commented. “Have a nice nap?”
“I think I’m still napping.” My eyes traced a drop that clung to his strong jaw before gravity defeated it and made it track down the column of his throat before it pooled into several others on his chest.
“If you’re still napping, then this is your dream. What would you like to do?” His tone was playful, but there was a definite bulge making itself known inside the thin material of his shorts.
More droplets ran in rivulets down the ridges of his torso, making my mouth water as I watched their path. “Come here.”
He smirked. “Your wish is my command. Where do you want me?”
I spun around and dropped my legs off the side of the lounge chair, opening my knees and gesturing to the space between them. “Right here.”
In the space of a heartbeat, he was there. His long fingers burrowed into my hair while he slid his free hand beneath my chin and coaxed me to look up at him.
“Now what?”
There were so many ideas running through my mind, but one was more prominent than the others. “You’ve gotten to taste me. I’d like to return the favor.”
“This is your dream and you want to go down on me?” he asked, disbelief flashing past the lust in his gaze.
I nodded. “You have no idea how much.”
He tightened his grip on my hair and stepped closer. “Go for it then.”
“Impatience won’t get you anywhere,” I joked. It totally would, but what the hell? As he so helpfully pointed out, this was my dream.
A soft chuckle came from him, causing his stomach muscles to ripple. I lifted my hands to those first, running my fingertips across the washboard in front of me.
Every muscle was defined, and the lightest smattering of freckles somehow made him even more perfect. The V between his hips must have been crafted by Aphrodite herself and the dark happy trail that ran down from his belly button made this girl extremely happy. And turned on.
He let out a soft groan when I slid my fingers down and cupped him over his shorts. “How is it that you can get me this hard when you’ve barely touched me?”
“Because it’s my mind giving you that hard-on?” I ran my nails lightly up the outline of his shaft. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no.” His breath caught when I pulled on the string keeping his pants up, and his gaze was heavy on mine as I ripped the Velcro free, letting the wet material fall to the sand.
It turned out Chris had gone commando. Thank you, dreamland. And I was suddenly faced with his long, thick erection standing proudly inches away from my mouth. It curved up to his belly button, and though I hadn’t gotten a good look at it the other day, I was pretty sure the impressive size was spot on.
I licked my dry lips and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, bringing the head down to my mouth. My tongue circled his tip and one hand went to his hip to keep him where I wanted him. Not that he seemed to be going anywhere.
He tasted salty from the water but there was something else there that was all him. Clean musk and spice that seemed to match the way he’d smelled when we’d been together.
He threw his head back and rocked his hips in time with the rhythm I was setting. Minutes or hours might have passed before he pulled back and covered my bikini-clad breasts with his release.
The next second, he was on me, fucking me senseless right there on the beach. I wound my arms and legs around him, bringing his hot skin as close as it could get to mine.