On the Shore (Cottonwood Cove, #3)(51)

“You can have as much as you want,” she said with a chuckle. “But now it’s your turn.”

She pushed up and shoved me back enough for her to get up on her knees, facing me. She reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them before sliding them down my thighs. Next, she reached for the band of my boxer briefs, and I didn’t miss the way her breath caught as she slid them down, my cock springing free.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “I don’t think there’s any way that’s going to fit.”

Now it was my turn to chuckle. “We’ll take our time. There’s no rush.”

She bit down on her juicy bottom lip. “Okay. You know I don’t scare easily. Please tell me you have a condom?”

I pushed to my feet and shoved my clothing all the way off before reaching into the back pocket of my jeans for my wallet. I pulled out a condom and tore off the top, removing the latex from the packet. She reached for it and took it from me. I thought she was going to slide it on, but instead, she surprised me as she gripped my cock. Her tongue came out to lick the tip, and she swirled her tongue around several times.

“Jesus,” I hissed. “You’re killing me.”

She looked up at me, long lashes flanking those gorgeous, dark eyes. The light from the moon shone down on her like a fucking halo.

Her mouth came over my dick, her hand at the base as she slowly moved up and down. My head fell back, eyes closed, and I reveled in the moment.

Nothing had ever felt better.

I pulled back, placing a hand on each side of her face just enough that she released me with a pop, looking up at me with confusion.

“You feel too good. And I want to be inside you now.”

She nodded, her hands trembling as she slipped the latex over my swollen cock.

I covered her hands with mine to help her along and then urged her back.

Her legs fell open, making room for me, and I teased her entrance with my tip, rubbing it up and down along her seam.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I moved in slowly, just a little bit at first. My gaze locked with hers. Her eyes were hooded. Lips plump and begging to be kissed. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip before my mouth claimed hers. I pressed forward, using all the restraint I had to take it slow.

Inch by glorious fucking inch.

She was so tight.

So wet.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I want to feel all of you.”

I pulled back to look at her, making sure she was okay, and I pushed forward. I continued to move, her hand on my face now, letting me know she wanted more.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I said as I pushed all the way in. I paused for a minute to give her time to adjust to me.

“Nothing has ever felt this good. You were worth the wait,” she said, her voice a sexy mix of need and desire.

I watched her. Waited. And her lips turned up the slightest bit in the corners, and she gave me a small nod.

I pulled back, slowly at first, before thrusting back in. She arched up in response, letting me know that she loved it. My mouth covered her perfect tit, and I flicked her hard peak with my tongue.

I swear this woman was fucking made for me.

She tugged at my hair, pulling my mouth up to hers. Our tongues tangled as I thrust in and out of her.

We found our rhythm. Meeting one another thrust for thrust.

I knew she was fucking close because she squeezed my cock with force. Her walls tightened around me, her breaths out of control. I wanted to watch her fall apart this time. I pulled back, taking both of her hands in mine and pinning them above her head. My other hand moved between us, knowing exactly where she needed me to touch her.

And I watched as this beautiful woman’s eyes closed, lips swollen from where I’d kissed her, chest rising and falling.

“Lincoln,” she cried out. Her body shook, and I moved faster.

Once.

Twice.

And I exploded, going right over the edge with her.

Waves splashed against the sand.

A breeze moved around us.

And I wished I could stay right here with her forever.

On the shore.





nineteen





Brinkley





My breathing finally slowed after two of the most epic orgasms of my life. Lincoln Hendrix was not only a rock star on the field, but he knew his way around a woman’s body. I’d never had an orgasm with a man before, though I’d obviously had plenty by myself.

This was new.

And let me tell you—the man delivered.

If there was a GOAT award for delivering the best orgasms, he would hold that title, as well.

I couldn’t believe that I was lying on the beach butt naked, or that I’d literally cried out his name like something you’d see in a porno movie. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d never allowed myself to be this vulnerable with a man. Losing control like this.

And I was here for it.

Control was overrated.

He pulled out of me and tugged off the condom, tying the end and setting it beside our clothing. I figured he’d grab his clothes, so I sat forward to reach for mine, but he stopped me.

He came to sit beside me, pulling me onto his lap. He reached for the corners of the blanket and wrapped it around us.