The boat slows, and the driver clears his throat. “We’ve arrived, sir.”
Liam guides me out of the boat onto the soft, white sand. Small waves lap at the shore. The island is completely deserted except for a few birds sailing overhead.
The driver splashes up behind us and hands Liam a large picnic basket. Liam tells him to return in a few hours.
The boat roars off, and then we’re alone.
“Want to go for a swim?” Liam asks, pulling me close. I can feel his erection pressing against me. He runs his palms over my breasts, causing my nipples to stiffen under my bathing suit. He slowly unties the string at my back. “Or do you have something else in mind?” My top falls to the ground.
“Whatever you would like to do, Mr. Black,” I whisper. The passion firing behind his eyes causes my legs to weaken. My pussy clenches with need, and I can feel the thin crotch of my bathing suit becoming slick at the thought of him inside me.
“I want to manhandle you,” he growls in my ear, cupping my full breasts. His thumbs stroke my nipples until they are hard points.
“Please do,” I murmur, tugging at his shorts. The Velcro comes loose, and his erection springs forth into my hand, stiff and hard and oh-so-ready for me.
He throws his shorts aside, and then lowers me to the soft, wet sand. I stroke my hands up his tan, chiseled pecs. The waves lap at my ankles as he pulls off my bathing-suit bottom. He’s looking at me with so much desire that I almost feel light-headed beneath his gaze. He strokes my face, my hair, my breasts, and then begins covering my neck with kisses.
It’s hard to believe I’m here, and that this is my life. I’m on a white-sand beach of Sardinia, lying naked beneath a turquoise-blue sky. The most gorgeous, sexy, kind man in the world is about to make passionate love to me.
My husband. Liam Black.
If this isn’t paradise, I don’t know what is.
His eyes rove hungrily over my body, taking in every curve. “God, you’re one sexy woman.” His expression is one of unfiltered desire, of feral masculine need.
I shiver as he trails a finger down my naked body, stroking his hands over my belly and thighs, leaving a trail of fire behind. He reaches my tight keyhole opening and strokes around my labia, circling, circling. He cups my ass with one hand and slowly inserts his finger into me with the other. I arch my back and give a little cry. God, yes! My inner walls clench and tighten around his finger, and he lets out a low moan.
“You’re so wet, so tight,” he murmurs, pulling me flush against his hand so his finger is pressed deep inside my walls.
I reach down and take his engorged cock in my hand. It’s heavy and thick, and the thick mushroom head is slick with pre-cum. He wants me this badly, and I haven’t even stroked him yet, or taken him in my mouth. Just seeing his desire for me causes my juices to flow and inner folds to tighten around his probing finger.
“Do you want me?” he growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“How much?”
“More than you can know.”
“Show me.” His eyes glisten.
“Your wish is my command,” I say with a smile. I slowly remove his finger from my body, and then sit up. I push him onto his back and run my hands down his firm chest and abs.
He smirks up at me. “Is that all you got?”
“Just wait,” I say, and then bend down to kiss him with all of the passion I have inside, so feverishly that he moans against my lips.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he whispers.
“No, I’m going to fuck you,” I murmur, grinding down on him.
He cups my ass, pulling me up against his erection. I hold myself off from him, even though I can feel him hovering close to my entrance. I fist his hair, covering his neck with kisses. He cups and kneads my breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs.
I slowly push down, ever so slightly, onto the thick blunt head of his glans. His breath hitches, and he bucks up to try to push himself inside me.
Still I hold him off.
“It’s my show,” I whisper, looking down at him with a sly smile.
“Christ,” he groans. “Are you trying to kill me?”
I can feel him quivering just inside my entrance, but I keep my legs locked so he can’t drive in any farther.
I tighten myself around his round mushroom cap, and he inhales, gazing up at me with hooded, desire-drenched eyes. Then I move myself sensually, slowly, so his rock-hard cock slides slowly between my slick labia. Still I won’t let him enter me.
He groans again, this time more loudly, and tangles his hands in my hair.
I arch my back and lock eyes with him, still moving slowly so his dick slides up and down between my slick lips. I’m the wild woman he wanted, the sexy beast unleashed…and I’m only just getting started.
His breathing is labored, and his eyes are rolled back. He grips my waist and tries to enter me. His thick cock presses upward, inching in farther, and finally I give him what he wants.
I drive down onto his long, thick shaft, gasping at the feel of him piercing my soft tissues. So good!
“Sweet Jesus!” he yells, gripping me tightly and lifting his hips to thrust upward.
I press my hands on his firm pecs as I drive down on him. He’s buried to the balls, and I’m about to lose my mind with the pleasure of feeling him so deep inside me. He has never felt this good. I toss my hair and growl, writhing on top of him, savoring the feel of him sliding in and out through my drenched canal. Our bodies slap together, and our breathing comes out in pants.
He gazes up at me with a primal, glazed look in his eyes. I can feel him swelling thicker inside me, expanding my sensitive tissue with his girth.
“Abby,” he groans.
The pressure builds. I grit my teeth as I feel my body begin to tremble with the beginnings of an orgasm. With his every hard thrust up into my body, I let out a carnal moan. This seems to turn him on even more, because his pace quickens. He’s spearing me, driving up into me so hard and fast that my breasts bounce and roll. I meet his every thrust, gasping.
“God, yes!” he bellows. Sweat dots his brow. His jaw clenches, he grips my waist tighter, and then I feel him pulse inside me. He releases his seed into my body with a carnal roar, every muscle on his face and neck tensing.
I completely lose myself in the moment. The climax hits explosively, sending me into another world. My loud cries fill the air, mixing with his deep groans. I feel my inner walls hungrily tightening and pulsing around his shaft, milking every last drop from his body.
He gives one last thrust, and then shudders in final release.
I collapse on top of him as the last tingles leave my body. “That was the best orgasm I ever had.”
“Me, too,” he says. “It gets better every time, if that’s even possible.”
We’re both breathless and spent. Finally, I sit up and look down at him. A soft breeze whips my hair around me. He’s still inside me, our bodies still joined. I don’t ever want him to leave.
He smiles up at me. “My wife,” he whispers.
“My husband.”
He tangles his hands in my hair and gazes up into my eyes with a look that takes my breath away.
“I love you, Abby,” he says huskily. “I’ll love you forever.”
Tears fill my eyes. “I love you, too.”
I bend to kiss him, and then he pulls me into an embrace that I know will last a lifetime.
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