She did that cute, hot as hell, little giggle, the one he’d never heard until he’d had her under him. He’d told himself it was his and his alone, and he kind of loved that. Wrapping an arm around her tiny waist, he dragged her closer, and hooking the other under her ass, hauled her up. His mouth was on her the next second. “So fucking perfect,” he murmured against her lips. “A perfect, feisty, sexy little package.” Made just for me. Somehow he managed not to say the words out loud. Just. But he felt them, Christ, did he feel them, right down to his marrow.
He lifted his head a fraction. “As nice as it is out here in the water, the condoms are in my jeans pocket and if I don’t get inside you in the next sixty seconds, I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”
She flung an arm toward the small beach behind him. “To the blanket, Jeeves!”
He chuckled. “You want me to carry you?”
“Of course.” Her hand was back on his cock, between their slippery bodies. “If you put me down, I’ll have to let go of this most exquisite piece of man meat. I don’t think either of us wants that.”
She gave him a squeeze and tug, and his knees almost buckled.
“Good point.”
He waded back in and as soon as they hit the blanket, he went down to his knees. Reaching for his jeans, he sucked one of her glistening nipples into his mouth at the same time, unable to help himself. Lucy arched in his arms, slick thighs spreading, cradling his hips.
“Quickly.” Her voice was breathless and husky.
Just the sound of that need, for him, had his balls drawing up tight. He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on, feeling the same urgency that she was feeling. Then he was sliding inside her. “Shit, baby, can’t get enough of this, the way you feel wrapped around me.”
In response, she arched into his deep thrust, lips parting on a throaty moan. Then they were moving together, slipping and sliding and grinding. Shit, he felt out of control, lost to the woman beneath him, but then she shoved him to his back and everything changed in a way he knew he was never coming back from. Her wet skin fucking shone, those cherry-tipped, perfect handful-sized tits bouncing, begging for his mouth—and he was lost. Nothing, nothing, ever had or ever would top the sight of Lucy naked, riding him outside at one of his favorite places in the world. This place would never be the same. It was altered forever.
It was their special place now—his and Lucy’s—and he knew in that moment he would never come there with another soul for as long as he lived.
He dug his fingers into her hips, reveling in the way she rolled against him, the sight of her abdominal muscles flexing as she moved, head dropped back, lips parted. He could feel water drip from the tips of her wet hair onto his thighs and fuck knows how, but it added a whole extra erotic element that had him close to blowing the hell up.
“Look at me, Lucy.” He needed her eyes on him, needed it in a way he didn’t understand. She looked down, lids heavy with lust, teeth sunk into her lower lip. Shit. He reached up, curled his fingers around the side of her slender throat, and drew her down, kissing her hard and deep as he jerked his hips up to meet hers. His other hand went between them and he slid his thumb over her tight little clit.
She pulled away from his mouth on a gasp, eyes drifting shut.
“Open. Keep your eyes open.”
She blinked, eyes locking with his and he watched as she flew apart on top of him, her cries echoing around the lake. It was the sexiest, most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.
When she dropped down on top of him, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her nice and wide, and thrust back in, pounding into her. Lucy dug her fingers into his ass, the other hand sliding up his back, fisting his hair, yanking him down for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He slammed deep, a wild sound tearing from him. His hips moved on their own, thrusting and grinding, fucking into her. It wasn’t until he was almost spent that he realized Lucy was coming again, her tight pussy squeezing down on him. Somehow he managed to keep his head up so he could watch her, sliding against her while he did, making sure her clit got the attention she needed.
Finally she went lax, arms sliding away down by her sides so only her fingers were grazing the sides of his ass.
“You killed me,” she murmured. “Just…fucked the life right out of me.”
Her eyes were closed and he couldn’t help but kiss that soft mouth again. He was goddamn obsessed with it, with her taste, the feel of her tongue against his. “You complaining?” he said against her sweet-as-candy lips. They were keeping it light, when what they’d done was anything but fucking. Lucy knew it, too, and he got the feeling that was the real reason she had her eyes closed. If she looked at him, he’d see the truth and he knew she’d see the same in him.