Sugar on the Edge(50)

I felt it. He felt it.

It was beautiful and scorching, and I’m terrified over what it all means.

Gavin starts moving inside of me, luxurious strokes, and I can feel him branding every inch of me. He holds my legs spread, still standing flat-footed on the floor but leaning over me to get just the right angle. He hits me deep, over and over again. His movements are measured, his pace quickening. I note the way the muscles on the side of his neck strain and the lines of tension around his mouth tighten. His brow furrows inward, but his eyes look pained with the need to release.

He fucks me harder… faster, angling his body over me so he’s tunneling down and in, back out again, then oh so deep once more.

It’s beautiful, it’s freeing, it’s everything I ever wanted from a man before, but never really knew existed.

Gavin surprises me by moving his arms under my lower back, raising a knee to the bed, and lifting me slightly. He moves his entire body, cradling mine with it, and laying me back down into the middle of my mattress. His hips never miss a beat, continuing his rhythm. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me while he fucks me. His tongue moves slower than the beat of his cock within me, and I’m so overwhelmed by sensation that I miss the rumbling climax start in my center once again.

It pulses over me, through my body, and my legs come up to wrap around Gavin’s hips. He goes harder… impossibly hard, and I cry out as I become lost in a sea of pleasurable release.

Gavin thrusts forcefully into me… one last time, raising his body up, supported by his palms flat on the mattress. He looks directly at me, goes absolutely still, and whispers, “I’m coming, Sweet. I’m coming just for you.”

Then he shudders hard and squeezes his eyes shut. His arms give away and he falls on top of me, his hips now shallowly pumping between my legs as he groans into the hair on the side of my head.

“Just for you,” he whispers again before he goes completely still and lets out a huge breath of air against me.





Savannah drives the Jeep a little uncertainly… timidly, and I’m convinced we’re going to get stuck in the soft sand as she maneuvers the vehicle onto the beach. We had borrowed Casey’s Jeep, and I was shocked to learn that she had been in her bedroom the entire time I was fucking Savannah, who was apparently not concerned with screaming the house down.

I smile as I watch the way she tentatively hits the gas, urging the Jeep along a path of tire tracks that had been laid before us. When we were in her bed together, her boldness came through. The second time we went at it, she surprised me by taking the lead, coaxing me back to life with her soft hands and equally soft lips on my skin. She pushed me onto my back, rose above me… settled down over me, and I was in heaven. She led the entire way and as I looked up at her while she pumped me to nirvana, I was amazed by the sexy confidence that shone in her eyes.

Yet, Savannah is still softy sweet and unassuming in other aspects of her life. When we were finished, and our heart rates came back under control, I suggested we go for that drive. She hesitantly asked me, “Can I take you to see the wild horses on Corolla?”

“Why so shy?” I asked her with a grin as I nipped at her lip and ran my hands over her breasts.

She moaned lightly and didn’t say anything.

I lifted my head and looked down at her. “Why wouldn’t I want to go see the wild horses with you?”

She shrugged and lowered her gaze. “I just figured maybe you had other things to do.”

Oh, sweet Savannah. She fucked me like there was no tomorrow, milking me dry while she gyrated with abandonment on top of me. She forced me to come, even though I tried to hold back so I could prolong the exquisite pleasure, and when she finished me off, she turned shy on me.

It was fucking adorable.

“Let’s go see your wild horses,” I told her and kissed her softly. “Then we’ll go eat lunch, then I’m going to take you back to my place, and I’m going to fuck you again… and again.”

She blushed prettily, and then we got dressed.

“You see the fencing that extends into the ocean?” She points out to the right as the Jeep lurches and groans over the quickening sand.

I look over to see thick, wooden logs—a foot in diameter—rising up vertically, extending out into the ocean. The waves crash against them, and I see the flash of metal rungs hung in between them to make a barrier through the water.

“It’s so the horses can’t leave this protected area,” she says and then points back over her shoulder to the road we just left. “There is cattle grating behind us. They won’t walk over it, so they keep contained to this part of the island.”