Unseen Messages(130)

His hand disappeared down my back, ripping open the Velcro of his board-shorts and shoving them down his hips.

“Oh, my God. What are you doing?” I spun in his arms. The vast ocean spread behind him, the sunset losing its final vermillion glow as it extinguished on the horizon. “Stop it.”

He smirked, his fingers dipping to my core and sliding my bikini bottoms to the side, exposing me in the cool tide. “I won’t stop, and I would’ve thought it was obvious what I’m doing.”

Trying to wriggle from his arms, I looked over my shoulder. “Pippa and Conner might see.”

“So what?” Galloway captured my lips, swallowing my complaints as he slid one finger inside me. The coolness of ocean and probing heat of his digit unravelled me.

His tongue entered my mouth at the same leisurely pace, making me pant as my hips ignored my refusal and rocked on his hand.

His lips turned up beneath mine. “I see you’ve decided to stop fighting?”

I shuddered as he inserted another finger.

“You had me this morning.”

“So?”

“You had me last night, too.”

“I ask again...so?”

“Do you ever put that sword of yours to bed?”

He chuckled. “Sword? Oh, Stel, my sword never sleeps. In fact, it’s desperate for a sheath and wants to come home to you.”

His fingers slid from my body, replacing with the urgent pressure of his cock.

I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his hips. “This is so inappropriate.”

Galloway licked my neck. “How? Pippa and Conner went in from their swim. They’re probably having a snack and playing checkers or something. They won’t be watching. Not that they can see us now the sun has set.”

“They can too see us.” My mouth parted as the crown of his erection slid just a little bit inside me.

My fingers dove into the long hair on his nape, twirling and tugging with demand. For all my verbal disapproval, my body submitted completely.

“Even if they can see, they’ll only see us embracing in the water.” He kissed me again. “We’re chest deep, Stel. What goes on below the water is none of their damn business.”

He thrust up, entering me in one slick slide.

“Oh...” My body folded in his embrace as my legs tightened around his hips. “God...why does that feel so good?”

“Why?” His lips circled my ear as his hands cupped my breasts, shoving aside the bikini triangles and pinching my nipples. “Because you were made for me and we fit perfectly. Nothing will ever feel as good as it does when we join.”

He’s right.

Not that he needed to hear it. His ego was big enough as it was.

I stayed glued to his front as he fondled me. He thrust up again, sending water rippling around us.

Sparks and fireworks detonated from where we joined, radiating down to my toes.

I shuddered. “Oh...do that again.”

“Do what?” His hands left my breasts, clamping on my hips. “This?” His hips jerked, impaling me right to the base of his cock. My clit rubbed against his belly and stars twinkled behind my eyelids.

“Yes...oh, yes...that.”

He stood motionless; my body throbbed for more. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I didn’t know if it was from having covert sex or the night breeze that always sprang up after dusk.

Either way, I wanted Galloway to warm me. I needed him.

Bowing my head, I bit his shoulder. “More.”

“More?”

“More...”

He thrust but only slightly, teasing me to the point of insanity. “I think you’re forgetting the magic word.”

I raised my head, staring into his velvet blue eyes. Somehow, they matched the dusk-lightened sky and I swore comets glimmered in their depths. “What magic word?”

He smirked, his hips rocking in time with the sea current. “I think you know.” Grabbing the back of my neck, water cascaded down his arm, flowing off his elbow. “I want you to beg.”

My eyes widened as he kissed me. His teeth nipped, his tongue slinked, and any decorum I had melted from my mind.

I moaned, rocking on his body. “Please. Please give me what I need.”

“Again, Estelle. Beg me.” Our lips never unsealed—speaking, kissing, loving, conversing.

One arm went around me, while his other imprisoned my hip, holding me in place. With each plea, he thrust harder until ripples became splashes and we drove into each other with ferocity.

“Please...yes...oh, God. Yes.”

He never stopped kissing me. He knew me so well that the moment I climbed up the slippery slope of release, his pace increased in time with my panting breath.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Christ, Estelle.” His nose nuzzled my wet hair. “I love you. Come for me. Please, come for me.”

The friction of his lower belly on my clit and the overwhelming fullness of his cock inside ignited the dynamite in my blood.

I lost sensation of the water cradling me. I lost consciousness of who I was. All I recalled was that Galloway was inside me...just like it should always be.

I came.

And came.

And when my final crest vanished with the fallen sun, Galloway grunted and pulled out.

His forehead scrunched and his agonising groan as he came brought tears to my eyes.