“I just love to watch you doing simple things.”

My hair fell free.

“This is not a simple thing to me,” he whispered, fingering through the tangled length with both hands. His gaze grew smoky as he focused on my lips. “It’s everything.”

He dropped his lips to mine, seeking entry with his tongue, tracing over my open mouth with great care. Both of his hands gathered up my hair and tugged, forcing me to arch into him, to offer myself.

“You’re everything, Brynne,” he whispered low, dragging his mouth to my throat, and then moving lower, over the silk of my dress to a breast. He zeroed in on my nipple and found it with his teeth, pinning it between two layers of fabric and his teeth.

“Oh…God.” I moaned into the sharp bite of pleasure. So heated by his touch already I was slipping fast. In a moment he had moved me into that place where I didn’t want to think about anything but the sensual journey he would take me on. He was so good at loving me—so good at everything. “You’re my everything, Ethan.” My own voice sounded breathless even to my ears.

I felt his hands pulling my dress up, and then the warm air meeting my bare skin as he drew it over my head. And it was off.

“You’re my goddess. Right here, right now…like this.” He pressed me back into the blankets and loomed over me, arms planted straight, penning me in, devouring with ravenous eyes. “Where to go first…” he muttered, “I want all of you at once.”

I didn’t care what he took first. Didn’t matter. It never mattered. Anything he did was what I wanted. What I needed in that moment.

I moved my hands to the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them.

He smiled wickedly down at me. Ethan loved for me to undress him. Loved to watch me suck his cock. Loved to watch his c**k penetrating me. Anywhere.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, abandoning it when it would move no farther because his palms on the blanket kept it trapped across his back, and started in on his trousers, growing frustrated when I was only able to push them down over his tight ass.

“My baby is frustrated…tell me what you want,” he commanded.

“I want you naked so I can see you,” I panted, moving my hands into his boxers to grip his rock-hard cock. Hard as bone and sheathed in velvet skin, I wanted that perfect part of him in my mouth where I could suck and stroke until he came apart because of what I did to him. “I want your cock. I want you.”

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, his eyes wild with need as he jerked his body up, shrugged off the shirt violently, and kicked off his pants and shorts in a vicious twist that left him breathing down at me with a look of raw, raging possession. “I love you so much.”

Ethan pushed up my bra and gripped both br**sts in his hands, dipping to suck the tips into sharp peaks that sent a path of molten heat straight to my core. I was completely ready for his c**k but knew I wouldn’t be getting it yet no matter how much I begged for it.

Ethan took charge of the pace.

Arching my back with his hands, he grappled with the clasp of my bra, detaching it easily, before flinging it to land somewhere on the beach. He growled in pleasure as he returned to my br**sts, teasing them relentlessly with his prickly whiskers framing the softest tongue that knew just how to suck and lick me into a frenzied bundle of desperate need.

His hand burrowed into the white bathing-suit bottoms I’d worn under my dress and found my sex with a claiming touch. “All mine,” he said forcefully, pushing a long thick finger inside me.

I arched into his hand on a cry when he curled his finger to find my sweet spot, bridging the gap between the clawing building of pleasure and the climax he’d made me want so desperately.

He did all of this to me in mere seconds.

“Ethan, please,” I begged.

His answer was to slide over my clit with his thumb as his finger worked my passage to a blinding orgasm. One that left me shuddering and trembling beneath him, winded for breath.

“Don’t look away. I still want your eyes on me after I’ve made you come,” he ground out. “I want to see your eyes flashing fire and your legs shaking when I’m inside you, making you scream my name.” His fingers stroked slower now, bringing me down from the drenching pleasure, utterly captive to his need to own me.

“I want to make you come.” I panted at him, taking his c**k in my hand and stroking up and down the velvet shaft, loving the sharp hiss he gave as I made contact.

“You will,” he promised darkly.

My bottoms were peeled down my legs and a kiss placed over my mound reverently. It was often the last gentle thing he did before things got really dirty and wicked. Almost like a final affirmation to let me know he loved me, and not to forget it when things got wildly primal. My raging sex god had a worrisome conscience, I’d learned. It only made me love him more, when he showed his care of me.

He need never worry though. I’d take him wicked or gentle…or any way.

Ethan rolled me to my side and turned his body opposite of mine, aligning us so my mouth could have his c**k and his mouth could have me. He lifted my leg and took his time kissing up the inside of my thigh, teasing slowly toward my sex as if it were a delicacy he wanted to savor.

I took his thick length in my hand and stroked him, adding the little twist at the top, knowing how it drove him wild. He groaned into my pu**y as I brought him into my mouth and closed around the wide crest of his cock. I drew him deep and slid my hand in tandem to match the rhythm I knew he loved. Suck…twist…stroke…slide.

I brought him along, relishing the tensing of his thighs and abdomen, the sounds and words he ground out, muffled by his lips pressed between my legs, building me up to my own peak until it all became just a swirling vortex of sex and pleasure impossible to describe in thought. We both got lost in the beautiful frenzy of finding our pinnacle together.

“So good…oh, f**k it’s so good. You suck my cock…so good, baby…” Ethan’s gasping moans brought me out of my own swirling pleasure enough to get my body moving.

I love sucking your beautiful cock. I scrambled around and knelt between his legs, taking his hard flesh very deep, in long sweeping sucks that bumped the back of my throat. I cradled his balls in my other hand and squeezed, feeling them tighten up in preparation to give me what I wanted from him.

“Fuck, f**k, f**k…I’m gonna come in your mouth. Brynne—” he choked out, jerking his hips in short bursts, f**king into my mouth. His hands gripped my hair in handfuls, holding me captive on his cock…as he emptied his hot male essence down my throat.