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lips with my finger. “Let’s see, I haven’t had sex in about a year.” His brows shoot up. “I know, it’s shocking.” I run my hands over my breasts and cup them through my dress. “Who wouldn’t want to have a piece of this, right?!”
    His hair loosened from the ponytail he was wearing as he hit the bed. It’s fallen over his forehead. His brows are hidden beneath it. But he nods, as his eyes follow my hands.
    “I can’t imagine how that’s even possible.”
    I lick my lips and lean over him. “Me either. And I really do enjoy sex.”
    He groans. “If you want to talk, fondling your tits and leaning over me is not the way to have a coherent conversation, Rayne.”
    I laugh. I can’t help it. I decide we can talk later.
    Leaning over him again, I grab his large hands and place them on my breasts. He stares at me, but waits, unmoving. “I don’t want to talk right now. I want to feel .” I lean down and kiss him.
    He immediately flips me over and covers my body with his. His leg is between my thighs and he’s kneading my breasts. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me, I throw my head back and moan loudly. My moans excite him as he grabs the top of my dress and pulls it down. My breasts are exposed to the warm, humid air. He releases my lips and captures one erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard and bites it with his teeth. It’s slightly painful, but as soon as it stings, he laps at it with his tongue and soothes it. My head is thrown back and my hands are buried in his hair as he concentrates on first one and then the other nipple. Thank God the beach is empty because I’m loud.
    My panties are so wet, they’re uncomfortable. Pulling back so fast I startle him I’m able to slither out from underneath him. I smile mischievously as I stand up. He looks at me with desire and apprehension. He watches as he rolls over onto his back. I can see how hard he is through his linen pants. I want that. Grabbing my dress from where it’s gathered around my waist, I pull down and catch the panties at my hips. Both pool on the sand. I’m naked before a man I don’t know, on a beach. I don’t care. I want him.
    He stares. His eyes travel the length of my body, stopping on my hips and the apex of my thighs before moving up to my breasts. He blinks and stares into my eyes. Then, he smiles and crooks his finger at me.
    My feet respond to his unspoken demand and I climb onto the bed. He holds his hand up to stop me. I wait.
    He kneels and cups my breasts. They are not large, but they fill his hands nicely. He trails his knuckles over my chest and across my nipples. My back arches and thrusts them more fully toward him. I’m still on my knees facing him. His hands trail down my sides and stop at my hips. They trace my hip bones before moving to the top of my moist curls.
    I’m holding my breath.
    He chuckles. “Breathe.”
    I let out the breath I was holding and his fingers brush through the curls. My eyes cross from the simple touch. How can someone with such a commanding presence be so gentle?! I don’t want gentle. I want to be taken.
    I open my eyes and see him watching me. Without warning, he slips a finger inside to his knuckle. I widen my knees to give him better access.
    “Do you like this?” he asks as he slides it in a little deeper.
    I moan out, “Yes…”
    He adds another finger. “What about this?”
    I open my legs wider and moan again. I nod.
    “Say it.”
    “YES!”
    He adds a third finger. It pulls a little, but he thrusts them in and out, stretching me… Filling me. My eyes are rolling back from the pleasure pain. “Ohh, yes.”
    He stops.
    Opening my eyes, I glare at him. “Don’t stop. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum. Dear God, make me cum.”
    He stares into my eyes as he starts to finger fuck me furiously. I can’t hold them open. The sensation is too much with him watching my face as I ride his hand and he fingers me. It’s been so long