Page 95 of Shades of Loyalty
I notice his own smile as we both leave the parking lot, walking towards the sandy beach.
The comforting sound of the waves helps me relax instantly. My eyes are focused on the water, amazed by how the water reflects the light of the moon.
The sounds of the huge city we’ve been spending our time in is slightly quieter but still audible. This part of the beach is secluded, and dark. It’s perfect for Daniel and me.
All we want is peace and quiet. No interruptions, no other people. Just us, the cold wind, the sounds of the waves mixing with the city.
It’s perfect for us.
When I look at Daniel for a moment, I catch him staring at me. I smile, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “You’re staring, Daniel.”
Suddenly, he stops walking, yanking my body towards him. I gasp at the sudden move, staring up into his brown eyes. What was—
He grabs my face, kissing me roughly. His lips are moving against mine. When I moan softly, he uses it to his own advantage, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I melt into his arms, forgetting about the cold of the windy weather. My body feels hot enough whenever he touches me to completely forget about everything else that’s going on.
I grab his hair, refusing to let go of him. I’m guessing he feels the same, as he suddenly grabs my ass, squeezing it gently.
A gasp escapes my mouth. “Daniel—”
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
My cheeks heat up. Fuck. “Right here? Right now?”, I ask, not believing him, but wanting to tease him.
He grins, his hand sliding down beneath my legs. “Fuck, yes. Right now. Right here. I wanna spread your pretty pussy and fuck you while we enjoy the beach.”
Fuck, he makes my cheeks heat up with his words. I look around, realizing there’s nobody nearby. But still, we’re in public. We can’t do this. Right?
“I…” I try to search for the right words, but I can’t seem to find them.
“Are you down?”, he whispers into my ear. I bite my lip, nodding gently.
I know we shouldn’t. I know someone could see; we could get caught within seconds. But I need this. I need him.
Both of us are in desperate need of feeling a thrill which isn’t gonna kill us. A thrill which makes us feel alive, yet is harmless.
After all the shit that has been going on, doing something like this is something weneed.
“That’s my good girl”, he whispers, kissing me again. “Get down on your knees.”
I listen to him, getting down on my knees, ignoring the sand which gets my jeans dirty. It doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is him.
Before he tells me what to do next, I take the initiative and undress him, taking his cock into my hands and rubbing it.
He groans quietly, looking around to make sure nobody’s coming. I can feel the heat puddling between my legs, eager for us to finally feel connected again.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s been quite a few days since I realized that we’re not only sexual. I think we both know that by now.
But regardless, he turns me on like no one ever did before. Not just because he’s hot—although, he is.
But also because he makes me feelsafe.
No one has ever made me feel as safe as he does.
I got a subtle reminder of how much he’s into protecting me when I slid his pants down earlier. Even now, when we’re at a beach, he carries a gun with him.
“Fuck”, he groans when I gag on his cock, “Good girl. Just like that.”
