Page 56 of Wild Mistake
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I like the sound of that.” He cups my jaw and searches my eyes. “You aren’t too tired?”
“Seriously?” I shove away and swim toward the rocks. Angry tears gather in my eyes. I shouldn’t have told him. He’s going to treat me differently now that he knows. He’s going to make me feel less than.
“Fuck.” He swears, catching up and wrapping his arms around my waist before I make it far. “I’m sorry, Sarah.” He kisses along my shoulder, then nips at the flesh. “Forgive me.”
“If I say I’m fine, don’t second guess me.” I’m still annoyed, but the anger deflates with each kiss he presses to my skin.
“Won’t happen again.” His hand wraps around my body and cups my sex. “I promise to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You won’t be able to forget how it feels to have my cock inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back and pressing my ass against his cock.
“Can I fuck you like this? From behind?” His fingers stroke my clit, rubbing lazy circles around my swollen nub. His other hand bands around my body and squeezes my breast. “God, Sarah. You’re so hot. You make me fucking wild.”
I understand the feeling. Tipping my head back, I roll it to one side to give him better access to my neck. He presses hungry kisses along my wet skin, his fingers never halting their ministrations. In this position I’m at his mercy. I don’t have to move. He’s in total control. I like it.
“I don’t have a condom.” He groans, thrusting his cock between my thighs. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“I’m clean.” I reach back and grab his dick, lining him up at my entrance. “And I can’t get pregnant.”
“You sure?” His voice is tight, as if it’s taking everything to not thrust forward. “I don’t want to pressure you. We can wait. We can do other stuff.”
“No.” I wiggle my ass. “I’m good if you are.”
“Fuck,” he growls against my skin, sending goose bumps across my flesh. It’s the only warning he gives before he enters me.
My breath catches.Oh, fuck me.
With most of our bodies covered by the warm water, I’m weightless. I let go of the worry I’ve carried in the past. The only thing that matters is pleasure. Both mine and his. It’s hard and rough. Hot and heavy. There are no languid kisses. No drawn-out pleasure. Just two people fucking to the finish line.
It’s exactly what I asked for. My body hums with satisfaction, his guttural grunts fueling my desire.
“Fuck, Sarah.” He bites my shoulder, then soothes it with a kiss. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Don’t stop.” I want him to use me. To fall over the edge and find his release the way he made me come earlier. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Fuck, baby.” The sound he makes is almost primal. His hips slam against my body. Once. Twice. His body shudders.
Then he slips.
The balance we found from the resistance of our bodies evaporates in an instant.
“Fuck!” Aiden swears, but it’s the last sound I hear as I fall face first into the water.
It’s not deep. It’s not even scary. I’m more shocked because I wasn’t expecting it.
“Sarah.” Aiden yanks my face out of the water. “Fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He wipes the strands of hair from my face and searches frantically. “Are you okay?”
His concern is genuine. It’s sort of sweet if a little over the top.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. Did you even come?”
“Before you tried to waterboard me?” I grin.
His eyes widen.
