After dessert, Caz leads me out of the guesthouse and toward the beach. We kick out of our shoes, sending them flying across the sand, then I tug the hem of my dress up to walk along the black sand.
The sand sparkles beneath the cool moonlight, glittery silver specks that remind me of a shattered mirror. The ocean’s waves gently crash in the distance, and I walk to shore, letting the cool, dark water run over my feet when I reach it. Caz meets at my side, standing so close I can feel the heat of his body. He smells like expensive cologne and bloom. The cologne reminds me of mahogany and smoked wood.
I start to say something, but he tips my chin with his fingers and drops his head, kissing me ever so slowly. The kiss is gentle, applied with minimal pressure, and with the drinks swimming through my veins and the desire I have for him, I sink into the kiss, dropping the hem of my dress to slide my hands over his shoulders.
I curl my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, and he releases a guttural groan, picking me up in his arms. He stumbles forward until my back bumps against one of the jagged rocks, and I moan as he shoves the fabric of my dress up to my hips. Our lips tear apart so he can unbutton his pants and lower them just enough to pull his hardening dick out, and when he does, he pushes my panties aside and buries himself into me. I clasp his face in my hands again as our lips collide, pressing and parting, gasps escaping. The rock scrapes my back, but some of the satiny fabric from my dress blocks whatever pain it tries to bring.
“I can’t believe I have you,” he whispers on the crook of my neck. “Can’t believe you’re mine. How have I gotten so lucky?”
“It’s not luck,” I breathe. “It’s destiny.”
He grins, his beautiful teeth gleaming in the moonlight, and his smile is so infectious I smile too. He finishes in a heated few minutes beneath the burning stars, pulling out with a grunt and coming on my belly. Then, with ease, he whips out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the puddle of cum away, then drops my legs so I can stand straight.
Lowering to his knees, he shoves my dress up just enough to put his head beneath it.
“Caz,” I giggle as his mouth grazes the front of my thigh. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, he’s pulling my panties down completely, forcing me to step out of them, and when I feel the hotness of his tongue sliding through the lips of my pussy, I gasp. He shoves one of my legs up and rests it over his shoulder to get a deeper taste, his head still beneath the dress, moving carefully.
“Oh…fu—” My breath hitches as he eats me with ferocity, like this was the meal he’s waited for all night—like this is what he’s wanted to do to me since he laid eyes on me before dinner—and I throw my head back, staring up at the indigo sky.
This is my life now.
This is happening.
This man is mine, and damn, did I hit the fucking jackpot.
It doesn’t take me long to finish. With several coaxes of his tongue lapping around my clit, and his grip tightening around my waist so he can bury his hot tongue deeper into my pussy, I’m tipped right over the edge. I cry out his name, my nails digging into the rock next to me.
He doesn’t stop right away. He waits until my body has relaxed, licking ever-so-slowly, before pulling his head out.
When he’s standing upright, he holds the panties up with a smirk, his lips glistening from my wetness, and says, “Suppose these are mine now.” He tucks them into his pocket.
“You’re such a…”
“A what?” he asks, cupping one side of my face and planting a kiss on the corner of my lips.
I’m not even sure what I was going to say. He’s all man, he’s bold, he’s loyal, and he’s mine.
“You should taste yourself,” he rasps on my mouth, then he’s pressing his lips to mine, spreading them apart with his tongue. I moan, and a heated pulse blossoms between my thighs, as if he weren’t just there mere seconds ago.
Love of Vakeeli, I want him all over again.
