Page 87 of Silver Fake

I moan, my body quivering with his words. I might climax from his words alone if he keeps talking like this.

John presses the palm of his hand against my lower abdomen, pushing my hips back down, and then he lowers his mouth to my sex. His tongue is like the perfect combination of soft and stiff. He works my clit, making circles with his tongue. My hips jerk again as he licks up my sex. I'm shaking so hard, right on the edge of my climax, and he pulls his mouth away for a second. I look down, and his eyes lock on mine.

"Come, baby," he says.

Ripples start making their way through me, his mouth is on me again, and he sucks my clit between his lips.

I scream, gripping the blankets on either side of me as my sex spasms, my climax erupting on his tongue. My hips lift, and I ride his tongue, moving my hips with him. He grabs my things and buries his tongue deeper, swirling my clit repeatedly until my body starts to calm down, and I stop shaking at full speed.

The bed dips, and I force my eyes back open, watching him crawl up my body between my legs. "Mmm," I moan as his cock presses against my sex, but that's all I get out before he kisses me. I put my arm around him, wanting to keep him here forever, and I open my mouth to him, moaning around his tongue as I taste myself on him.

I break out a kiss and trail my lips along his jaw to his ear. "I want you. Now."

His head drops to my shoulder for just a second, and then he shifts up on his knees.

His hands run down my body, and I move against his touch, reveling in the sparks I feel as his finger glides over my skin. When he gets to my hips, he grips them and lifts my ass up just a bit.

I cry out as he presses inside. Everything is so sensitive, and I can feel every ridge as he pushes into me until he's buried with his hips flush against my body.

"You feel amazing," he says, leaning back over me.

He kisses me, taking my mouth. Our tongues work together, caressing each other, and he moves his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and move, needing to feel him deeper. Breaking our kiss, he runs his move over my jaw and kisses me just beneath my ear, grazing his teeth over my hyper-sensitive skin.

He whispers in my ear, "I want to feel you come all over my cock, baby."

"Oh, yes," I moan, my head pushing deeper into the pillows.

Our hips move together as he makes love to me, filling me again and again. Pleasure is building side me, fast and strong, and I run my hands over his shoulder and drag my nails down his back. My body trembles when I hear him grow under my touch.

My body starts to fly, my pleasure spiking inside me. We are both breathing so heavily that the sound seems to echo inside the room. "John," I sigh.

"That's it, baby," he says. He presses his lips to mine. "Come for me."

He moves his hands to the bed on either side of me and thrusts harder and deeper than before. My body lurches up, our hips slamming into each other. The climax building within me erupts and crashes into me, sending me over the edge.

"Oh!" I cry out, and John captures my cries with his mouth, continuing to pump into me as my climax makes me shiver as wave after wave rips through me.

"Fuck," he groans against my mouth. He moves his hand down my hip and thrusts inside me again, even deeper than before and he stills inside me and I feel his cock swell as his own orgasm hits.

After a moment, he rolls to the side and pulls me against him. Both of us breathing hard with our hearts pounding. He brushes my hair off my face and kisses my lips sweetly. I smile at him and press my hand against his chest, over his heart.

"I love this," I say.

John smirks. "Me too."

I laugh. "That too, but I meant this." I press my hand over his heart a little harder. "I love your heart. I love you."

He presses a slow, tender kiss to my lips. "I love you so much. I can't wait to spend every day with you, showing you how much."

"Me too," I smile at him.

I'm surprised as he rolls over and gets out of bed, but then he holds his hand out to me and I let him help me up.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

He tugs my arm and pulls me against his chest, making me laugh. "I'm getting started showing how much I love you by taking care of you in the shower."

"Oh really," I say, with a chuckle.

He kisses my cheeks, then my collarbone on each side, and then kisses my lips again. I can't stop smiling; he looks at me, and I love the smile I see reflected at me.

"Yes," he says, wiggling his brows. "Then I'm going to take care of you on the couch and maybe back in the bed one more time before we go to sleep to rest so we can do it again tomorrow."

"You're crazy," I say.

He gave me a big, loud, smacking kiss. "I'm crazy about you."

Before I know it, he picks me up and carries me to the shower, with me laughing the whole time. When I woke up this morning, I never imagined we would be here now, planning a life and business together, and making love in every corner of his room at the Barton Beach Hotel, but this day couldn't have turned out any better.

I know it probably won't be smooth sailing, but I also know he's worth all the waves in the ocean, and I can't wait to ride them with him. It seems strange, but I feel like my life, the life I was always meant to have, is finally starting today with John, and I can't imagine anything I want more.