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Authors: Selena Blake
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thoughts and smiled at him. He would keep her safe.
“Excellent.”
He’d created his own bucket list. She couldn’t believe it.
“Let me help you.” He held out a hand as she waded into the surf.
She watched his instructions and let him help her on board. “Don’t we need… lifejackets or something?”
“You’re immortal aren’t you?” he asked with a devastating grin. Waist deep in the water, he got her settled onto her Jet Ski and went through the motions again. Safety cord. Throttle. Steering.
There was an unmistakable knot of tension in her stomach. He must have noticed how quiet she was.
“Don’t worry.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll protect you.”
He hopped onto his ski like he’d done it a thousand times. Who was this handsome werewolf who said all the right things? He clipped the safety cord to his shorts and started the engine. His confidence eased her tension. As long as she didn’t think about how big the ocean was or all the scary things in it, she’d be okay. Right?
He revved the engine and took off. She could do this. She had to do this. To prove to herself that she could.
She squeezed the seat with her knees, let out a little squeal and hit the gas slowly. It felt odd to be gliding over the water, using the handles to increase the speed and steer. Very different from driving a car, but it didn’t take her long to get the hang of it and soon they were zipping around the island, laughing and splashing each other beneath the stars.
A good ways out, past the end of the island, he stopped and turned off his machine. She slowed and circled back.
“Next time I’m putting my hair in a ponytail,” she called as she stopped next to him.
“Let me help with that.” He reached over and tucked her hair behind her ears and then pulled her into his lap.
He silenced her squeak of alarm with his lips. “Was this on your list?” he asked.
Making love on a Jet Ski? No. She wasn’t that imaginative.
He had the straps of her swimsuit down, revealing her breasts, in two seconds flat. Despite the breeze and water clinging to him, he warmed her with his hands and mouth. Laying her back over his arm, he feasted on her breasts.
I can’t believe this is happening. The words repeated over and over in her mind, dulling only when he sucked on her nipples. The sharp pleasure/pain blacked everything else out.
“Maxim --”
He kept at it. Cupping her breasts, holding them up so he could devour them. The gentle pulls of his lips brought flood after flood of moisture between her thighs. For endless moments, the whole of her existence was focused on those two singular peaks that brought her so much pleasure.
How had she never realized how sensitive her breasts were? How much pleasure her nipples held? A gentle tug with his teeth brought her shoulders off the seat and a cry echoed across the water.
“Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes!” Who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
He laughed. Who indeed?
Even though they bobbed in the water, one wrong move away from swimming with the fishes , Maxim maneuvered them with ease. Shocking ease.
“I’ve never done this before, so get that thought out of your pretty head.”
She blushed.
He pulled her suit to the side, tested her readiness and shoved his trunks down just far enough to extract his cock. Then, there on the Jet Ski, he gave her another orgasm that left her weak in the knees. And she was pretty sure her shout of ecstasy was probably heard back at the hotel, but it didn’t matter.
It was a sex resort, after all. No one would notice another shout of completion.
Ceara was limp as a noodle and in no form to man her own Jet Ski. Maxim kept her snuggled against him and charted a course for the shore.
They pulled up in front of the hotel, where the night was in full swing. Ceara was a little embarrassed to have departed with two Jet Skis and return with only one. But, she reasoned, for all any of the onlookers knew,
“Excellent.”
He’d created his own bucket list. She couldn’t believe it.
“Let me help you.” He held out a hand as she waded into the surf.
She watched his instructions and let him help her on board. “Don’t we need… lifejackets or something?”
“You’re immortal aren’t you?” he asked with a devastating grin. Waist deep in the water, he got her settled onto her Jet Ski and went through the motions again. Safety cord. Throttle. Steering.
There was an unmistakable knot of tension in her stomach. He must have noticed how quiet she was.
“Don’t worry.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll protect you.”
He hopped onto his ski like he’d done it a thousand times. Who was this handsome werewolf who said all the right things? He clipped the safety cord to his shorts and started the engine. His confidence eased her tension. As long as she didn’t think about how big the ocean was or all the scary things in it, she’d be okay. Right?
He revved the engine and took off. She could do this. She had to do this. To prove to herself that she could.
She squeezed the seat with her knees, let out a little squeal and hit the gas slowly. It felt odd to be gliding over the water, using the handles to increase the speed and steer. Very different from driving a car, but it didn’t take her long to get the hang of it and soon they were zipping around the island, laughing and splashing each other beneath the stars.
A good ways out, past the end of the island, he stopped and turned off his machine. She slowed and circled back.
“Next time I’m putting my hair in a ponytail,” she called as she stopped next to him.
“Let me help with that.” He reached over and tucked her hair behind her ears and then pulled her into his lap.
He silenced her squeak of alarm with his lips. “Was this on your list?” he asked.
Making love on a Jet Ski? No. She wasn’t that imaginative.
He had the straps of her swimsuit down, revealing her breasts, in two seconds flat. Despite the breeze and water clinging to him, he warmed her with his hands and mouth. Laying her back over his arm, he feasted on her breasts.
I can’t believe this is happening. The words repeated over and over in her mind, dulling only when he sucked on her nipples. The sharp pleasure/pain blacked everything else out.
“Maxim --”
He kept at it. Cupping her breasts, holding them up so he could devour them. The gentle pulls of his lips brought flood after flood of moisture between her thighs. For endless moments, the whole of her existence was focused on those two singular peaks that brought her so much pleasure.
How had she never realized how sensitive her breasts were? How much pleasure her nipples held? A gentle tug with his teeth brought her shoulders off the seat and a cry echoed across the water.
“Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes!” Who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
He laughed. Who indeed?
Even though they bobbed in the water, one wrong move away from swimming with the fishes , Maxim maneuvered them with ease. Shocking ease.
“I’ve never done this before, so get that thought out of your pretty head.”
She blushed.
He pulled her suit to the side, tested her readiness and shoved his trunks down just far enough to extract his cock. Then, there on the Jet Ski, he gave her another orgasm that left her weak in the knees. And she was pretty sure her shout of ecstasy was probably heard back at the hotel, but it didn’t matter.
It was a sex resort, after all. No one would notice another shout of completion.
Ceara was limp as a noodle and in no form to man her own Jet Ski. Maxim kept her snuggled against him and charted a course for the shore.
They pulled up in front of the hotel, where the night was in full swing. Ceara was a little embarrassed to have departed with two Jet Skis and return with only one. But, she reasoned, for all any of the onlookers knew,
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