Blackmail

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on?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I think you know I have feelings for you. I don't understand why. You are a beautiful girl, gentle, sweet, but we barely know each other. You have cast a spell over me.”
    “I'm as confused as you are.” Emotion lowered her voice to a husky whisper.
    He drew her closer, wrapped his arms around her, lowered his head and crushed her lips with his. Their tongues tangled and twisted, grazed against teeth.
    She wound her fingers in his hair as he ran his hands up her sides and followed the curve of her breasts.
    They drew apart, breathless.
    “Let's head back.” Gabe's voice was abrupt.
    Avery stayed where she was as he strode off. What had she done wrong? He stopped and turned toward her.
    “Are you coming?”
    She stayed where she was. He moved back to her.
    “Why are you angry?”
    He pulled her back against his chest. “Sweetheart, I’m not angry. I’m fucking scared. I’ve never in my life felt so strongly about a woman and I’ve only known you a couple of days. It terrifies me.”
    “I'm sorry.”
    “Sweetheart, it's not your fault. Come on.” He grasped her hand and led her back to the cabana.
    Avery dropped into a lounge while Gabe opened the cooler. “Cola, Lemonade, Orange Juice, Beer?”
    “Orange juice please.”
    He handed her the bottle, grabbed himself a beer and dropped onto the lounge alongside her. He took a mouthful and set the bottle on the floor before standing and removing his t-shirt.
    Avery almost choked on her orange juice. The man was ten times sexier than she had imagined. “W..w..what are you doing?”
    “I'm going for a swim. You don't have to join me if you don't want to.”
    She was speechless. Gabe had peeled off his shorts and boxers. Fucking hell, he is amazing! Her eyes greedily roamed his body as he took another mouthful of beer. Even limp, his cock was enormous. She felt her face heating.
    He started from the cabana toward the beach. The cheeks of his perfect ass rose and fell as he moved away.
    Avery thoughtfully sipped at her juice and made a decision. I want him and fuck the consequences.
    She peeled off her dress, slipped out of her panties, unfastened her bra and threw them all onto a cushion. She then followed his steps to the water.
    Gabe glanced up and thought he was seeing things. Framed by the moonlight a naked, and very beautiful, Avery headed toward him. Her breasts bounced ever so slightly as she walked. He wanted to bury his head in her cleavage, suck on her nipples until they beaded and swelled. His eyes drifted over her body as he crouched in the water. His dick flinched and stood up, despite the cool water, when he noticed her hairless mound. How was he gonna keep his hands off her?
    Slowly she entered the water and stepped over to him.
    He stood and walked toward her. “Changed your mind?”
    “I want you. I don't care about commitment or promises, I just want you. Tonight. Now.” She boldly moved closer, pulled his head down and planted her lips against his.
    Gabe knew he was gone. He had tried hard to be noble but to hell with it. He wanted her too. Wanted her like no other woman he had ever known.
    When they moved apart, she noted the smoldering passion in his eyes. They were both breathless and wanting.
    Without a word, he led her back to the cabana.
    ****
    Gabe grabbed a towel and gently rubbed Avery's body dry. As he did so he caressed her with his lips, placing light kisses everywhere. Her knees grew weak. Her eyes closed eyes and she groaned.
    He dropped to his knees, placed a hand on her ass and pulled her mound to his mouth. She gasped. He was going to put his mouth on her pussy. She tried not to react, no-one had ever touched her down there.
    Gabe spread her trembling legs, held her close with his hand on her backside and spread her folds with his other hand. She was already wet and when he caressed her with his tongue, he tasted her sweet, but salty, nectar.
    Her blood heated, she was on fire. Her legs were

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