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Sandi pulled away suddenly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it very much,” Donovan replied his voice rumbled and she shivered. “Now it’s my turn.”

He cupped his hand around her neck and brought her hard against his mouth. Her kiss was tame compared to what his mouth did to her senses. With every fierce lick of his tongue past her teeth, the way he pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed up against him, Donovan made her want and her body pulse with desire that was so palpable it was in her every breath.

Their lips were inches apart and with each word his breath was on her lips.. “I want to fuck you right now. Will you let me?”

A man who used dirty words like fuck—it excited her. This wouldn’t be the kind of lovemaking she was used to where it was scheduled in right after dinner and clothes were folded neatly in a chair. It would be raw, hard, and forceful, and without any of the hesitation from before. Her lips formed the word…yes.

“My house is just over this dune,” she whispered as his lips roamed down her neck.

“No, baby, right here, right now.”  Her eyes widened when he smiled at her, a slow, sexy smirk that promised so much with no words.

“Right here?” she gasped.

He stood and plucked her from the blanket, strode over to his hummer, and deposited her on the hood. He kissed her hard. “No, right here. Now kiss me like I’m your last breath before the waves take you under.”

Those were the last few words he said before his lips descended on hers and she lost every train of thought. He was right. It was like she was drowning.  He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she did the same to him until their lips were dueling and twining together. If he took a breath, she didn’t know it. All she could hear was each gasp as she took air in, all the while trying to immerse herself in each sensation.

He touched her and cupped her breasts though the thick sweater. With a growl of frustration, he pulled away and whipped it over her head, throwing the soft cashmere to the sand. With deft fingers, he unhooked the bra she wore and filled his hands with her breasts.  There was no hesitation before he took one of the nipples deep into his mouth, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby, I like that sound,” he said roughly. “God, I feel like I want to just sink myself inside you. Your skin is so smooth like freaking dark chocolate.” He gave a husky laugh. “I have thought about touching you, tasting you each time you passed my way.. I’ll make you scream before the night is through.”

Donovan pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion and went back to her breasts.  He loved one nipple and then the next. The sounds he made were of raw enjoyment, a lion devouring it’s prey with abandon. Her legs were around his waist and she could feel the hood of the car against her back still warm from his drive. Her hand caressed him and each muscle of his back contour and bunched under her touch.

“You smell like the sea, like it’s a part of you,” she said, and bit his shoulder.

“Ah, baby, yes,” he muttered.

His hands were at her shorts and he pressed kisses on her stomach while he brought them down her legs. With his lips still on her stomach, he worked at his own pants and pushed them down his legs. When he pulled her against him, Sandi went willingly into his arms, excited to feel everything he was offering. She was getting drunk off his kisses.  This time, when she wrapped her legs around his waist the heat of his skin on her thighs, she couldn’t help but rub against him. Donovan moaned and reached between them so his cock was now on her stomach. Their tongues tangled from his mouth to hers. His hands touched her with abandon as if he was learning every dip and curve of her body. With each fevered caress, the dull ache inside her built to a pounding roar.

“More,” she said impatiently.

Sandi was rewarded when his hand slipped between them and rubbed her clit. She bucked as sensations rocketed through her and her head fell back with a soft cry.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered against his lips.

“Not yet, baby. I’ve wanted you too long to rush this.” Donovan smiled down at her. “I want to see your eyes as I touch you.”

He filled his hands with her breasts. She could feel the calluses on his hands that had formed from working the ropes of a boat for many years. Now they brought texture brought pleasure pressed against her skin. With each caress, and when he plucked at her nipples, they caused such a pleasurable friction. Donovan lowered his head and gently bit her nipples. She clutched at his head and moaned his name. That was not enough. He made her want to scream with his teasing.  He pushed her legs from around his waist and sat her higher on the hood of the hummer. Donovan press a kiss onto her pussy before his tongue probed between the folds of flesh, and she almost fainted.

He growled and raised his head. “God, you taste so damn good. I knew you would.”

Donovan pressed his mouth against her again, sucking the bud of her clit between his lips before dipping his tongue inside her. She moaned and moved beneath his mouth onslaught. He fucked her with his tongue and played with her clit until it was beyond madness. There was something building inside her, starting at her toes and flushing her body with heat. Sandi couldn’t help writhing against his mouth, begging for more then pleading for him to stop. It felt like too much, then again, she wanted more.

“Its so good—make it…oh God, more, Donovan!” She cried out.

His fingers spread her and he plunged one of the long digits into her moist snatch. That was all it took. The insistent pressure of his finger working in and out of her pussy combined with his mouth sent her over the edge and spiraling into her orgasm until she screamed.

“Sandi, I love how you tremble when you come.” He kissed her and she could taste her own essence on his lips.

“I want to taste you, make you say my name,” she whispered. “Let me please you.”

“Then take my cock in your mouth,” Donovan demanded.

She scrambled off the hood of the car until her feet buried in the sand.  Sandi laid her hands against his chest until it was now he who leaned against the hummer.  She pressed her lips down his body and heard him moan when she reached his rod and took it into her palm. She gave him a quick look before she filled her mouth with it.

“Oh hell,” he muttered, and buried his hands in her hair.

His body strained against her lips and he pushed herself deeper between her lips.  Sandi took as much of him as she could, moaning at the taste and feel of him while she loved him with her mouth. The taste of his pre-cum was on the tip from his arousal. He pulled her up roughly and brought her to him for a fevered kiss.  She could feel him rock hard between them.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Donovan lifted her and laid her on the hood. The tip of his cock against her pussy before he buried himself to the hilt, and he harshly groaned her name. He more than filled her and when he began to move, she lost all reason again. With each stroke of his cock, each time his thighs flexed as he entered her with tempered force, Sandi wanted to scream his name. She held on to this shoulders, dug her nails into his back as the need forced its way through her entire being.

“Take me hard. Please, take it all!” She cried out in earnest, meeting his every thrust with building anticipation. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”

“Open your eyes. I want to see what I do to you. I want to see your eyes when you come,” Donovan said. “You’re mine, always mine. No one else will touch you after this.”

He grated the words out as he pounded into her body, deeper with every thrust, pushing Sandi to a blinding orgasm. He made claim on her body in more ways than one.

“Oh yes, no one else!” she cried out.

He grabbed her hair and wrapped it tight in his hand. “You’ll be my lover. You’ll touch yourself and think of me while I watch. I’ll take you so high, baby, each time, and your pleasure will always be my first concern. You want that, don’t you baby? To be mine.”

“Yes!” Sandi screamed.

His words flowed over her and merged with the feel of him fucking her. With his hands tangled in her hair she met his dark green gaze. Her body exploded and shattered in ecstasy while he watched and only then did he let go.  His thrusts became frenzied. The look on his face was a mask of pure bliss. He slid deep into her wet pussy and pulled out suddenly. He pressed his rigid length, wet with her own juice, against her stomach and pulled her tight against him. Donovan rubbed against her soft skin, making sure his manhood was trapped between them. With each glide of his cock against her skin, she felt his hot come against the flatness of her tummy while he groaned her name against her breasts.

They stayed trapped like that for the longest of minutes before she spoke. “My back door is unlocked. Do you want to make a break for it? Our clothes are filled with sand.”

“So you’re saying we’ll run nude to your house.” His voice was filled with amusement. “Why, Ms. Dowell, how very mischievous of you.”

“I think I like being naughty.” She winked and as he let her go, she ran for the house.

“You’re ass is amazing!” he yelled.

She looked back to see him grinning before gathering up her blanket and all their clothes and following behind her. Sandi opened the door and skated into the kitchen out of breath, and leaned against the counter just as Donovan came in behind her.

“Race you to the shower,” she said, and moved again, her feet leaving grains of sand on the hardwood floor.

“When I catch you, Sandi, you’re in trouble,” Donovan warned.

She was hoping for it as she heard his footsteps following her along. Sandi found she liked trouble…very, very much.

* * * *

The days progressed to the end of June and the summer got hotter. So did the romance building between her and Donovan. He was always at her place, or he would come home to his own house on the island and find her sitting nude in his bedroom waiting for him. Sandi found she liked being naughty a lot.  It was more than the sexual encounters they shared. She and Donovan were forming a relationship that connected them in ways she didn’t know could exist. They were two different people from two different backgrounds, yet they shared more common grounds than most.

She loved hearing about his life and work and the things he had seen throughout the years. He’d even taken up to reading some of her young adult novels and asking where she got her motivation. She wanted to tell him that her new novel was solely based on him. He was the pattern that built her crime fighting boy who lived on an island and solved its mysteries. The story took him and his three friends on a boat and, of course, a trusty dog companion. He would see it soon enough when it was released, because in the weeks they spent together, Sandi had fallen madly and completely head over hells in love with Donovan.

With Independence Day looming in the horizon, they planned to spend it on the beach and watch the island festivities together.  Right now, they sat across from each other eating a dinner that she had made… Yes, he had even taught her how to cook. While they talked and ate quietly, it was more than comfortable. It was home, and it was that way because of him.  She wiggled her eyebrows at him comically and Donovan laughed out loud.

“Come here.” Donovan held out his hand to her and Sandi took it.  He pulled her to sit on her lap and she twined her arms around his neck.

“You created a nice ambiance,” he whispered, and his breath tickled her ear.

The sensation caused shivers to run through her. “I’m an incurable romantic, what can I say?”

“I’ll take you just the way you are.”

“Hmm, I think I feel  kinda the same way too.” For those teasing words, she got a nibble on her earlobe. “Oh well maybe if you keep that up I will change my mind or I have already.”

“Don’t you forget it; I’ll have to spank you if you do,” Donovan said before nuzzling her neck.

“Oooh, I get spankings now?”

“Maybe, if you’re nice.”

“I thought you liked me naughty?”

He growled low in his throat, a predatory sound that always made her tingle in all the right places. She turned into the circle of his arms, looked into his eyes, and saw the desire there plus so much more. They hadn’t said the words “I love you” yet, but she could see it in his eyes and feel it in his every touch.  Knowing that brought her infinite satisfaction.

Sandi cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose. Donovan took it one step more. The kiss they shared was long and slow. He nibbled at her bottom lip gently. He kissed each corner of her mouth as if she were a fragile, precious treasure before plundering it with his tongue. Sandi, now bold in her intimacy, was not going to be denied her taste. The kiss went from a gentle search to a passionate duel. Their tongues met and parried, mated and withdrew, each trying to give and to take more. Donovan won by holding her face between his strong fingers and taking his prize. His other hand slid down her body over the soft texture of her cotton sun dress.  He slipped his hand beneath the dress and cupped the smooth skin of her thighs.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” he said.

“I feel the same way,” Sandi replied. “Cone to bed.”

She got up and he laced his fingers with hers as they walked silently to the bedroom. She had already prepared it with candles, casting a soft glow around them. She faced him, her hands ran up his chest across the material of his shirt, and she wrapped them around his neck. 

Their lovemaking was always so fierce, like the eruption of a volcano. Tonight was  different. A new kind of something was being built. It was sensual and romantic, and they took the time to feel each other’s pleasure.  They undressed each other slowly. Her cotton dress fell to the floor in a whisper and she heard the buckle of his belt as his jeans hit the floor. His lips moved from her neck to her breasts, licking one slowly and teasing the other by just rubbing his hand lightly over the tip.

Donovan’s lips nibbled around the other edges before deeply taking the smooth globe of her breast in his mouth. Sandi gasped with pleasure at his warm lips enveloping her breast. His mouth was doing delicious things to her body and she failed to notice through the passionate haze he created in her mind that they had moved closer to the bed.