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  He began to drive into her harder still, pulling his orgasm to him, wanting to experience the peak of rapture with her. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’m going to come with you.”

  “I want you to kiss me when you come,” she breathed, her orgasm spooling up, the thought of them climaxing at the same time exciting her.

  “Yes,” he whispered, her words puncturing him like an arrow. “I’m going to come,” he said as he began to pound into her, pushing against his orgasm, holding against the tide of pleasure as it threatened to overwhelm him.

  The moment her head began to tip back he took her lips, holding her head as he devoured her, loosening his control as she clamped down on him like a velvet vice. He continued to plunge into her, driving her orgasm on until he grunted, pushing in hard and deep as he spilled into her.

  He slowly pulled back from the kiss as he felt her relax under him, smiling as she giggled, a sound he was beginning to enjoy hearing. “That was nice,” she whispered then squirmed her hips. “I’ve never had anyone come in me before. I feel so…wet.”

  He kissed her softly as his breathing began to slow, and as he pulled back he her saw her grimace slightly. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said then raised up to kiss him quickly. “Still a little sore. Hold me?”

  He rolled off her and to his back, his own face twisting in momentary pain as his back and leg twinged him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice playful.

  “Yeah,” he replied then kissed her on the head as she settled at his side, an arm and leg thrown possessively over him. “Still a little sore.”

  She giggled and snuggled in a little closer to enjoy his warmth in the rapidly cooling room. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?”

  He kissed her on the head again. “Yeah, but it’s going to take more than a few aches and pains to keep me from fucking you.”

  She giggled then sighed, feeling the first tugs of sleep pulling at her. She’d enjoyed the slow and easy love making, and lying in his arms as the curtains slowly billowed and settled in the breeze. She smiled to herself. No…Saul won’t be quickly forgotten at all, she thought as she began the long slide into sleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  “How do I know what to order if there isn’t a menu?” Angela asked the next evening as they stood in a crowd waiting to get into Dilly’s on the Bay.

  “They’ll tell you what they’re serving today,” Saul replied with a grin. “Everything is fresh, so I don’t think they know day to day what they’re serving.”

  Angela nodded and snuggled in close to him as they inched forward. They would be next to be seated. Riviera was a quaint little place on Baffin Bay. It wasn’t full of yachts and expensive cars like the French Riviera, but it had a charm all its own. It was obviously a tourist trap, but she’d enjoyed wandering into the trinket shops all the same. She thought she’d been recognized a couple of times, but nobody approached her and she enjoyed the anonymity.

  After they’d explored the shops, they’d spent the rest of the day riding, hugging the coast when possible. During a fuel stop she’d asked where they were going and he’d shrugged and replied, “Where the road takes us.”

  They’d stopped for lunch on South Padre Island then ridden along the island until the road ended in a sand dune. They’d left their shoes with the bike and walked barefoot in the warm sand before returning to the bike and riding a different route back to their motel. They had done nothing all day except ridden when they wanted, stopped when they wanted, and walked when they wanted, and she couldn’t remember enjoying a day more.

  When they had arrived back at the motel, she’d tried to seduce him. Though his kisses and caresses were electrifying, he hadn’t succumbed to her charms. She couldn’t decide if it infuriated or delighted her that he could resist her, and his continued soft kisses and discreet caresses of her ass, had done nothing to cool her ardor.

  The hostess returned, did a double take at Angela, then escorted them to their table. The place was jammed with people, but nobody paid any attention to them as they sat. “Hello, I’m Chet. Today we have Baffin Bay shrimp, either grilled or fried, or locally caught Black Drum filets.” Chet continued on, listing several additional items, then waited for them to order.

  “What do you suggest?” Angela asked.

  “I’d go with the grilled shrimp or the Drum. They are both excellent.”

  “I’ll have the fish,” Saul said.

  “Then I’ll have the grilled shrimp and we can share.”

  As Chet moved off to another table, Angela leaned in and smiled. “I’m not nearly as sore today was I was yesterday. You know what that means.”

  “That you’ll sleep better?”

  She snickered. “I haven’t been having a problem with sleeping since the night you first took me to dinner. I’m looking forward to trying out our new freedom.” She leaned in closer and motioned for him to come close, then pitched her voice as soft as possible. “It was sexy as shit how wet I felt after you came in me last night.” She smiled at him wickedly then sat up. “I have plans for you tonight, mister.”

  He grinned. “Maybe I have some plans for you, too.”

  “Oh, God, I hope so.”

  ***

  After enjoying a meal of excellent shrimp and fish, terrific company, and her first experience with Peanut Butter Pie she was feeling relaxed and ready for some intimate fun. She’d been a big city girl her entire life and thought she liked the constant go, go, go of Los Angles, but the slower pace of south Texas was starting to grow on her.

  She stepped off his bike the moment it fell silent in the parking lot of the motel. She was going to have to go back to the grind in the morning, but with a ten am call, and only a two hour ride, she was going to make the most of this evening.

  They stepped into the room, and the moment she sat her helmet down, she melted into his arms. They kissed, slowly, erotically, until she pulled back with a soft sigh. “I needed that.” She gave him a sexy smile as she stepped back and reached for her buttons.

  “Let’s walk,” he said, taking her hands.

  She didn’t know what to make of his second rejection, and it hurt her feelings a bit. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just want to walk off dinner,” he said, giving her a grin.

  “Okay,” she said slowly. “You’re sure nothing is wrong? You’re not upset with me for some reason are you?”

  He pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss. “No. Nothing like that. Nothing’s wrong. I’d just like to enjoy a walk on the beach with you. Wouldn’t you enjoy a walk on a moonlit beach? I thought women were supposed to dream of stuff like that.”

  She grinned and relaxed. It did sound hopelessly romantic, something she didn’t expect from him. There was a lot more to him than leather, motorcycles and hard fucking, and he continued to surprise her.

  “So long as there’s nothing wrong.”

  “Nothing wrong,” he repeated.

  “Then I’d love to.”

  He toed his boots off and rolled up his jeans until they were high enough he didn’t have to worry about the cuffs getting wet while she removed her own sneakers.

  He took her hand and led her down the concrete path to the boardwalk that extended into the bay, then down a short flight of steps to the sand. They began to stroll along the beach, the sand soft and warm, walking away from the lights and into the darkness. The moon was full, or nearly so, and its soft glow reflected off the water. They walked in silence, hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company, a perfect movie moment, but it was real.

  As they moved farther from the lights of motel, and the town beyond, it became more magical. They walked to the water’s edge, the surf rolling over their feet as they skirted a grass-covered dune before walking farther back up on the beach.

  He looked around and smiled as he pulled her to a stop. They were between two large cordgrass topped dunes, which gave them plenty of privacy. He turned her and held her chin before taking her lips.
She melted into him, her kiss coming alive. They kissed deeply, their tongues engaged in an intimate dance.

  She pulled back from the kiss with a sigh. Goddamn, can he kiss! She tugged at his hand, wanting to start him walking back to the motel. They’d been walking for over an hour, and she wanted to get back so they could get started on the rest of their evening plans. “Aren’t you ready to start back?” she asked when he didn’t start moving.

  “No.”

  Again she felt a crushing disappointment come over her. “Are you sure nothing is wrong?” she asked, a creeping dread settling into her stomach.

  He smiled at the anxiety in her voice. “No,” he said pulling her back to him. He kissed her again, putting everything he had into the kiss, holding her tightly against him. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he breathed, his voice husky and ragged.

  “No,” she said, pushing at his hand as it slid inside her shorts while he kissed down her throat.

  “Yes,” he murmured as his lips traveled lower.

  She moaned softly as his finger pressed into her wetness. “Someone will see,” she gasped, tugging at his hand, but he pressed in harder, his finger brushing against her clit making her knees sag. “We can’t!”

  “Nobody will see,” he whispered as his free hand began to unbutton her shirt.

  “Saul, no…” He stroked her again, her knees again becoming weak in pleasure as she gasped. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back before he kissed her, his kiss so intense she moaned softly into his mouth. “I can’t…” she breathed as his lips left hers and began to kiss down her neck again. She grabbed his head and held his lips to her as he cupped her breast, flicking the nipple with a finger.

  Walking with her on the beach of Padre Island, he realized how badly he wanted to make love to her on the sand. Padre Island was too busy, especially during the day, but he knew that tonight, somewhere on the less traveled beach near the motel, he could probably find a spot they wouldn’t be disturbed. It had taken all his control to not ravage her as she tried to seduce him when they’d arrived back at the motel after their ride, but he’d found the spot he was looking for and now wouldn’t be denied.

  “I want you.”

  “Yes, but not here!”

  “Yes, here.”

  She moaned as he caressed her, his finger sinking deeper into her wetness. She pulled his lips to hers, nearly overwhelmed with need. They kissed, his finger sliding and touching, driving her mad with desire. “No, please stop! Someone will see!” she begged in a final desperate attempt to heed off what was coming.

  “No one will see,” he murmured into her neck, pressing firmly into her clit and holding the pressure.

  She moaned as she clung to him, afraid she would fall. She couldn’t stand it anymore. The thought of fucking him on this secluded beach, the whisper of the grass moving in the breeze, the water shushing into the sand in a lazy rhythm, the bright moon, it all combined into the most erotic experience of her life.

  “Oh, God, I am so going to regret this,” she said as she began to franticly open his pants.

  They quickly stripped, kissing and touching, unable to keep their hands and lips off each other. They tumbled to the sand, Angela turning to take him into her mouth as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and cinched her down tight. She was so turned on the moment his mouth touched her she could feel her orgasm begin to swell. She swallowed him, taking him deeper than any man before him. She tried to concentrate, tried to remember the things she learned, wanting to drive him as wild as she felt. He ravaged her, his tongue darting and probing, his lips tugging at her softly, and she moaned around his cock, unable to focus as pleasure poured through her.

  He hissed in pleasure as she caressed his cock with lips and tongue. What she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm. It was like their first time, when she’d come alive during their fucking, but better. “Come on! Shoot your fucking come all over me!” she snarled as she pumped him furiously with her fist before plunging him back into her mouth.

  If her mouth hadn’t been full of Saul’s cock she would have laughed. She couldn’t believe what she’d just said, what had popped out of her mouth without thought, but it made her feel wilder still. She could feel her orgasm coming, pressing in on her like a heavy weight, apocalyptic in its power. She fought it, pushed against the on rushing pleasure with everything she had, but it rolled over her, the pleasure as vast and deep as the ocean behind them.

  He felt her go stiff, her hand slowing to a stop on his cock before she began to shudder as she sagged into him, and still he battered her with his tongue, pushing her deeper into her pleasure.

  Her breath exploded from her in gasp. She’d come so fucking hard, unable to even breathe, she felt lightheaded. She lay still, Saul’s tongue and lips busy, but she was numbed, unable to do anything except lay across him, panting, as she waited for her strength to return. As strength flowed back into her she giggled, panted a moment, then giggled again. He’d given her an epic orgasm, and now she was going to make him come with her mouth if it took all night.

  She took him into her mouth again, and he could feel her relaxing into him as he continued to tease her. His sweet ministrations no longer seemed to affect her, so he slowed his kissing, allowing her to take a breather as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

  She smiled as she stoked him with her fist then plunged down his shaft again. He’d relaxed as she began to work him over after her orgasm, but he was anything but relaxed now, his kisses of her pussy frantic as he slowly pumped his hips. The knowledge she was going to make him come and his sweet, sweet, kisses were building her back up. There was no way she could come as hard as she had the first time, but she was damn sure going to come again. She’d thought after her gut-wrenching, mind-bending, face-melting orgasm she was done for the night, but Saul had risen to the challenge and she could feel another orgasm lurking.

  He was struggling to hold his climax, trying to focus on pleasing her, but Angela was a quick learner and her oral skills had improved even as they pleased each other here in the sand.

  “Fuck!” he growled. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come.”

  She continued to flick the tip of his cock with her tongue, something she’d discovered he liked, before plunging him deep into her mouth again. She wanted to take all of him, but he was too big and she was too inexperienced, but she was trying and had slowly been able to take more and more of him into her mouth. She felt him stiffen and she quickly pulled him from her mouth and slid down a bit, rubbing his cock against her breasts to keep stimulating him. He barked, a hard grunting sound of pleasure as he came on her, grunting and gasping with every pulse as she smiled in victory.

  “Shit! Stop!” he gasped as she continued to torment him, milking every drop from him while still rubbing him against her breasts.

  Her smiled widened as she turned and lay across his chest to kiss him deeply.

  “Fuck,” he sighed as she pulled back from the kiss.

  “Oh, we’re going to,” she breathed, rising off of him. He was still impressively hard and her smile spread wider still as she pulled him to his feet. They were sheltered from prying eyes between the dunes, but she wanted him to fuck her in the surf, her worries of being seen forgotten. As far as she was concerned, they were alone in the world. She led him down to the water’s edge where she dropped to her knees in the wet sand and took him into her mouth again. He’d begun to soften, but firmed up again nicely as she teased him with mouth and tongue.

  He pulled her off his cock and dropped to his knees, pushing her onto her back. He plunged into her, her gasp at his passage the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. The waves rolled in, some of them riding far enough up on the beach to wet her hair. She watched him, her eyes intense before she gasped and laid her head back, her hands on his arms as he drove into her with purpose.

  “You fuck me so goddamn hard!” she ordered, her voice hard and ragged. She wa
s working up to another orgasm, the warm gulf water lapping at her skin another source of pleasure.

  He began to drive into her harder, faster, the water splashing on his balls twisting him up. He smiled at her potty mouth, liking that she was letting go a little. “You like my big cock in your tight little pussy?”

  “Oh, fuck. God yes. Please, just fuck me!”

  He drove into her harder, watching her face scrunch as she began to breathe harder, her climb to the peak of pleasure exciting him. “Come on, baby. Let me see you come,” he breathed. He plunged into her, trying to pound her into the sand, until her nails bit into his arms painfully hard as her head tipped back with a soft moan.

  She was alive with pleasure as Saul fucked her on a desert island, nobody around for thousands of miles, just the two of them, making non-stop love all day and all night, nature providing everything they needed. She breathed out, returning to reality, smiling at him as he flung his head back with a gasp, then looked at her, his eyes intense. She giggled, thinking he’d come, but she didn’t feel his wetness and realized he hadn’t. But he would, she would see to that. She pushed him away then rolled to her hands and knees and presented her ass to him, being careful to keep her pussy out of the sand.