shoulder blades. Running his hands down her smooth back he says, “Waking up next to you is such a beautiful dream.”
“You didn’t just wake me to tell me that, did you?” Dahlia mumbles into her pillow.
“No, babe.” Shane runs his tongue over her ear and bites her earlobe, sending a pulsing vibration down Dahlia’s spine.
Bending down over her ear, he says in a low voice, “Mavericks.”
Dahlia props her head up with her elbow, now completely awake. Shane admires her naked body, his sleeping cock growing hard.
“A friend just texted. Waves are gonna be gnarly today.” He flashes her a mischievous smile.
“You can’t be serious,” she says. “You said you’d stopped surfing those since that crazy wipe-out.” Dahlia reaches out a finger to trace the scar below his collarbone. She shudders when she recalls how frantic she felt when he was rushed, unconscious, to the emergency room that day.
Shane catches her finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking on it hard until she gasps, moisture pooling between her legs.
Dahlia lays back on the bed, her body filling with lust for him as he hovers over her, planting a gentle kiss on her expectant lips before moving down to her wet cunt.
Shane draws up one leg over his shoulder to give himself greater access to her pussy. Dahlia begins to knead and massage her tits, pinching her nipples as fire courses through her body. He continues to devour her, thrusting and wiggling his tongue inside her aching snatch. She pushes his mouth away before she completely loses herself to him again.
“What’s wrong, D?” he asks.
She smiles down at him seductively and licks her lips as she pushes him onto his back. “This time needs to be mutual.”
Dahlia straddles him, sitting near his face, and takes his waiting cock into her mouth, lubricating it with her tongue.
“Oh yeah,” he moans. “This feels incredible.”
Dahlia continues to suck his hard dick, licking and tickling as she goes.
Shane begins to pant as she moves her tongue over his sensitive skin, the head of his cock reaching the back of her throat. He grabs and massages her ass, finally sticking his tongue back into her soaking pussy.
Dahlia sits back up to enjoy the feeling of being completely consumed by him. He reaches up one hand to play and pull on her hard nipples, pushing their desire for each other higher and higher. She bends down to take him into her mouth again, feeling close to her release. Her head moves up and down furiously, sucking and teasing the tender flesh on the underside of the head, finally grazing it with her teeth.
“Fuck, D. I’m gonna come,” he groans.
Dahlia keeps going as Shane bucks up his hips, ramming himself further into her mouth. He pushes a couple of fingers inside of her, bringing her closer to the edge. Her body begins to tremble, Shane continuing his ministrations over her clit. Two more strokes with her tongue and he finally releases himself into her, his warm cum shooting down the back of her throat. Dahlia swallows as she sits back, enjoying the exhilaration of the moment.
Shane gently moves out from under her and wraps his arms around Dahlia. “I’m yours forever. Para siempre , babe,” he whispers into her ear.
Dahlia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, allowing the words to mark her heart.
Chapter 29
Shane pulls a pair of binoculars out of the glove compartment and hands them to Dahlia.
“What are these for?”
“To watch,” he says casually, climbing out of the car.
“You said you weren’t going out there,” she replies, crossing her arms as he untethers a few surfboards.
“I’ll be on a boat. I need to be up close to watch the riders.”
Dahlia takes in the scene. The Mavericks competition was several weeks ago, but the large swells will still draw crowds until the end of the season. She shakes her head. She could never understand the appeal.
“D,” Shane calls out.
Dahlia turns around to see Shane standing next to a tall,
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