between their lips.
He took her hands and pressed them against the tile over her head before letting his mouth taste her jaw, her neck, her chest. She was succulent, ripe. He could devour her.
She hitched a leg up around his hip and rocked into him. He let go of her hands and grasped the backs of her thighs, lifting her. Both of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her fingers plunged into his hair, pulled his lips back to hers as he entered her. She slid up and down the wet tile wall with each of his thrusts, tearing her lips away to let out a breathless cry.
Alistair couldn’t believe how easily she gave herself over to him, how simple it was for her to open her body and soul to him. He could love this woman so deeply, but he had to admit he missed the way she—Black Betty—challenged him. Even when Bethany had given in to him and they’d admitted their feelings, she’d still been somewhat guarded. If he hadn’t known it then, he sure as hell knew it now with the way she was stripped bare to him, literally and figuratively.
God, she was beautiful and seemed so innocent even if he knew she was far from it. The way she moved with him, steady and gentle until she was so far gone in her craze for release, she took over and became a sex-possessed fiend. That was his new challenge from this flower, this delicate rose Bethany. To make her into an animal.
Alistair spun them away from the wall and opened the shower door, stepping out onto the rug and lowering her onto the edge of the vanity. He placed her hands behind her. “Lean back. I want to watch you.”
She lowered to her elbows and arched into him letting her head fall back. “Go faster and I’ll give you a show.”
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, opening her wide. “Touch yourself,” he said, and began thrusting fast and shallow, hitting the perfect spot on her upper wall.
Her fingers stroked and rubbed between her slick folds, circling faster as her breathless pants turned to moans. “Yes,” she whispered. “Alistair, yes! Oh, God!” Her body shook and her circling fingers slowed as he dove into her deeper, pulling her closer and leaning over her body to get as far inside her as he possibly could. Her muscles clenched his cock, pulsed around him, made it impossible to hold back any longer.
“Fuck. Bethany…” He nuzzled his face into her neck and let the world fall away.
THIRTEEN
It was blazing hot. Bethany was sweating and the sun was burning her skin. She wished she’d brought sunblock.
She was having fun though doing the touristy things in Cozumel and forgetting everything but her time there with Alistair. They were walking around the Mayan ruins at San Gervasio where the moon goddess, Ixchel, had been worshiped.
“The Mayan women had to make a pilgrimage here once in their lifetime,” Alistair said. He was seriously into the history of the ruins. “They made a sacrifice to Ixchel.” He pointed to the top of the big pyramid. “The idol was in there. It was hollow and made of clay with a secret door that the priest would enter and answer questions. The people really thought Ixchel was talking to them.”
The thought of sacrifices made Bethany a little queasy. “What did they sacrifice? Please don’t say humans.”
He shrugged. “Sometimes, but mainly birds and small animals.” He pointed to a small covered stone hut type of structure with columns. “The Mayan ruler of Cozumel lived there.
He took her hands and pressed them against the tile over her head before letting his mouth taste her jaw, her neck, her chest. She was succulent, ripe. He could devour her.
She hitched a leg up around his hip and rocked into him. He let go of her hands and grasped the backs of her thighs, lifting her. Both of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her fingers plunged into his hair, pulled his lips back to hers as he entered her. She slid up and down the wet tile wall with each of his thrusts, tearing her lips away to let out a breathless cry.
Alistair couldn’t believe how easily she gave herself over to him, how simple it was for her to open her body and soul to him. He could love this woman so deeply, but he had to admit he missed the way she—Black Betty—challenged him. Even when Bethany had given in to him and they’d admitted their feelings, she’d still been somewhat guarded. If he hadn’t known it then, he sure as hell knew it now with the way she was stripped bare to him, literally and figuratively.
God, she was beautiful and seemed so innocent even if he knew she was far from it. The way she moved with him, steady and gentle until she was so far gone in her craze for release, she took over and became a sex-possessed fiend. That was his new challenge from this flower, this delicate rose Bethany. To make her into an animal.
Alistair spun them away from the wall and opened the shower door, stepping out onto the rug and lowering her onto the edge of the vanity. He placed her hands behind her. “Lean back. I want to watch you.”
She lowered to her elbows and arched into him letting her head fall back. “Go faster and I’ll give you a show.”
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, opening her wide. “Touch yourself,” he said, and began thrusting fast and shallow, hitting the perfect spot on her upper wall.
Her fingers stroked and rubbed between her slick folds, circling faster as her breathless pants turned to moans. “Yes,” she whispered. “Alistair, yes! Oh, God!” Her body shook and her circling fingers slowed as he dove into her deeper, pulling her closer and leaning over her body to get as far inside her as he possibly could. Her muscles clenched his cock, pulsed around him, made it impossible to hold back any longer.
“Fuck. Bethany…” He nuzzled his face into her neck and let the world fall away.
THIRTEEN
It was blazing hot. Bethany was sweating and the sun was burning her skin. She wished she’d brought sunblock.
She was having fun though doing the touristy things in Cozumel and forgetting everything but her time there with Alistair. They were walking around the Mayan ruins at San Gervasio where the moon goddess, Ixchel, had been worshiped.
“The Mayan women had to make a pilgrimage here once in their lifetime,” Alistair said. He was seriously into the history of the ruins. “They made a sacrifice to Ixchel.” He pointed to the top of the big pyramid. “The idol was in there. It was hollow and made of clay with a secret door that the priest would enter and answer questions. The people really thought Ixchel was talking to them.”
The thought of sacrifices made Bethany a little queasy. “What did they sacrifice? Please don’t say humans.”
He shrugged. “Sometimes, but mainly birds and small animals.” He pointed to a small covered stone hut type of structure with columns. “The Mayan ruler of Cozumel lived there.
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