Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You’re insatiable,” he said, shaking his head. “I need food and water before you have me again.”
“I knew you couldn’t handle me.”
He grinned as he dished up lunch for me first and then himself.
“I can’t believe you did all this.”
“It’s our honeymoon. If I can’t be romantic here, then when?”
“I know the wedding is a means to an end and everything, but is it weird that it feels less and less . . .”
“Like we’re pretending?” he asked. “Maybe because we’re not.”
I leaned and placed a kiss on his arm. “If that’s the case, then I’m pretty sure we can get creative with lunch.” I kneeled up, stripping off my dress and bikini top.
Tristan looked me up and down and groaned before reaching for his t-shirt and pulling it off.
“Oh no, Mr. Dubrow. You said you needed food and water first. So, food and water it is.” I lay on the sand and placed a row of sliced fruit from my collarbone, between my breasts, over my stomach, and down to where my bikini bottoms started.
“You look good enough to eat, Mrs. Dubrow. Or is it Frazer-Dubrow. Did you decide?”
Before I could tell him I was keeping my own name, Tristan bent and took a bite of melon from my stomach, his tongue lingering on my skin and making it tingle. He moved up to the next slice and the next, then trailed his tongue between my breasts for some pineapple.
I clenched my hands at his breath on my skin and tried not to arch my back at the feel of his tongue. With his teeth he trailed a piece of cold melon from the center of my chest across to circle my nipple, toying with it and turning it hard and sharp.
“Hey, you’re meant to be eating,” I admonished him.
He swallowed the piece of fruit and began feeding on my breast, his teeth replacing the cold, hard melon. I shuddered and he gasped and sat back on his knees.
“I’m leaving you sticky,” he said. “That won’t do.” He retraced his steps back down my body, sucking and licking. I had no idea if it was the juice of the fruit he was after or whether he was just trying to drive me wild. He arranged himself between my legs, eating his way down, down, down until he reached my bikini bottoms. “I’m not quite done feasting,” he said, his breath hot over my sex. He rolled down the fabric and his tongue continued the trail down until it hit my clit. I couldn’t help but moan. I’d been left waiting too long. He chuckled and began to lick and flick and circle, my hips swaying as if trying to escape because the pleasure was just too much to bear.
His large hands grabbed the fabric of my bikini bottoms and stripped me of them in one swift movement before pinning my hips to the sand.
“You’re not going to escape.” He bowed his head and licked me from back to front almost perfunctorily, like it was a recce for a future mission. I almost came on the spot.
He chuckled. “Oh, Cream Puff. Not so soon.”
I tried to take a deep breath to push back my climax but it was as if I had rocks in my lungs and I was trying to race up a mountain. “Tristan.”
“I’m right here,” he said, before plunging his tongue into me.
I cried out and a growl of pleasure echoed from between my thighs, travelling like a wave up my body and down my limbs. His tongue pushed firmly up and down my folds and another burst of pleasure set off a tsunami of bliss, followed by another and another until I was crying out because I just couldn’t take any more. I thought I might just burst with how he made me feel. Just before I passed out, my orgasm ripped through me like a dam had burst and I reached for Tristan, needing him to hold me.
As I floated back down from my climax, he pressed a kiss between my collarbones, one on my neck and another on my forehead.
“You’re delicious,” he said as he arranged himself on the sand next to me and rested my head on his chest.
I didn’t have the energy to respond. My legs were boneless and liquid. My voice had been carried out to sea.
We lay like that for what seemed like hours until I became aware of the seagulls overhead. “I have my hearing back,” I said.
“And you’re talking. I was worried there for a while.”
“Me too. I thought maybe that was it for me.”
Tristan chuckled. “We should eat. There are wraps in the cooler. And we both need to drink.”
“I suppose,” I said, unmotivated to do anything. “I’m not sure I can move.”
Tristan went to retrieve some food and water and I managed to sit up and look around at the cove we were in.