It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was hard, demanding, and possessive, borne out of years of pent-up frustration and tension, but Rachel matched me inch for inch. She tugged on my hair in return, her tongue tangling with mine and her little moans going straight to my cock.
"Is this what you want?" I pinched her nipple through her bikini top. That fucking bikini.
My eyes nearly fell out when she'd walked past in her get-up earlier , and I was glad she'd never worn it to the beach. If she had, I'd have to kill every fucker who laid eyes on her, and there were other things I'd rather do on vacation…like take my sweet time exploring every inch of her luscious body.
"Hmm?" "Yes." Rachel arched into my touch. "But more. Please." I groaned. Definitely the death of me. I gave her another hard kiss before I hooked her legs around my waist and carried her out of the pool and up the stairs to her room.
