Here’s a yummy excerpt:
On deck, Ocean spread out a beach towel for her. The strange sexual confidence of a few hours ago returned and Helena shot Ocean a seductive smile as she made her way to the blanket. There she stretched out on her back, arms above her head, one knee bent, coyly hiding her sex.
Ocean lay face down beside her, and for several moments they simply basked in the sun like the sated beasts they were.
“Oh no, I forgot sunscreen.” Helena sat up, peering at Ocean through the dark glasses he provided. “Do you have any?”
He opened one eye and gave her a slow once-over. “I’ll get some.”
Helena lay back and waited. When Ocean returned, there was a thickness to the air around him, and the tense set to his shoulders told her their play was about to begin again.
Ocean straddled her hips, forcing her bent knee flat. “Give me your right arm.”
Helena lifted and extended her arm as Ocean poured sunscreen into his palm. Helena shivered as he placed hands coated in cool sunscreen on her wrist. From wrist to shoulder, he worked the lotion into her skin, the scent of coconut strong in the heated air.
When he finished, Ocean carefully replaced her arm in its position above her head and started in on the other, giving it the same treatment.
He left no part of her body unattended, swiping fingers over her cheeks, nose and forehead, kneading her upper chest, causing her to squirm as he massaged her ticklish belly.
When every inch of skin above her waist was covered, save her breasts, Ocean leaned down and blew on her nipples. His breath, like the air around them, was hot and so had no effect. With a disapproving noise, Ocean grabbed the bottle of sunscreen. Holding it upside down, he squeezed and a large dollop of the still-cold cream landed right on her nipple.
Helena yelped. The sound cut off as he gave the other peak the same treatment.
One large palm covered each breast, pressing the cold into her skin. Her nipples beaded up hard and Ocean rumbled with pleasure. His fingers slid through the creamy pools melting down her breasts and plucked on the hard buds.
“Oh yes, yes, yes. Do that again.”
Ocean obeyed, pinching the flesh between his fingers and lifting. Coated as they were, the pebbled tips slid through his fingers, forced between the viselike pressure of his fingertips. When first the right and then the left peak finally slid from his grip with a pinch, Helena moaned in pleasure, her fingers wrapped around his forearms, nails digging into him.
Slowly he worked the sunscreen into her breasts, kneading the soft mounds, molding and shaping them with hands rough from his work. When the lotion was gone, he repeated the nipple pinch, the hold now lasting longer as her body had absorbed much of the sunscreen. As he squeezed hard and lifted her breasts away from her body by their tender peaks, Helena’s hips moved helplessly beneath Ocean.
“Ah, ah, ah, gorgeous, stay still, I’ll be down there soon.”
Beyond words, Helena nodded, her hips stilling as her nipples slipped free of his pinching grip.
Ocean flipped around, still straddling her belly, presenting her with a view of his wide golden back. Hands once more filled with sunscreen lifted each leg, working the lotion into her skin, not missing one inch, from the soles of her feet to the outside of her hips. As he lowered her legs he bent them at the knee, so when he was done they fell open, mercilessly exposing her sex.
Please, touch me, she thought, touch me and please me and make me whole. Make it dirty and sweet and lovely.
Ocean finished smoothing lotion up the inside of her thighs. His hands inched closer and closer to her sex.
Finally he placed four fingertips along each lip of her sex and carefully separated them, exposing her soft pink core.