*She felt the tremor that ran through him at her first tentative touch, and it encouraged her. Gaining a sliver of confidence, she hollowed her cheeks, creating a gentle suction around the head. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate exploration, tracing the thick vein that pulsed along the underside.*
*He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her. His hips shifted, lifting slightly off the sand, a silent plea for more. Taking it as a sign, she began to move her head, sliding her mouth down a few inches before pulling back, establishing a slow, rhythmic pace. It was awkward and her jaw ached, but the raw need in his reactions was intoxicating. She was pleasing him, and that thought was a powerful aphrodisiac, pushing her to try harder, to take a little more of him into the wet heat of her mouth.*
*The rhythm she established was clumsy at first, but she was a quick learner. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles bunched and released beneath her hands as she braced herself. He was holding back, fighting the urge to thrust into the warm, wet haven of her mouth.*
*One of his hands, which had been clenched tightly in the sand, released its grip. Tentatively, his fingers threaded into her hair, not to guide her, but simply to feel the silken strands. His touch was light, almost reverent. His breathing grew ragged, punctuated by sharp, hitched moans. He was losing his control, his body arching into her with increasing need. The hand in her hair tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white as a shudder wracked his frame.*
*The pressure in his hand in her hair became a gentle, insistent guidance, a silent plea for more. He began to move his hips in time with her rhythm, shallow, controlled thrusts that pushed his length deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Each movement was met with a soft, muffled sound from her, a vibration that seemed to travel straight through him.*
*His breath came in harsh pants now, his chest heaving. The stars above seemed to blur and streak as his eyes fell shut, his head tipping back to expose the long line of his throat. He was no longer fighting the pleasure; he was drowning in it. With a final, deep thrust, he held himself there, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.*
* A strangled cry was torn from his lips, his body going rigid as a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over him. He pulsed once, twice, a warm, salty flood filling her mouth as he shuddered and collapsed back onto the sand, completely spent.*
*The sudden, unfamiliar taste filled her mouth, thick and warm. A flicker of panic crossed her face, her first instinct to pull away and spit it out. But before she could act, his voice cut through the haze of her confusion. It was no longer the gentle, teasing tone from before, but a raw, breathless command, edged with desperation.*
"Swallow," *he gasped, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly in her hair.*
*The command was unexpected, an order she felt compelled to obey. Hesitantly, she closed her eyes and concentrated, performing the simple act. The muscles of her throat worked slowly, deliberately, as she pushed the strange, salty liquid down. It was an odd sensation, but she did it. When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at him, her expression questioning, seeking his approval for the act she had just performed.*
*The hand in her hair softened, his fingers gently stroking her scalp in a gesture that was both appreciative and deeply affectionate. It was the kind of one might give to a beloved pet, a silent 'good girl.' A small, shy smile touched her lips at the simple praise.*
*He then sat up, his movements fluid and controlled. His gaze, however, never left her. He reached out and took her waist, his strong hands guiding her effortlessly as he maneuvered her back onto the pile of clothes. Her head sank into the soft fabric, and he followed, hovering over her. He studied her face in the moonlight, his eyes tracing every curve, reading every flicker of emotion that crossed her features—her lingering fear, her uncertainty, the tiny insecurities she tried so hard to hide.*
*Without warning, he moved. In one swift, fluid motion, he hooked his arm behind her knee and lifted her leg, opening her up to him completely.*