Effie, standing in the open air in the secluded lagoon, about to strip practically naked, turned away from Zander. Her sex on fire with longing, she peeled off her gauzy garment, revealing her slinky aquamarine bikini, something she never in a million years thought she would ever wear.
The shimmering top had several small straps rolling over the shoulders, holding her breasts aloft. The high cut bottoms had similar straps securing the wisps of fabric over her Brazilian waxed lady bits and toned ass.
Birds kept up a busy chatter in the trees surrounding her. A warm breeze tickled her skin.
When she turned around, Zander’s shorts were tented with desire.
He sucked in a breath. “Good God, woman. See what you do to me?”
He pushed his hand down his shorts and grabbed his erection, giving it a few strokes.
She gasped at his boldness. Then, she wadded her dress in a ball and tossed it toward the sand. It fluttered to a stop like a dainty bird, barely missing the water.
Suddenly shy, she said, “Want to swim with me?”
“Sure, we can call it swimming,” he said, with a cocky grin. “Or, sex-ploring, or sex-venturing, or whatever you’d like.”
After releasing his grip on his hard heat, he crouched, fished around in his backpack for the water bottle, and poured some of the cold water into his mouth. Ice cubes tinkled in the canister.
Effie gaped at his strong throat and broad shoulders. He’s like fine art.
He strode to where she stood, kicking water as he approached, and clasped her face between his hands. Working his mouth around, he maneuvered an ice cube between his teeth. His head lowered, and he slid the ice along her neck.
She let her head fall back, captured by the sensation of cold ice against her hot skin.
He guided the cube across her collarbone and let it melt in the tender hollow of her throat.
A rivulet of cool water trickled between her breasts and down her belly. She shivered with the pleasurable sensation.
“Effie…” He gazed at her with earnest adoration. “I...,” he began but didn’t finish his statement. Instead, he lowered his head and fit his mouth to hers.
The stubble along his jaw scraped against her chin. She welcomed the rough feel of him. His tongue danced inside her mouth. The slippery sensation, coupled with the scrape of beard against her skin, elicited a gush of wet heat between her legs. His lips ground against hers. The passion with which he kissed her nearly consumed her. Her soul threatened to launch from her skin, combining with his soul in one mind-numbing, soul-throbbing combustion.
She sucked his tongue tentatively, eliciting a groan from him. Encouraged, she sucked harder, and he deepened the kiss. Desire for Zander overwhelmed her. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone the way she wanted Zander King.
His hands found their way inside her bottoms, and he kneaded and caressed her ass. He touched her with tenderness…he caressed her with want. The way his fingers moved along her skin made her feel cherished.
She brought her arms around his hot, sun-kissed body, stroking his back. His body radiated with strength and power. She loved his masculinity…the feel of his muscles as he rolled with her, ground his hips against her…everything about Zander’s body made her soul cry, yes, yes, yes!
He swept her bikini bottoms from her hips and pushed them to her ankles, lowering to his knees.
“Off with this,” he said.
Overcome by shyness, she wanted to hide. Her hands flew up to cover her face.
His palms landed on her hips, and he kissed her belly, working his way down to her mons.
She couldn’t help but respond to him. Her hands fell away from her face as her body arched in submissive pleasure. The heat of reckless want swept through her. She stepped out of the bikini and put her hands on his shoulders.
“My sexy, sexy, Effie,” he said. He picked up her bikini bottom and flung it away from the water. Then, he swished his hand in the clear liquid and shook the droplets from his fingers. “Spread your legs.”
Hands still on his shoulders, she swallowed, nervously glanced about, and widened her stance. Who can see us? It’s a private island, she assured herself.
He drew his thumb along her silky folds. “God damn, I love your smooth skin down here.”
She hissed. “Zander,” she breathed.
He brought his face close and nuzzled her sex. “Damn. You smell so…” He groaned and finished his sentence with a flick of his tongue.
She sucked in a breath, getting used to the idea that he liked her scent.
He drew his tongue slowly up and down. “God, you taste good.”
He alternated between lathing her with his tongue and circling her clit with his thumb.
Her knees began to tremble until she feared she would crumple.
“Sit on my face,” he said, pulling away. He lowered himself to the ground and lay back in the shallow water, lapping the air with his tongue.
She glanced at his tented shorts before straddling his face. Her knees and shins cooled by the liquid bliss surrounding them. She didn’t know what to do with her arms, so she hugged them across her breasts. That felt odd, too, so she let them fall, lightly brushing her belly along the way with her hands. Then, she leaned over and caressed his thick, dark hair, working her fingers into his scalp.
He made a humming sound, gripped her thighs with his hands, and licked her ardently.
Sensation rippled through her like lightning. She yielded to the pleasure coursing through her. Unable to hold herself up any longer she fell forward, her hands splashing as she landed.
He rocked his head back briefly to gaze at her dangling breasts. He let out a moan and continued his tongue ministrations.
The sun cast throbbing heat along her back, while the water cooled her hands and legs. She glanced over her shoulder to see him stroking himself as he sucked her. Some sort of flicking tongue maneuver brought her attention back between her legs.
Overcome with need, she cried his name. “Oh, God, Zander.”
She lowered to her forearms, unable to hold herself up. Her hair draped in the shallow water, undulating like seaweed. As pleasure built, she pounded the sand with her fists, splattering her face with cool water. Her arousal built until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She orgasmed on Zander’s mouth, her entire body rippling in an ecstatic explosion.
He released his hold on her and laughed. “Damn, Effie, you’re so beautiful when you come.”
Caught in the aftershock of her release, she barely heard him. This moment of bliss, with this guy, was worth the world to her.
He scooted out from underneath her. Then, he gently flipped her onto her back.
Her body rolled onto the sandy bottom of the lagoon with a quiet splash.
She writhed in the soft sand, her sex throbbing. Her head, shoulders, and ass made soft indentations in the wet sand.
Zander scooped water and wiped his face.
Water droplets splashed on her belly and thighs.
His hair hung damp along his forehead. He spread Effie’s thighs apart, stroking her tender skin with his thumbs. Pleasure snaked through her. He shoved his shorts down his legs, lowered himself, and slid the slick head of his cock up and down.
Effie moaned. Everything about Zander drove her wild with longing and the desire for more. “Put that thing inside me. Now.”
Chuckling, he buried himself inside her, then let out a long, satisfied groan.
“God, Effie. I…,” he began, but swallowed whatever was to follow.
The distant sound of a boat engine rumbled through the air.
Effie stilled again.
“Shh,” Zander soothed. “If it’s my family we still have time.” He thrust in and out, passionate and intense.
The engine sounds grew louder, then ceased.
Zander’s hips bucked harder. “I’m almost there. I’m about to…”
“Zander!” Chloe yelled from a distance. “Where are you?”
Effie gasped.
He pressed his palm over her mouth, pinning her face in place.
Something about being restrained by him, while he rocked his hips into her made her a little crazy inside. She bit and sucked his skin as her arousal built once more. When her second orgasm hit, she whimpered into his hand, writhing around him.
“God damn,” he cried and thrust harder. He grunted and groaned as he found his release, pulsing into her.
“Zander!” his sister called from much closer.
“Shit,” Effie said.
Zander rolled off her. “Hurry.” He kicked his shorts from his legs and helped Effie to her feet. “Let’s get into deep water.”
They raced through the lagoon. When the water covered her breasts, she let out a sigh of relief.
Zander floated on his back, spreading his arms wide, looking very satisfied.
She paddled by his side feeling a mixture of embarrassment at nearly being seen by his sister and exquisite shared communion.
Chloe popped from the foliage into view. She waved from about ten yards away.
“There you are,” she called. “Let’s go. I’ve got the fish marinating, but it needs to be on the grill soon.” She sauntered toward the water’s edge, then glanced down at Effie’s dress and bikini bottoms lying on the ground. A smirk spread across her face.
Effie’s face burst into flames.
“Shit. She’ll know what we did,” she whispered.
Zander chuckled, pulling her close. “Don’t worry about it.”
Chloe’s gaze caught on something in the shallows. She waded out in her flip-flops, stooped, rose, and twirled Zander’s wet trunks in her hand.
She trained her gaze on Zander and Effie. “You might need these, Zan. Unless you plan on giving Mom, Dad, and Jorge a show. You two…” She shook her head, grinning.
“Just leave them on the shore and go away. We’ll be out in a sec,” Zander said.
“Oh, God,” Effie whispered, wanting to sink to the bottom of the lagoon.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said again. “I’m the one who’s going to catch grief from Chloe. She’s going to tease me up one side and down the other.”
Chloe stood at the water’s edge, grinning. “He’s right.”
“Go away,” Zander growled.
“Going,” she said, pivoting and sauntering toward the trees. She chuckled as she strode away, lifting her hand over her head in a wave.
Once Chloe was well and truly out of sight, and the rustling through the brush had ceased, Zander headed for the shore.
“It’s safe now,” he said.
Effie followed him, her gaze anxiously darting about.
She grabbed her bottoms, shook out the sand, and yanked them over her legs. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Zander unhurriedly tugged his shorts over his hips. “I keep telling you, don’t worry. She didn’t see anything except us paddling around in the lagoon. My sister’s not going to tell anyone. I’ve caught her au naturel with a guy a time or two. She probably figures we’re even.”
He pulled Effie close for a quick hug and then released her.
After tromping back to the shore, Effie climbed aboard the waiting catamaran, shame making a crimson stain along her cheeks.
Chloe smiled warmly at Effie.
Then she turned to Zander and smirked. “I was kidding about giving Mom and Dad a show. After we unloaded the fish, they stayed back at Mariposa.”
“Asshole,” Zander said, softly slugging her upper arm.
Chloe squeezed his chin. “Shit-head brother.”
Effie stepped toward her cloth bag next to where she napped and searched for her towel. Her mobile phone dropped onto the seat as she pulled the towel free. While Zander and his sister teased one another, she glanced at the screen. A text from Haley waited.
How’s it going with your sugar daddy? Effie read. You KNOW it’s serious if he’s taken you to meet his parents. Have you thought about what you’re going to do?
The catamaran rumbled away from the shore.
Effie’s heart leaped from the boat. No, she didn’t know what she was going to do. But she knew she couldn’t exactly say, “Hey, Zander, where is this relationship heading?” No. She didn’t hold the reins in their dynamic. Clearly, if a move was to be made, it had to come from him. Besides, he made it clear that this was a no commitment deal. No love and no… The thought stuttered to a stop as she thought of his initial declarations of no love, no contact, and the contract she signed.
Still… They’d broken the no sex rule. Couldn’t the no love and no contact rule be broken, too? Probably not. He’d made himself clear, over and over again.
At the close of the summer, she’d never see him again. She closed down, withdrawing into herself, and prepared for the inevitable end.