Feeling like a fool, Ashley walked along beach, holding her sandals in her hands while waves licked her ankles and tears trickled down her cheeks.
Was her marriage truly over? She assumed so after Cole’s angry outburst. Maybe she should’ve told him about her co-worker’s advance, but what could he have done from half way around the world serving his country?
She’d rebuffed the man and changed jobs to put the incident behind her. At least she thought she had until she and Cole ran into the jackass while walking along the boardwalk. His five-minute apology sent Cole storming off.
Far from the boardwalk, she neared a stand-alone pier designed for fishing, when a noise caught her attention.
On the other side of the pier near the dunes, a couple lay naked stretched across a blanket. Moans of pleasure tumbled from the woman’s lips. Ashley couldn’t help but watch the man lap at the woman’s pussy like a cat after cream. Her own channel clenched emptily and she though about Cole. Never again would she feel the warmth of his mouth against her pussy, or his hard cock plunging inside her.
The couple had no idea she was watching them, invading their moment with her voyeurism. The right thing would be for her to turn and walk away. Though, if they hadn’t wanted to be seen, they should’ve stayed indoors.
The woman sobbed as her climax engulfed her.
“Like what you see?”
The voice behind her caused Ashley to jump. She turned to find Cole standing behind her, his gaze cast toward the couple.
“I…I didn’t want to keep walking and interrupt, so I stopped-”
“To watch instead.” He cut her off mid sentence.
Heat filled her face. “I meant to turn and walk back.”
“But you couldn’t help yourself.” He moved in close. “I understand,” he whispered while gathering the front of her sundress with his fingers. “Watching two people fuck is very erotic. My question is did you think it was hot?” His sentence ended with his fingers trailing beneath her panties, directly into her cream. Her knees buckled and she leaned against him.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled. His nimble fingers pumped in and out of her, spreading her juices up and over her clit. “You like the idea of sex in public.”
“I do,” she whispered, her words tumbling from her mouth in a rushed garble of desire and need.
“Keep watching them.” He dropped to his knees and tugged her panties down, pulling the lace free from her moist flesh. She stepped out of them and Cole stuffed the lace into his pocket.
Her gaze drifted back to the couple who had changed positions. The woman’s head bobbed up and down like a dashboard novelty, licking and sucking the man’s cock.
Cole held the front of her dress up, allowing the cool ocean breeze to kiss Ashley’s heated mound. Then his mouth was there, his tongue swiping through her folds setting a fire deep inside her. She gasped only to bite down on her lip in an attempt to contain a moan. With one hand resting on the pole, she snaked the other through his hair and struggled to keep her eyes open.
The woman straddled her man and sank onto his shaft, impaling herself. All the while Cole’s agile tongue worked Ashley’s clit, torturing the tiny nub with one warm rasp after another.
“Cole, please,” she begged, not caring if anyone else heard.
He looked up; the evidence of her desire glistened on his chin. “Yes, baby.”
“Give me more,” she pleaded.
“Your wish is my command.”
He burrowed into her mound, sucked hard on her clit. She exploded, her entire body throbbing her release. Still, her pussy clenched emptily and she knew she wouldn’t be sated until she felt his large length buried deep inside her.
He must have thought the same thing, because he unzipped his jeans and pushed them, boxers and all, to his knees. His glorious cock sprang forward, ready and waiting for satisfaction. A satisfaction she was more than happy to provide.
He lifted her up, instructing her to wrap her legs around him. Her head and upper back rested against the pole. “Tell me you’re mine, Ash.”
“I’m yours, Cole.”
He slid deep and she whimpered at the wonderful sensation of him filling her. “Forever, Ash.”
“Forever,” she repeated while he pounded into her. The fire in her belly raged higher, burned hotter. It wouldn’t take much for her topple over that precipice a second time, but she didn’t want to go without him. The sound of wet, slapping flesh mixed with the roar of the waves and somewhere from behind her came a cry of release, an echo of her own climax barreling over her. Her channel clamped around his shaft, and she struggled to hold her own cry of pleasure.
Cole growled in her ear and bit down on her shoulder then drove into and held there, filling her. For several seconds neither of them moved; even words were beyond her ability.
“So you’re not mad anymore?” she finally managed to ask.
He lifted his head to look at her. “No, I’m not mad anymore.”
She wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. “What changed your mind?”
He smiled. “A very nosy and helpful bartender, who pointed out that we all make mistakes.”
She studied his eyes, seeing the love radiating from deep inside. “I love you, Cole.”
He kissed her nose. “I love you too. Why don’t we go back to our room, so I can show you how much?”
He lowered her to the ground. Left uncomfortably empty, she couldn’t wait to get back to their room. They might still have a long road ahead of them before their marriage was strong again, but at least he was willing to give them a chance. She couldn’t ask for anything more.
About the Author: A lover of romance novels, Michelle decided a few years ago to try her hand at creating fictional worlds through words instead of paint. The result has given her an entirely new perspective on the world. Every day affords new opportunities for ideas and new ways to create the perfect happily ever after.
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