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I start bouncing up and down on his cock as he reaches up, squeezes my breasts, and plays with my nipples.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he grunts, holding my hands as I ride him, gazing down at him.
I can feel my orgasm building.
“Don’t stop,” he says again.
He grabs my waist and moves me up and down on him faster and faster, until I can’t hold back any longer, and I explode on top of him. He lays me back, pulls out of me, and then takes my hips, comes up behind me, and slides into me hard and fast, thrusting faster and faster until it feels like he’s taking over my entire body.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” he says.
He pulls out, and I watch as he finishes on the sand, gasping for air.
We both fall back, gazing at each other.
“Well, that was kind of hot,” I say, giggling as I reach over and touch his chest.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says.
“I guess when we’re the last two people on earth, the sex is just really good.” I grin at him.
“I think the sex between us would always be really good,” he says. He leans over and kisses me. “Fuck. Did we just cross a line?”
“If we did, I don’t think either one of us cares.” I smile at him, and he nods, stroking the side of my face.
“Give me five minutes, and I can go again, if you want.”
“Five minutes?” I say. “It’s going to take you that long?”
I reach down and stroke his cock, and he chuckles lazily.
“Well, if you keep doing that, I might be ready in four.”
Chapter Sixteen
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“I can’t stop kissing you,” I whisper into Rosie’s ear as we wait at the breakfast table for everyone else to come down.
“I gathered that,” she says, giggling.
“And how did you gather that, my dear?”
“Because you’ve been kissing me all night.”
“I guess I have.” I pull her closer and run my finger up her thigh. “I want to take you to bed again right now.”
“Then what’s stopping you, Mr. Selleck?”
“Well, I think—”
“Morning, everyone.” Clara walks into the breakfast room and waves at us. “Oh, look at you two, acting all lovey-dovey.” She beams. “I swear I did not know my brother was such a good actor.”
“Neither did I,” Rosie says, touching the side of my face.
“You look so loved up. I would totally think you guys were knocking boots last night,” Clara says as she takes a seat. “Man, I think I’m going to have Frosted Flakes this morning. They’re so bad for me, but they taste so good.”
“Are you ten, Clara?”
