Mike drew in a deep breath when Marina ran her hands up and down his chest. She curled her fingers in his dark, coarse hair and gently tugged on it. He lowered his eyelids when she moved them over his n*****s. They were hard and extremely sensitive.
He hissed out the breath he was holding when she flicked them with her fingernail. His c**k jerked under her rolling hips. The feel of her soft flesh rubbing along his long shaft made him grit his teeth.
She leaned forward and brushed her breasts back and forth against his chest. Her lips paused a breath away from his, and her eyes glittered with fierce desire. For a moment, Mike wondered if he had died back on the beach and somehow landed in this perfect afterlife.
“I want to wash you,” she murmured against his lips. “And taste you.”
“Damn
