Aria pov
"Exactly like that," he said through gritted teeth.
I sped up. Harder. Faster. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the ocean outside. Sweat started on my back, between my breasts. He leaned forward and licked up the center of my chest, tasting the salt, then closed his mouth over one nipple and sucked—firm, steady pulls that made my rhythm falter.
I braced my hands on his shoulders, nails digging in, and rode him harder. Up and down, grinding on every downstroke. His hands gripped my ass now, helping lift me, then pulling me down so he bottomed out with a little jolt each time.
"Damien—" My voice cracked. I was close, the heat building fast and tight low in my belly.
He slid one hand between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing firm circles exactly how I liked. "Come on me," he said, low and rough. "Let me feel it."
