Page 76 of Catch and Release

“I need you to be quiet, Greene,” he said. “Can you do that?”

Her eyes widened. He’d paused thrusting, his cock tauntingly deep inside her, and her body begged her to release another moan. But she nodded.

“You know where to let all your screams go,” he said, removing his hand, and she turned her head into the crook of his neck. “That’s right, baby. Save all those pretty noises for me.”

He thrust into her again.

Hard.

She whimpered.

“Fuck, baby,” Shawn grunted. “Love the way that pussy clenches around me.”

Again, and again, and again.

He thrust into her with such slow force that Willa was close to begging him to pick up the pace, to make her come already. But she couldn’t get out the words. Her breath came in slow spurts.

She longed to wrap her legs around him, but the way her bikini bottoms pooled at her knees made it impossible. She needed more—more friction, more force, more Shawn.

“I’m not gonna last, baby,” he said. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect. Clenching my cock like you were made for me.”

Willa whimpered.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “I need you to come, baby.”

She reached between them and began circling her clit with her fingers. Shawn had brought her so close to the edge that it took only a few gentle strokes for her body to tremble with the force of her climax as she bit into Shawn’s shoulder. As she quivered underneath his body, she vaguely felt him trembling with the force of his own orgasm.

Shawn leaned back so he was level with her face. He dropped a soft kiss on her nose, then gently pulled out and tugged her bikini bottoms back up her body.

Willa closed her eyes, soaking in the sun and the looseness that came with her orgasm. After disposing of his condom, Shawn came back to where she was and laid down next to her again.

“Boat sex, check,” Willa said jokingly, her eyes still closed.

“Happy to be of service,” Shawn responded lightheartedly.

Willa turned to look at him. “Today has been perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He lifted a hand to cradle her cheek, and she couldn’t help but lean into it. His warmth. His comfort.

Feeling overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, Willa sat up and put space between them. She was starting to feel things.

Things she promised herself she wouldn’t feel.

“Where are those sandwiches you brought?” she asked, rifling around in the supplies he’d put in one of the storage areas of the boat.

She pulled out a cooler that had finger sandwiches, chocolate strawberries, and a bottle of champagne. She lifted the champagne and looked at him quizzically.

“What kind of boat ride were you supposed to be taking the tour group on earlier?” she asked with a grin.

“It was a date,” he said. “For honeymooners.”

Her smile faltered and she put the champagne back in the cooler. This was beginning to feel like a date. But it wasn’t. Right? It was just two friends who liked hanging out and also happened to occasionally have mind-blowing sex.

Fuck. This was only weird if she made it weird.