My Sinful Valentine (A Beautiful Sinners Collection) by Elena Reyes (black authors fiction .txt) 📕

“It’s yours.” Closing the gap between us, I pull her back to my chest as we stand atop the small rock formation that makes up the waterfall below. The lagoon beneath us isn’t deep and has two waist-high pools before tapering off and disappearing behind trees, intertwining with the local plant life and being a source of water for the wildlife. “You know sharing isn’t in my nature.”

“Thank you, Bebe. This is beautiful.” Turning her face, she tips her lips up. “I love it.”

Lowering my mouth to hers, I turn her around and kiss her slowly and with passion, with every bit of the hunger and need and love I have for this tiny and powerful woman. And fuck me, if she doesn’t melt into me—bare her soul to me with her every sigh.

With the way she fists my shirt or with the little hums of pleasure that escape from the back of her throat.

My hands skim down her sides and to the waistband of the scrap of denim she calls shorts.

I’m fingering the edge when I peck her one last time and pull back.

I’m fighting the demonic need to fuck her. Raw and savagely.

But I bought this place with one thought in mind. With a fantasy.

Exhaling roughly, I undo the button and then lower her zipper. “And I love to see you wet.”

“Perv,” she says, but the smile on her face shows she’s anything but put off. Then, because she’s a dangerous creature, my beauty shimmies her hips, forcing the shorts to pool at her feet. My mouth waters at the sight. My eyes go red with need as I take in the minuscule triangle that barely covers her mound and the two strings keeping it in place across her hips.

The very edge of her clit is visible. The turquoise material is see-through.

“Fuck me,” I groan, sliding a finger over the fabric and watching the goose bumps rise across my wife’s thighs and the way the damp fabric clings to her lips. “You little tease.”

“I’m here to please.” Luna reaches up, eyes closed while removing the tight Mrs. De Leon shirt she made using some machine that all the women in my family are nuts about. I’m almost afraid to look. Not for her, but for my sanity. So, I keep petting her. I keep rubbing the soaked fabric against her bundle of nerves and lower, dipping it just a little into her entrance. “Eyes up here, Thiago. I bought it for you.”

Luna’s croon and the inability to deny her anything is my downfall.

Fuck me over time and time again.

I’m left speechless and hard. Near panting as I traverse up her abdomen and then chest, right to the two triangles smaller than what covers her pussy and which are of a thinner material.

Her dusky rose nipples are hard, her skin flushed.

“God help my sanity.”

“What about a swim instead?”

4

I DON’T SAY anything.

Can’t.

Instead, I take her hand in mine and pull her small body into my harsher planes. For a second, I just stand and feel and enjoy those sinful curves before sweeping Mrs. De Leon into my arms. There’s a natural rock formation that serves as a stairway to the first of the two freshwater pools.

The closer we get, the cooling mist surrounds us and my beauty squirms, letting out a little squeal when the first few drops of water hit her warm flesh. She’s suntanned and rosy cheeks, a little sweaty from the walk across the property, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

Luna owns me. Has since the day we met.

“Are you going to let me down?”

“No.”

“Thiago, the water is cold. Let me—” I silence her with a kiss and without pausing, I walk us into the water and beneath the waterfall. It’s not a harsh cascade. A little cooler than the water surrounding us, but feels like heaven. Especially when tiny hands bunch up my shirt and pull it over my head while hungrily tasting my lips. When those same fingers run the blunt of their nails down my back and up again. “Jesus, I love you.”

“I thought it was cold?” My teeth nip her bottom lip and then soothe the skin with my tongue. “That you wanted to be put—”

Luna cuts me off by slipping her tongue into my mouth, flicking it against mine, and then pulling back. Her eyes are hooded. Her breath coming out in little pants. “Fuck the cold. All I need is you.”

“You have me.” Reluctantly, I put her down, sliding her down my front until she’s touching the ground, and then I’m wandering hands and harsh grips—I’m nipping her neck and then lower, not stopping until I have a nipple in my mouth through the fabric of her bikini top. The material is soft and fragile. Delicate and for a one-time use only.

I rip through it with my teeth.

“Oh, God,” Luna moans, arching into me, pushing the pebbled tip against my lips. I suck hard, flicking the tip with my tongue while tearing the other triangle. “Thiago...Jesus, Bebe.”

“Every day for the rest of our lives...” another lick and I trail a path across to the other nipple, biting the sensitive tip “...you’ll always have me.”

“You promise?” Luna’s hand scratches the back of my scalp before fisting the hair at the nape, pulling me in closer and feeding me more of her perky tit. “No matter what, it’s you and me.”

“Always.”

“I love you.” At her words, I undo the tied strings of my swim trunks and lower—kick them off to float away somewhere and then walk us backward. Five steps and we’re just underneath the waterfall and I spot the hidden stones that are just wide enough to sit her plump ass on. It’s covered enough that