He’s given up fishing.
“Uh, so I don’t think that’s your call?”
I underestimated how close we are. In three quick steps, he’s caught me in his arms and hauled me up. My legs wrap around his torso and he smacks my ass, hard. I gasp and moan as he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks my head back. When my lips part, he claims my mouth with a hard, punishing kiss that makes me melt. My eyes flutter closed. He’s got the towel fisted in his hand. I didn’t even see him pick it up.
“I’m the one that shaves that pussy. I told you, Vivia. You belong to me.”
He… is the one… that shaves me.
Uhhhhh….
He sits on the sand and has me straddle his legs facing him, one on either side. “Lay back on the towel, head back,” he orders. I obey. My legs part, and cool air kisses my private folds. He drags his thumb along my slit, and I moan, grinding myself against him.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “Fucking gorgeous. Spread those legs for me, woman.”
I spread them further apart. He lays me back, my legs on either side of him, and gives himself room. I tremble when he lifts the razor. “Stay still and don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He could. He could so easily hurt me, it scares me.
I nod, my mouth dry, and watch as he carefully lowers himself and lathers me up. I don’t breathe with the first stroke of the razor. In between swipes, he fingers me until I’m dripping wet and panting. I’m well aware of how precarious a situation I’m in, how dangerous it is to be shaven on a beach and at the most sensitive parts of my body, but he takes such utter care, I don’t feel a thing but the gentle glide of the razor and the erotic pulse of his fingers rewarding me.
“Gorgeous,” he groans. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I look down to see him nearly worshipping my body, his eyes wide in adulation. His erection tents his shorts, and I bite my lip. Who’d have thought such a simple thing could be such a turn-on.
“I wanna taste that pussy,” he growls, his eyes molten and concentrated on me. “Give me that pussy, baby.”
He leans back on the towel so he’s flat on the sand and quickly, deftly arranges me so I’m straddling his face, my knees on either side of him. My hands are planted on the towel on either side of him, bracing before he grabs my nipples and licks my pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue feels like heaven. My eyes flutter closed at the erotic feel of his warm, sensual mouth circling my clit. I grind against him and he slaps my ass appreciatively. The hard spank only excites me more. Over, and over, and over again he laps and sucks and worships my pussy. My pulse races and I can’t speak, can’t think beyond the next lick of his tongue, the next blissful wave of pleasure.
“Come,” he grates against my thigh. “Come on my mouth.” He accentuates his command with another sharp slap on my ass. It’s all I need to soar into ecstasy.
My mouth opens in wonder before I pull in deep breaths. My body flushes with pleasure as spasms rock me. I moan and press my pussy to feel more. He grips my ass and holds me to him.
I ride my orgasm in a state of euphoria. I’m weightless and warm. I’m not here anymore but floating, soaring, somewhere far away from a world of pain and sadness. Enveloped in nothing but sheer, utter bliss.
I’m coming down from my high when he lifts me and drags me down his body. I slump over him just as he rolls and pins me beneath him. I sigh under the full weight of him, relishing the feel of his hard, masculine body over mine.
“Open your legs,” he growls. “Open them for me, now.” He emphasizes the command with a hard smack to my hip. Desire spikes at the sharp command and hot feel of his palm. I quickly obey. I crave the feel of him inside me. I never knew I needed anything like this in my life before, but now I feel if he doesn’t come inside me soon I’ll wither and die.
I groan when he slides his length inside me, stretching me in all the right ways. Lightning bolts of pleasure erupt over my skin, and my nerves are on fire. My arms encircle his neck so I don’t drown in ecstasy, but his own hands hold me to him as if to ease me into the rhythm of his nearly savage thrusts.
Oh my God. It’s utterly perfect, so perfect I want to savor this moment forever, and I don’t think anything could feel better than this moment until he thrusts.
I cry out loud at the perfect feel of his cock in me, lightning bolts of arousal skating under my skin, across my chest. My whole body’s engulfed in flames.
“Fuck, Vivia,” he moans in my ear. “You feel so damn good.”
I kiss his cheek in response, helpless to speak right now. He responds with another perfect, savage thrust. My climax is building a second time, different than the first but somehow more intimate. He groans in pleasure at the height of his own bliss, and when he empties himself inside me, my own climax consumes me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. If anyone had asked me if I was a virgin I’d have told them no, it wasn’t my first time… but I was wrong. There’s a world of difference between what I did with Gray—it was painful and awkward and left me wondering how anyone really enjoys sex—and what just happened now.
“I take it all back,” I groan. Our bodies are melded together. He rests his head on my shoulder in a rare moment of his own surrender. I run my fingers through his hair, needing to feel the closeness and savoring this moment. “I told you I wasn’t a virgin.”
“Mmm?” he murmurs, still drunk on his own arousal as he kisses my cheek. “How so?”
“But I feel like one. That was definitely the first time I’ve ever had sex.”