21
Lyla
As much as I pretended it was no big deal, I’m crazy nervous. Cole is taking me on our first real date, and everything about it feels different. He helps me into his truck, and we head out of the city.
“Where are we going?” I assumed we would be going out to dinner, and I’m wearing my best little black dress, complete with lace sleeves and plunging neckline, like seriously plunging; I have to be careful bending over.
“It’s a surprise.”
The way he says this is like a sexy purr I feel throughout my entire body. Almost a promise that this isn’t at all what I expect, and dirty things are going to happen. I love surprises, especially ones that might get Cole naked, so I stay quiet for the rest of the ride. The city starts to fade into the rearview mirror and an army of butterflies start a parade in my stomach.
“Almost there,” he says, noticing my inability to sit still. The truck pulls down a sandy road with a Beach Ahead sign, and we park in front of a sand dune. I can’t take it anymore, so I open my own door while he grabs a basket from the back seat I hadn’t noticed before.
Cole takes my hand after I slip out of my high heels. No need to ruin them, I toss them into the open window, and we head down closer to the water. He starts by laying out a large plaid blanket, then I sit and watch him lay out tall white candles he pushes into the sand around us. Followed by a wood tray, meat, fruit, olives, and nuts. Whiskey, red solo cups, and Tupperware filled with something chocolate and cake-shaped.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” My grin is as full of as much mischief as I can muster.
“Oh no, ma’am, I didn’t forget it.”
He knows. He remembers and knows exactly what I’m talking about. He turns around and digs back into the basket and pulls a full bottle of teddy bear-shaped honey. My smile is literally hurting my face, and my heart couldn’t be any fuller. How something so small could mean this much to me is ridiculous and yet I can’t help it.
My eyes move to his lips, and he moves in closer to me, scooting over to kiss me. He touches my cheek, and I don’t hold back. I kiss him with all the love I feel. As scary as that is, I feel it so strongly in this moment. I know it’s too soon and I’m a mess. He deserves so much better than me, but hopefully he never figures that out.
He leans away and kisses my nose before staring into my eyes. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I stare back, so thankful he’s here with me in this moment. A loud crash breaks our trance, and my head snaps to the ocean. Fireworks shoot up from a couple boats below.
“Oh my gosh,” I say in shock and look around, expecting a crowd. No one else is around; we are the only ones here. “Did you know they had fireworks tonight? Where is everyone?”
He doesn’t say anything, just moves me over his lap and between his legs and wraps me in his arms. I lean back and take it all in. Grabbing a slice of meat, I put it to his mouth, and he eats it from my hand, nipping at my fingertips.
“Do you like it?” he whispers right next to my ear.
“Yes, I love it. This is by far the best date of all time.”
“Good. Worth every penny then,” he says, leaning back, then grabbing a grape and putting into my open mouth before I could get out my question of what he meant. I chew and swallow, but when I’m done, his mouth is full. Intention written all over his face. I decide to enjoy the rest of the show. Something I’m starting to suspect was all organized by the man around me.
His warmth is the only thing keeping me from shivering as the breeze blows off the ocean. The sky lights up in blues, reds, yellows, and all the colors of the rainbow. Finally, a dozen go off at the same time and finish with a large red heart. I giggle and cuddle closer to him. Both adoringly and because it’s gotten so cold. He leans back again and pulls a smaller fuzzy blue blanket around us. I grab the whiskey for a little more help. We drink and eat the amazing food he brought and talk about our favorite movies and songs, and I finally ask him if he set up the fireworks. I don’t think he wanted to admit it, but he finally says he knew a guy and that’s the end of it. I laugh it off and conversation is easy. Like always when I’m with him.
Facing him now, I ask, “So, food mostly eaten, booze mostly gone, whatever will you do with me now, Cole?”
Flirting, I continue to feel down his delicious abs, suddenly hungry for something else. At his belt buckle, I lock eyes with him and bat my lashes as I unclip the notch and get all the way to unzipping his pants when he stops me with his hand and growls that sexy sex growl he does when I get him worked up. He presses my hand to his length as he leans forward.
“Do you really want to start something here, baby? Because you can’t start something you can’t finish, and I’m going to fucking ravish you.”
I’m so wet and turned on by those simple words; quickly looking around to confirm we’re still alone, I climb on top of him, straddling his waist, and pull the blanket around my back and his. My dress is hiked over my ass at this point, and his hands push it up higher but I’m warm and covered. I wiggle on his lap, getting the reaction I want as I feel him grow harder, and I moan in his ear. Pulling his hair just a little I ask, “This night has been perfect, can I show you how thankful I am?”
I bite down on his earlobe and work my way down, kissing his neck. “Baby, when you do that. Mmmm. Yes. All things yes.”
Freeing his cock, I pump him slowly, and he captures my mouth with his. The waves crash behind me, but otherwise silence surrounds us. He works his mouth down my jaw, to my neck, and bites when he hits my shoulder, and I start pumping harder.
“I need inside you now, Lyla.”
Using my name surprises me but not as much as he does when he reaches between us and rips my panties off.
“I want to feel you and only you tonight. If that’s okay. I’m clean and you know I take the pill every day.”
“Fuck, baby, nothing would make me happier. I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean. I have the paper in my office to prove it.”
I groan like a savage ready to attack him and kiss him fiercely. I’m soaked for him and slide on easy. He meets my thrusts, and I land on him hard. Feeling like I can’t get enough of him, I move his hand from my ass to my clit. He takes over, breaking our kiss to smile at me.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. Show me what you like.” I’m on edge and the way he’s looking at me has me that much closer. He pulls me close, bottoming out inside me, and moves us until I’m underneath him. He drives into me so hard I see fireworks again. This time I feel them all over my body, and I come with the most intense orgasm I have ever had. As I clench around him, he comes undone, collapsing on top of me but holding his weight on his forearms.
“You’re welcome,” he pants, and I can’t help but laugh. We adjust our clothes and lay looking up at the stars for a while longer, not wanting the best night of my life to ever end.