We played in the water for a little bit, kissing and hugging. It wasn’t warm like the water in the Gulf of Mexico, but Rita didn’t seem to mind when I splashed her. Nothing about today or being with Rita was like I’d ever done. All my walls were down with her, and I had to admit I liked this feeling of wholeness and peace I had.
She laid out a large beach towel, big enough for two, and I relaxed on my back with her curled into my side.
“We shouldn’t stay out here too long like this or we’ll get burned.” She rubbed my chest. “You’re already looking a little red.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“You’ll be burned with your skin hurting. I need you well.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Well, I want to lick every inch of you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, you could never hurt me.” Only shatter my heart.
She straddled me and rubbed against my cock, waking Devil from his sleep. “I’m feeling horny.”
“I could tell.” I ran my finger over her cleavage.
“Let’s go back to the room.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I sat up with her in my lap and kissed her hard until we were both panting and breathless.
“Let’s go.”
13
Rita
NIK RUBBED SOAP over my breasts as the steamy water sprayed down my back. This thing we were doing together, naked and touching but not having intercourse, had a powerful effect on me. I could feel him taking up residence in my heart, filling every nook and cranny a bit more each time we were intimate.
I was getting attached to Nik, needing him, and I wasn’t sure I was okay with it. I never wanted to be dependent on a man. To do so would give him power over me. But with Nik, we seemed to fall into step with each other. Sure we could be volatile sometimes, but we were also gentle and nurturing.
My parents were only ever explosive.
I trembled as his hand stroked between my thighs. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze.
“You were lost there for a minute. Where’d you go?” The concern in his black eyes made my heart hurt. I didn’t want to talk about feelings, the future, orher—my mother.
“I’m right here with you, handsome.”
“Rita.” My name came out like a growl. “Talk to me.”
“I have a better use for my mouth.” I pushed him against the tile shower wall and dropped to my knees.
“No. You said you’d talk to me.” He grabbed my chin and our gazes locked. “You’re avoiding something. What is it?”
I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard dick and kissed the tip.
He hissed, flexing his thighs. “Rita…”
I cupped his balls and licked his slit and a growl filled my ears.
“Fuck, you’re stubborn as hell.” His comment made me smile. “Fine. I’d be a goddamned idiot if I didn’t let you suck me off. But after”—he jerked my chin up and his eyes were narrowed on me—“we’re talking.”
I didn’t respond because I’d do whatever it took to not tell him what was bothering me earlier. It could wait until tomorrow. Maybe until we got back to Pasadena. Any sooner and it would ruin our trip.
I continued caressing his cock with my tongue, drawing it in slowly and then pulling it out. Each time I took him in a little farther. Nik’s was by far the largest I’d had, not only long but thick, tan with a beautiful head.