We find the perfect rhythm. His fingers mimic the thrust of his hips, pumping and reaching deep. Curling forward, he finds that place, that beautiful-touch-me-there-again place. And he does. Over and over, hitting it and at the same time he sweeps the pad of this thumb against my clit. I can feel it start, a budding pressure spreading slowly and then with growing force. My orgasm builds, crowning into a breaking wave. Tightening, my legs draw up and lock as I rock back and forth, clenching around him.
“Oh. Oh, my God,” I cry. It’s intense, earth-moving intense, and I lose sight of everything while riding the peak, destroying it and coming back to reality on the broken crest. His hand gentles, massaging the remnants of my climax, and it feels amazing. Tipping my head into his neck, I breathe long drags of his rich, unique maleness—a little bit of sweat, the sun and just, him. Now he’s mixed with me, and sex. It’s erotic, and for only tonight, it’s mine.
Crap. Mine sounds so good, but so scary at the same time. The urge to run hums just under my skin. I'm good at it. It's what I do. Letting go with Kyle, letting him see me in such a needy, vulnerable way has my muscles itching to race for distance. I don't do intimacy because in my old life I latched on to it like a moth to a flame. I craved relationships. The thrill of falling in love, the security, and the connection were my high. But the last one destroyed my life. That's what blind faith will do. I believed in a beautiful perception and when his truth was unveiled, he stole everything. And not just from me.
Forcing myself to breathe and find a minute of peace, I hide the past and shy away from my nook to stare into Kyle’s clear eyes. They're filled with awe and I revel in his Kyle smile. It starts small, a teasing smirk, and it grows, stretching across his face. When his smile's this wide, a small dimple creases his left cheek. My fingers have nowhere to go but to his face, running along his lower lip and then into that completely endearing dip.
“That was some kinda sexy,” he says, swooping down to capture my mouth. It's brief, but devastating at the same time. “I could live on that memory for the rest of my life and remain satisfied.”
He’s yet to remove his hand. I gasp as he slides deeper and I tighten around him. He's at my ear now, nibbling, and whispering, “You feel so good wrapped around me, and it's only going to get better. Are you ready for me?”
Hell yes, I could do this again. After two more thrusts, he glides out only to linger over my clit. I groan and grab his dick as payback. I suspect, by what’s pressed into my thigh, he’s big. It's a thousand percent confirmed when I make contact. My Lord, I need to fan myself and take a breather. I want nothing more than to bare him and take him in my mouth.
“My turn,” I say, as I work the line of his zipper.
Laughter, loud and growing louder, greets us as we roll over and I push him into the sand. We look up together, staring and unable to move. My hand is halfway down his pants, his just out of mine, as a group of teenage boys highjack the beach. Our eyes connect, then swing back and forth between us and our visitors and then we lose it, laughing the funny, awkward, caught-sneaking-into-the-proverbial-cookie-jar laughter. Tears stream down my face at the absurdity of it. I roll off of him into the sand, clutching my stomach when hoots and whistles rise above my own giggles. Somewhere through my haze, I realize Kyle’s watching me, a twinkle in his eyes and a huge, dimple-filled grin confirming his own hilarity.
“It . . . it’s not that funny,” he says, trying to straighten his face.
I can’t respond because of my hitching breath. It’s really not, but for some reason being caught in the act on the beach has set me off. Maybe it’s because I haven’t laughed, really laughed, in a very long time and it feels so good.
After another minute I stand, zipping my shorts with my back to our audience. All the laughter gone, Kyle watches the show with an intensity I've yet to see from him. We're not playing anymore.
I take the same approach and look him up and down. I’ve ruined his shirt. I pulled it into loose twists that can’t fall away due to my fierce grip. First my hands twisted into it to keep him away from Derrick, then I gripped it as I rode his hand as if it were giving me the first orgasm I’d ever had. I haven’t felt that free in years, and I took everything I needed to find that freedom. I’m not sorry about what happened. I’m taking tonight and will deal with the consequences in the morning.
“You’re right. Come on,” I say. I reach out, and Kyle takes my offered assistance and pops to his feet. “I’m taking you home.”
“Breaking one of your rules, are you?”
“Don’t get any ideas, Cowboy. We’re going to my place, but I didn’t say anything about a bed.” His eyes narrow and I smile, moving to grip his shirt. Pulling him closer, I take in his gruff whisper, the one that makes me wet and needy. “I was thinking since you’ve already had me on the sand, we could try the shower and maybe the table or against a wall.”
A slow move and he nestles into my hips. The pressure of his erection digs into me and the throb is back. Looking into the crystal-clear beauty of his eyes, it’s easy to imagine more with Kyle, his sweet smile and carefree nature something I could get used to. But real feelings are dangerous; it’s better to pretend. I’ll live in a fantasy until sunrise when the reality of my life will resume once more.
Kyle grips my chin, forcing my gaze from the curve of his lips to connect with his.
“We’re going to break your rules and make our own. No worries about the future; no fear of the past. It’s just you and me tonight.”
My thoughts are driven back to him when he bends into me again, forehead to forehead. The solid strength of his arms wraps around my waist. For a long moment we just hold still, appreciating the heat passing between us, and the odd attachment that’s formed there as well. “Make me feel good, Kyle. I need this.”
The sharp intake of his breath and the tightening of his arms is his first response. A swift kiss and a pinch to my ass is the second, and it lightens the mood. “Then by all means, Angel, take me home.”
Chapter Six
Kyle
It’s a full-out race and she’s fast. Those long-ass legs have a great stride. A glowing tan and firm muscles pull her through the sand. I’m right on top of her, touching and grabbing skin wherever I can. Her giggles spur me on.
We’re minutes from her house. She lives in an apartment complex with maybe five units, supported ten feet from the ground on stilts with individual staircases leading to the front doors. I grab her on the first step, spinning her around so we’re eye to eye. Loneliness hides within them most of the time, but not now. Not tonight. In this moment there’s only need, and that's something I know how to work with.
Our breath, heightened by the run, meets between us until it stops altogether when I crash my mouth against hers. There’s no thought, no chance to stop, and no way I’ll let her change her mind. I lick into her mouth as if she's better than anything I've tasted before, and it's the truth.
I’m drunk on Faith, consumed by her smell. The sweet hint of jasmine and sex suck me in. It's so fucking good. I want to savor every bite until I can have it all—all of her.
Finally, after what seems like years, my hands are on her tits. Still living on the memory of her pussy tightening on my fingers, I long for more. I pinch and pull until her whimpers extend to a full-blown groan. The tight tips dig into my palm as I squeeze the perfect fit.
I break away and she gulps in air. Smiling when she whispers “Oh, God”, I bend to take her in, ripping her clothes down to expose her tit to the air and my tongue. It's my turn to call for God when I'm sucking so hard she cries out and grips my hair.