Chapter 11
Eleven
Nico
The beach house is literally that. Right on the beach.
This is a first for me.
As a kid, I had a foster family who took me to the beach a couple of times, where we stayed ten miles from shore in a roadside motel, from which we had to drive to a public access point between the private beachfront homes and pay for parking. That was a damn good weekend.
For these next two weeks, I’m staying at one of those private beachfront homes. I don’t think it’s sunk in yet. When I opened one of those rental apps and saw the fees to stay in a house like this for two weeks in June, I nearly shit myself.
But it’s real. I get to lie on the beach and listen to the waves for fourteen days.
I get to feel sand between my toes for the first time in ages.
More importantly, I get to look next to me in the middle of a weekday, and see my Becca reading a book, or lifting the brim of her sunhat to sip from the straw of a virgin cocktail I made for her.
At the moment, Becca is shouting about something in the bathroom as I’m rummaging through the cabinets. Her voice echoes off the wooden beams of the tall ceilings. “Nico, come look at this!”
Assuming something is wrong, I jog to the bathroom in time to see it—a huge shower stall with so many knobs and jets on the wall, it’s intimidating.
“It looks like a spaceship,” I say.
Becca laughs. “I’ve seen one of these before in a magazine. It’s a steam shower. Let’s see…better take off my clothes first.”
I growl at the sight of her kicking off her shorts, little lace panties, tee-shirt, and bra. Her curvy body steps inside the tiled stall, leaving the glass door open for me.
I think about how in a little while, she won’t fit into those lacy things, or that skimpy bra.
How cute she’ll look with a big, round belly.
I can’t wait to massage her feet, rub her back.
Let her tell me what she needs and how she needs me to please her once the baby is so big she can’t lie on her back anymore.
Yeah. I’ve been reading up on these things.
Becca taps a button on a keypad on the tile, and almost instantly, a small fixture on the wall lets out a gentle cloud of steam. She taps the left side, and more steam comes out.
“Seems like a really bad spot to house an electronic keypad,” I say. “Becca, you need to get out of there now.”
She turns to me with laughter in her eyes. “No, baby, it’s all waterproof. Come on in and have a steam with me.”
It goes against my nature to trust something spraying water near electronics, but I soon forget my consternation with the help of Becca tugging at the drawstring of my shorts.
Reaching back, I slowly pull off my tee-shirt as steam quickly fills the space. I drop my clothes, kicking off my shorts and underwear at the same time.
Towering over Becca, I lean in and take her mouth in a long, sensuous kiss, tasting berries on her tongue from the snacks we picked up from a roadside stand halfway to the beach.
Her tongue in my mouth is teasing, drawing me out. Resting her back against the wall, I let her know how much I need her, deepening the kiss and pressing my aching cock against her soft belly. Taking her hand, I guide her down there, reminding her how I like her to rub it.
The steam is getting intense, but I don’t care. I need to feel my Becca coming for me. I need to see her light up with joy.
Becca spreads for me, and I sink my fingers into her welcoming heat. Her back comes up off the tile, arching her body into me.
“Take it. Let me feel you take it.”
With a whimper, she squeezes my finger with her small muscles.
“That’s it,” I say, rewarding her with a caress over her hard clit.
My eyes are locked onto her face, those parted lips, those soft eyes fluttering closed. Her breath hitches as I work her over.
“Nico…”
I keep going, watching her arousal build and build with every touch, every kiss, every nibble of her lip, her chin, her throat.
More. I need more. “I need to taste you, Becca.”
Before she can respond, I’m kneeling in front of her in the shower, steam slicking my body and hers, making her tanned legs shine with sweat.
She spreads for me, and her scent sends me to another place.
At the taste of her heat, I nearly lose control of myself. I lick through her sweet, damp folds, astonished at how wet she is for me.
Her body writhes against the wall, needing something more, the sounds coming from her throat almost feral. More pressure?
I flatten my tongue and lick her hard, from the base all the way to her aching clit.
I rub myself as I stroke through her wet folds with my tongue, reveling in the ache. The need. She is so ripe. So sweet as she cries out my name.
I have to keep control of myself, pressing down my erection as I taste her. As I fuck her with my tongue.
Becca begins to shake. I go deeper, slower, harder as she bucks against my face.
In another second, her cries echo across the room. Her wetness gushes against my face, already slick and sweaty.
I don’t stop kissing her as she comes.
I was so amped to have this alone time with Becca that I forgot to stop for groceries and supplies.
I’m going to have to do the shopping because she gets hungry.
There are a lot of things I’ll have to do for her. She won’t be happy about it.
But I love the fact that we can lose ourselves in moments like this. I love that we can forget the world and do what we want, when we want to.