Chapter 19
NATE (PRESENT)
Ifall back against the sand, the bright sun blinding me as I stare up at the vast blue sky. Large, wispy clouds decorate the gorgeous view, betraying the horrifying scene that took place only a few hundred feet away.
The heat of the sun is intense, effectively reducing the brittle chill from spending so much time in the water.
I look over and see Ellie’s leggings almost completely dry and my concern over hypothermia begins to subside.
I turn my head back toward the sky and take my first deep breath since the plane started falling apart in the sky.
My muscles ache from the struggle to get us to shore. My head pounds, causing my throbbing temples to keep rhythm with my heartbeat. My shoulder feels like it’s been popped out of place, triggering a tingling sensation down my forearm and into my fingers.
My lungs ache.
My knee burns.
Even my goddamn dick feels sore.
None of that matters as soon as I hear the playful, infectious giggle come from the beautiful woman lying next to me.
I turn my head in her direction, the soft angelic tenor of her laugh evokes a warmth inside my chest, a warmth I only feel when I’m with her.
She exudes the kind of joy only she can after what we just endured.
I can’t help it as my lips curl into a smile.
I watch as she releases her pent-up adrenaline, her laugh turning boisterous, capturing the hysteria of today’s events.
Then she snorts.
A lot.
And now I’m laughing with her. Damn she’s adorable.
She looks over at me, her eyes bright with laughter. I can tell she’s thinking, searching my face for something. Then she’s moving, crawling toward me. I take a deep breath as she climbs on top of me, looking deeply into my eyes. I tilt my head a little, questioning her next move.
“Thank you,” she says. The emotions conveyed in those two words has my breath hitching.
She adjusts herself on top of me until she’s aligned in a position I’ve dreamt about for years.
The same position I envision when I fuck my hand to the thought of her.
The image of her sitting on top of me, just like this, riding my cock until she drenches me with her orgasm, has gotten me through so many lonely nights.
Missing her.
Wanting her.
She lowers her head, her eyes shuttering as she gets closer to my lips.
I leave mine open, not wanting to miss a single second of this.
I want to burn it into my memory. Her breath feathers across my lips and I wait, letting her make the first move.
She gently presses her lips to mine, adding pressure as she sinks further into my body.
Her chest pushes up against mine, my hard cock presses into her pelvis, not quite where I need it, but close enough.
I lose all self-control.
I tangle my hand into her long auburn hair, fisting it tight against her scalp.
I deepen our kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, forcing hers to open in return.
I slide my tongue inside, tangling it with hers as she lets out a soft, sexy moan.
She kisses me back, just as fiercely, as if she can’t get enough of my taste.
I remove my mouth from hers, kissing along her jawline, down the side of her neck, and back up to her pouty full lips—her soft little sighs spurring me on.
Fuck. I’ve wanted this for so long. The sensation of her body on top of mine, her tongue in my mouth, my cock wet with her juices…It’s a fantasy that has gotten me through the last eight years. Knowing that someday she would be mine again.
Our kiss turns ravenous, as if we are back in the ocean drowning, and we are each other’s air. Her hand finds its way into my thick, wet hair, grasping it at the roots and twisting as our kisses turn hard, punishing.
She grinds her hips against mine as she searches for the hardness between my legs, the pressure she wants—needs—against her clit.
I’ll never leave my girl wanting.
I rotate slightly, forcing her legs apart with my thighs, stationing her knees at both sides of my hips until I’m right where she wants me.
I align my cock perfectly and lift my hips, pressing into her and letting her feel how hard I am for her.
How badly I want her. She gasps quietly at the sensation, our kiss temporarily paused as she presses back into me, grinding her pelvis against my aching cock.
“Oh, fuck baby,” I groan, the sensation of her hot center is driving me wild. Even over our clothes, it’s enough to make me come in my pants.
She’s mine. She’s fucking mine. No one will ever get to have her like this again.
I reach between us, arranging my dick so that it presses against her clit as she grinds into me. She whimpers at the contact, so I swivel my hips, a motion I know will hit her sweet spot. It’s a stroke she knows well. She pants heavily as she meets me thrust for thrust.
I tangle my other hand in her hair, pulling her face back down to mine.
I kiss her lips hard as we fuck each other over our clothes.
Our kisses turn loud, messy, losing focus as we pay more attention to what is happening between our legs.
I tear my mouth from hers and lift her shirt and bra, exposing her pink, rosy nipples.
I take one into my mouth, sucking hard the way I know she likes.
She releases a long, low moan that drives me fucking crazy.
“Fuck, Nate…fuck, don’t stop,” she cries out as I bite down softly on her nipple, licking the sting away. I move my attention to her other breast, kissing my way around the heavy globe, sucking the skin into my mouth and leaving behind small bruises.
Her little whimpers drive me mad, making my cock impossibly hard. I continue kissing, licking, sucking her breasts as I reach between us and slide my hand down her bare stomach. I reach the waistband of her leggings, and I look up at her for permission.
“Yes…please…yes,” she nearly begs. Not a single thought of Katie is stopping this. Stopping us.
I slide my hand into her leggings and panties as I continue the path toward my ultimate destination. I can feel the heat emanating from her center; I can smell how turned on she is. I already know she will be slick and ready for me.
Finally, my fingers slide over her slick center, coating them in her arousal.
Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her.
I slide a finger down her center, spreading her juices as I find her opening.
I push my finger into her tight little body, and my thumb finds her clit.
I draw slow, lazy circles around her sensitive button as I pump my finger in and out, a rhythm that drives her crazy.
She thrusts her hips against me, whimpering as she begs for more.
I smile up at her pleading eyes. “Tell me what you need, baby. Use your words.”
“More. I need more!” she cries out, desperate.
“More what?” I smirk, teasing her.
“More…fingers. Your…your cock. I need you inside me. I need to feel full of you.”
I snap.
In one fell swoop, I lift her with me, flipping us over and guiding her down on her back as I crawl over her.
Her hair spreads out in a mess, sand filtering into the strands.
Her shirt and bra are still lifted above her breasts—breasts that are already decorated with the bruises from my mouth.
Her face is flushed, impatient, dying to have my cock inside of her.
Her wish is my command.
I sit back on my knees and unbutton my wet jeans.
I struggle to slide the wet material down my legs, taking one leg out after the other, avoiding the sand as best I can in my sitting position.
My erection strains against my grey boxer briefs, begging to be let loose.
I see Ellie’s eyes widen as she takes in my length.
My girth.
She’s forgotten how well she takes me.
That’s okay. She’ll remember soon.
I glide my boxer-briefs down my legs and my erection springs free. Pre-cum drips down the side of my cock, weeping, dying for the girl lying in front of me.
Ellie licks her lips as she watches me move closer to her.
Jesus Christ.
I’m going to come before I’m even inside of her.
I take my cock in my hand, caressing it from root to tip.
I watch Ellie as I stroke and squeeze, somehow managing to make my dick even harder than it already was.
Her eyes dilate, the vivid green of her irises dim, turning darker by the second.
I groan as I pump my cock faster, watching the wet spot on her grey leggings grow.
I don’t think she realizes that she spread her legs wide open, begging for me as she lifts her hips off the sand.
She becomes impatient, closing her legs and rubbing her thighs together, seeking friction as she watches me fuck my hand.
My breathing gets heavy as I watch her watch me. The rate her breasts rise and fall increases by the second.
“Nate,” she begs, “I need you. Please…”
Fuck, I love to hear her beg.
I bend over her, pecking her eyes, her nose, her lips.
I lift her shirt over her head, effectively relieving her of the awkward bondage it had her in.
I slide the white straps of her bra down her arms and expertly flick the front clasp, allowing her breasts to spill free.
I kiss my way down her neck, across her chest, making sure to pay attention to both of her nipples.
I continue my descent on her stomach and she clenches her muscles, my lips tickling her as I kiss my way down her body.
I lick the rest of the way to her belly button, tasting the salt of her skin and the ocean.
I cross over to her hip, and I bite down gently.
She sucks in a deep breath, letting a whimper loose.
She’s always loved a little pain with her pleasure.
My lips follow her waistband back to the center of her stomach.
I bite at the band, lifting it with my teeth and letting it snap back in place.
I push back on my knees and slide both hands into her leggings, slowly peeling them down her legs.
She lifts her hips, letting me glide them past her perfectly round ass.
I can’t wait to bite it later.
I remove her pants from each leg, and stare down at her gorgeous body. She’s as beautiful as I remembered. There will never be anyone that can compare to her, she’s absolute perfection.
The thin fabric of her black lace panties is the only thing separating my cock from its final destination.
I lower myself onto the sand and in between her legs, my face lining up with her perfect, tight core.
I nuzzle my nose against the band of her panties, then guide it lower, nudging the bridge between her lips.
I inhale deeply and hear Ellie moan from above.
I let the heat from my exhale burn into her panties as I burrow deeper into her silk covered center.
“Oh God, Nate,” she cries out.
I move my nose higher, replacing it with my mouth, covering the length of her. I open my mouth and press my tongue into the fabric concealing my dessert.
She jolts, then stills. Then…screams.
“Oh GOD, NATE!”
She’s not turned on. She’s terrified.
I jump up quickly, looking around in all directions. I try to find the source of her distress. I’m ready to take on anything. A lion, or a tiger, or…
An iguana.