35. Sea Salt & Champagne
CHAPTER 35
Sea Salt & Champagne
ALISTAIR
Seeing Ivy looking dreamily at the baby makes me feel affection and alarm in equal measure. I don’t stop to interrogate my feelings. Instead, I shake some water onto her to snap her out of her reverie. She giggles and looks up at me, squinting and shading her eyes from the sun, which feels stronger than usual, and certainly hotter than anything we experience in the UK.
“If you want me out of this bikini, you’ll have to wrestle me for it.”
“Oh?” I ask, grinning. “Is that how it’s going to be?”
“Yes,” she replies. “That’s how it’s going to be.”
“I’m happy to wrangle you. In fact, it would be my pleasure.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Before she can brace herself, I launch into her, grabbing and lifting her into the air. She squeals and kicks, laughing, punching me half-heartedly.
“Put me down, you brute!”
“No way, José.”
She’s still struggling, but I have a good grip on her. I make my way to the water.
“Don’t you dare!” she yells. “Don’t you dare!”
She doesn’t use her safe word, so I keep going. When we get to knee-level she lands an elbow in my abs that doubles me over. She shrieks as I almost drop her into the water. I mock-groan in pain.
“Serves you right!” she laughs, but I can see she’s concerned that she’s hurt me. To prove otherwise, I laugh and launch her upwards as if I’m going to throw her. She shrieks again and hangs onto me for dear life. Her arms are around my neck as we get chest-deep. I let her go gently so that she can stand while we kiss. The fight leaves her as we embrace, and I can taste the sea salt and champagne on her lips.
I moan into her mouth. “Fuck. You are just … delectable.”
“Go on,” she teases, batting her lashes.
I chuckle while I untie her bikini top, her luscious tits bouncing. I thumb her nipples, inhaling deeply. I loop the bikini around my neck so we don’t lose it, then get back to her nipples, sucking as much of her boob as I can fit. Fuck, the feeling of it in my mouth while the water laps quietly against us, the sun on my back. My cock wakes up, twitching in the temperate sea.
“Where’s that SPF lube when we need it?” she jokes.
“We don’t need lube,” I reply.
“What? Heresy! Who are you even?”
“We don’t need lube because I’m going to stand here enjoying your magnificent tits forever. Till the end of time.”
Ivy laughs. “It might get a bit chilly this evening.”
“I don’t care.”
“We’ll get hungry.”
“Your body is all the sustenance I need.”
“And my sparkling personality.”
“It’s an added bonus.”
Playful, she slaps my side, and the water gives it a great smacking sound, which makes me think of spanking her. It makes me harder.
“Careful,” I say. “You’re giving me ideas.” I pull her body toward mine, until almost every part of us is touching. She grinds up against my erection and breathes into my ear, giving me goosebumps.
“Jesus, Ivy,” I growl. “If you don’t cut that out I’ll fuck you right here and now.”
She keeps up the pressure. “Well, it is a private beach, right?”
I pick her up and carry her to the shallows, then lay her down and kiss her, pulling off her bikini bottoms. She shrieks as the water laps at her naked pussy.
I know I can’t fuck her right here—the sand makes it untenable— but I can make her come. I lie with my body in the shallow water and my head in between her legs and eat her out slowly, savoring it like she’s my last meal on earth. Ivy writhes and moans, and I just keep going, enjoying the taste of her, the feel of her silky smooth skin on my tongue. Loving the way her pussy blooms when she’s so turned on. When I feel her fingers in my hair, I know she’s close to coming. I increase my pace, wishing I could plunge my cock into her juicy, swollen hole. I growl at the thought of it, my mouth vibrating on her clit as I’m sucking it, and she cries out. I start humming then, a long low groan, and she cries out and claws my shoulders as she comes, her hips undulating with waves of pleasure.
Satisfied with my performance, but still hellishly horny, I hand Ivy her bikini top back.
“You’re sure?” she asks. “You look so good in it. Maybe we should get you a gold one.”
I smack her ass, and she giggles.
“We haven’t had a proper spanking session yet,” she says.
“We haven’t done one percent of the things I want to do to you yet,” I reply.
“Imagine we could live here. Imagine neither of us had to work, and we just spent all day every day fucking each other in new ways.”
“My god, Ivy. You know how to make a man crazy. How can I ever go back to the office after you’ve said that?”
“We could live in a hut. Zero responsibilities except for catching the occasional fish for dinner.”
“Okay, I’m not so keen on the hut idea.”
She laughs. “Fine. A mansion on the beach. But a small one.”
“A small mansion,” I deadpan. “That’s doable.”
“We could learn how to sail. We could plunder fancy yachts. We could become pirates.”
“You read too many books.”
“Ha. No such thing.”
“You’d make a hot pirate, though,” I say. “Eye patch?”
“Of course. And a peg leg.”
I cackle. “Hot.”
“I know, right?” she grins. “But I must warn you, my beard will smell like anchovies.”
“You can’t scare me,” I reply. “Your beard already smells like anchovies.”
She gives a belly laugh at that one and shoves me. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m not the one fantasizing about peg-legged Barnacle Bill.”
“Fair. Peg-legged Barnacle Betty?”
“No, thank you.”
“One-eyed Suzie Scurvy?”
“I think the champagne has gone to your head. Have you been adequately hydrating?”
“That’s exactly what Brumilde said! I swear you guys are related.”
“We are. Just not by blood.”
“I love her,” Ivy says. “And Alex. And the rest of your crazy family, too.”
“Now you’re going too far. You’re hallucinating.”
“Excellent orgasms will do that to you.”
“This is true. Ready for lunch?”
She bites her lip. “Depends what’s for lunch,” she replies, reaching for my cock.