Chapter 7 #2
It was quite the sight, stirring feelings I’d never felt.
I clutched the wooden box, making sure it was secured in the depth of my pocket before I pushed my shorts to the ground and rushed into the water, throwing up ripples around her magical figure.
“This is mermaid dust,” I said, splashing her playfully, “reserved only for true sirens of the sea.”
“You are full of shit,” Ellie gleaned, her teeth sparkling white in the moonlight. “But I like it.”
We played in the water for a long while, watching the plankton flow over us, illuminated by our touch. I was afraid to touch Ellie. Without clothes between us, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself. But she was the one who got closer. She was the one who kissed me.
My nerve endings sparked, much like the surrounding bioluminescence. I pulled my hips away to hide how she made me grow. But Ellie abandoned all restraint that night, kissing me deeply and openly.
I tried to keep space between us but she wrapped her legs around me, crossing her ankles behind my back.
Hugging my neck tight, she moaned through kisses that became impatient for more.
All I wanted was to get lost in those lips, and to feel every inch of her surface with every inch of mine. It took all my will to pull away.
I panted, straining my neck to find respite from her kisses. The fiery spark in her blue eyes, as if staring deep into my soul, made it hard to speak. “Ellie, if we keep this up I might not be able to stop. ”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her voice sure.
A tingling desire pulsed to my erection that was pressed between us, but it was the warmth that flooded my chest that took my breath away. This moment was too good to be true. For a long moment, I worried if she was too good for me. If I deserved her.
“But you’ve never…” I said, worried she might regret giving herself to me later.
Her legs tightened around my waist, pressing herself onto the hardness I couldn’t control any more than the feelings rushing through me in electric waves.
“I don’t know how to do this, but I’m tired of not doing it,” she gushed, almost breathless. “I can’t not do it anymore. I need this, Spencer. I need you.”
My heart pounded so hard I felt like it might leap from my chest as I stared into her eyes, searching for signs of doubt. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure,” Ellie said, loosening her hold around my hips. Her hand slipped between us, her fingers wrapping around my girth. I throbbed in her hand, breathless.
“Oh my god,” she said, a worried look in her blue eyes. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
My palm slid up her back to the space between her shoulder blades, the fingertips of the other hand touching her cheek tenderly before trailing down her neck and chest, over her taut stomach and between her legs.
Ellie gasped as my fingers parted her lips.
I’d dreamt for months of touching her like this.
Gazing into the depths of those shimmering blue eyes as I explored her silky center, I whispered. “I think I will fit perfect.”
I slid a finger inside and her head fell back as she moaned. “I want you so bad it hurts,” she whined.
I knew exactly how she felt, the deep ache of desire. I’d never needed something so bad as I needed her right then… I couldn’t wait to lay her out and take her. But then I thought about the hard metal bed of the truck. “I have a towel. We can lay on the beach.”
She lifted her head, eyes afire as she constricted around my finger. A charge shot through me, making me even harder in her hand as she pushed out the breathy words full of longing.
“I want to do it here. Now.”
She tightened her grip, and waved her other arm through the water, leaving a trail of sparkles. “Please, Spencer,” she pleaded. “It’s magical.”
My breath caught as I pulsed in her fist, desperate to feel her from the inside. “You’re magic.”
Her elbow anchored around my neck, she held me in place with the other hand as she lifted her hips and slipped me inside her. She groaned, sliding further onto me. I watched her eyes, alert for signs of discomfort. “Go slow,” I told her gently, “You’re in control.”
“I’ve lost all control with you, Spencer,” she sighed. “And I love it.” Her body opened for me, and she moaned as she took me deeper.
I loved her , but I was too afraid to say it. I could barely speak at all, she felt so good stretched around me. “I love it, too, beautiful. ”
When she was finally able to take all of me, Ellie held still, her mouth half-open as she stared deep into my eyes. I throbbed inside her in time with my heart pounding against hers. I’d never felt anything like it.We pulsed together as one.
I held her in my arms as she lifted and lowered herself, moaning in the moonlight. Her round breasts glistened, sliding over my chest.
She moved faster and faster, slipping over me more easily. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades, a fierceness filling her eyes. The sparkling bioluminescence bubbled around us with the motion, a twinkling symphony to accompany her moans.
Ellie gripped me from within, her face twisting in pleasure as her sounds drifted up toward the stars. She bounced on me harder and faster, eyes wide as she called out, “Oh my god, Spencer. Oh my god.”
I was pretty sure neither of my two previous—mostly unremarkable—sexual experiences had ended in orgasm for the girl. But Ellie’s climax was unmistakable. Her shrill moans were music in the darkness.
The rush built in me, a tidal wave consuming my entire body.
I held back as long as I could, but Ellie clenching me from within while howling my name sent me hurtling over the edge.
Unable to control my own elevating noises, I had just enough self-control to try lifting her off me.
In response, her ankles latched tighter behind my back.
I squirmed, mustering all restraint, and just when I was sure it was too late, I was able to raise her hips and release into the water.
Shuddering, I held her in my arms. I could feel her heart thumping in her chest, through mine, as her labored breath tickled my ear.
Trembling together, we held tight until our breathing finally calmed.
Finally, her feet unlatched behind me, and she slid down my front.
My persistent hardness pressed into the warmth of her stomach.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since I was fourteen,” she sighed. “I’m so glad I waited for the right guy.”
I pulled her to my lips. “I’m glad I was the right guy.”
Ellie tucked under my arm as we emerged, dripping, from the water.
The night air felt perfect against our naked flesh as we walked toward the towel I’d left onshore.
I briefly patted my legs dry then draped the towel around her shoulders, brushing a hardened nipple with the back of my hand before bending down to retrieve my shorts.
The weight of the wooden box in my pocket reminded me that the ring was still there.
I pulled the box out and waited for Ellie to dry herself. “I finally got this for you today. I’ve been waiting for months.”
She looked up with curious eyes, slowly prying the lid. Despite the poor lighting, she recognized it immediately. A smile spread across her face. “The conch pearl?”
“I knew you loved it. I hope it fits.”
Carefully, she removed the ring and placed the box on the sand, before sliding the band onto her left ring finger. “It fits perfectly…” Her eyes gleamed with an unforgettable brilliance in the moonlight, a sight I’d take with me to my grave. “Just like you.”