Chapter 52
fifty-two
“Ahhh!” I scream, holding my mask and jumping off the yacht. The cool water of the Pacific Ocean immediately gives me goosebumps without chilling me. I come to the surface and swim over to where Jake’s bobbing in the water, waiting for me.
“Glad you could join me,” Jake teases, snaking an arm around my waist. He leaped in about ten minutes before me because I was fretting with the fit of my snorkel mask.
I wrap my legs around him, eliminating the space between us as we float in the waves.
“Fuck, Kate. You can’t be getting me hard out here when I can’t do anything about it. ”
I grind against him for good measure, a small payback for taunting me about taking so long. “My bad,” I reply playfully, smiling obnoxiously while wearing my mask. “See anything good in the water yet?”
“Yes. You’re going to love it. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to come here,” he says, releasing his hold on my waist. “Follow me.”
Every stroke through the ocean waves requires more energy than it does when swimming in a lake or pool, making it take longer than you think to swim a short distance.
My speed is also hindered by my inexperience with snorkeling, fearing I can’t breathe, and needing to stop for a moment to calm my nerves.
That all goes away the moment I see my first Hawaiian green sea turtle.
Jake stops, pointing ahead to a cluster of three sea turtles diving toward the landscape of muted coral.
I still my movement and stare at how the olive-green shells of the turtles stand out against the cloudy-blue water.
A couple of small sucker fish appear to be catching a ride on the back of one of the sea turtles, not seeming to bother the turtle in the slightest. A school of vibrant yellow fish in various sizes swims by us, and I’m mesmerized by how much diversity can exist in one place.
When our boat captain waves us in thirty minutes later, my muscles are achy from fighting the current, but I’m blissfully happy as I climb onto the yacht. Jake hangs a towel around my shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down my arms to help dry me off with a blissful grin on his face.
Today was another core memory. An adventure we’ll never forget because of what we saw and who we were with.
I lean against the hotel balcony railing, taking in the midnight sky strewn with a small number of stars. The saltiness in the air, combined with the sound of the ocean waves, calms my senses. I wish we could stay in this magical Maui bubble forever.
“God, you smell delicious,” Jake murmurs, wrapping his body around me from behind, startling me slightly because I didn’t hear him come out of the room.
I sigh and lean back on him. “I don’t want this week to end,” I respond.
“Say the word and I’ll extend our trip,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I chuckle, knowing he’d do it in a heartbeat if that’s what I wanted. If only we didn’t have to be adults with countless responsibilities.
“We still have tonight,” I whisper, turning around to face him. His hands are planted on the balcony railing, confining me.
“What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll have to take a seat and find out,” I say with a smirk, arching my eyebrows. His passion for me has unlocked a newfound sexual confidence, allowing me to feel more comfortable in my skin. Willing to try anything with him because of how safe he makes me feel.
I lean back against the balcony railing as Jake sits on the outdoor sofa.
He’s wearing a cobalt-blue shirt, bringing out the blue flecks in his eyes, and chino shorts that cling to his thighs.
His hair is tousled, making you wonder if it naturally looks that perfect or if he spent time cultivating every piece into place.
It’s the former, not the latter. His legs are spread wide, and his eyes are locked on me, sending a zing of desire to my core.
I stroll toward him slowly, trying to build suspense. Although he’s usually the one taking charge when it comes to sex, I want to change that tonight. Own his body. Make him lose his mind.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in that dress?” Jake says on an exhale, taking in all of me.
“A few times,” I reply, locking my eyes on him. “Although I don’t plan on wearing it much longer.”
He groans as his hands move to my hips. I tilt my head back slightly at the sensation of his fingers on my body, like flames are touching me. I want to draw out this seduction. Make him beg for me, except I’m losing my mind after one small touch from him.
Fuck it.
I straddle him and crash my lips against his. Everything within my body lights up as his tongue tangles with mine. I could spend hours kissing him, and it’d never be enough. A lifetime with Jake Caldwell is not enough.
His hands are under my dress, moving up my thighs until they stop suddenly at my hips. He pulls back and looks at me with unbridled lust.
“Are you not wearing panties?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck me,” he groans, grabbing my bare ass. “When did you take them off?”
“Haven’t worn them all night,” I whisper. “Too bad you didn’t check at dinner, or we could’ve been doing this so much sooner.” I nibble on his earlobe, pressing featherlight kisses down his neck.
“Fuck. Do I need to start checking whether you’re wearing underwear before we go anywhere?”
“Depends. What will you do if I’m not?”
His length hardens underneath me. Hopefully, he wasn’t planning to wear these shorts on the plane tomorrow because I’m pretty sure they’re getting soaked by my arousal.
“You know exactly what I’ll do. Fuck you before we leave and then again once we’re home. Leave absolutely no doubt who your pussy belongs to.”
“Promises like that will make me never wear underwear again,” I murmur, rolling my hips, chasing the friction both of us desperately need.
He squeezes my ass harder as my eyes lock on his.
I reach for his belt buckle and undo it, my fingers tease along his waist as he lifts his hips, allowing me to pull down his shorts and boxer briefs at the same time.
His eyebrows arch in surprise at how I’m taking control and my willingness to have sex on the balcony.
I grind against his cock, as a small moan escapes from my lips. Longing to have him buried deep inside me. Filling me. Stretching me in a way only he can do.
I put my hands on his shoulders and rise enough to position myself over him, lightly rubbing his tip against my soaked pussy. We groan with each stroke of friction against my clit.
“Fuck, Kate. You’re driving me insane.” His voice is raw, like he’s struggling to control himself. “I don’t have a condom. Give me two seconds to grab one.”
I shake my head, locking my eyes with him. I grab his cock and line it up with my entrance.
“I don’t want anything between us. I need to feel all of you,” I reply confidently, hoping to take this next step if it’s something he wants, too.
I stop moving against him. Wanting him to make this decision based on what he’s ready for in our relationship, not just the overwhelming sexual desires fueling us.
“It’s not something I’ve considered doing with anyone,” he murmurs. His fingers lightly trail up and down my thighs under my dress. “Not until you. I want you to be the first…the only woman I fuck bare.”
My mouth drops open at the meaning behind his words. Although I’ve never doubted his seriousness about our future, this feels like more. A promise of what’s to come. Words we’re not ready to say but starting to feel.
I swirl my pussy over the tip of his cock one more time before sliding down his hard length. Instinctively moaning at the fullness, stretching me to my limits in the best combination of pleasure and pain. Igniting all the nerve endings in my pussy, even though I haven’t started moving.
“You feel…so fucking incredible, Kate,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. An intimate gesture he does a lot that makes me wonder if it’s his way of expressing an emotion he doesn’t know how to verbalize.
My resolve snaps, unable to wait any longer.
I press my hands against his shoulders and slide up and down his shaft, rotating my hips.
His fingers grasp my hips so tightly I expect to find indentations after we’re done.
The crisp night air hardens my nipples as I pick up the pace, grinding into him.
“Need to see all of you,” he pants, pulling my dress over my head. He runs his hands down my bare back, and I arch into his touch.
“Oh my God. I’m so close,” I moan.
“Come for me. Come on my bare cock. Let me feel you all over me.” His hands palm my breasts, slowly twisting my nipples.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. My orgasm explodes as my pussy clenches his dick, making it hard for me to keep up my rhythm.
I’m not sure whether it’s him, the position we’re in, fucking him bare, or a combination of the three, but everything is heightened with him.
“Holy fuck, Kate. That was…fucking amazing. I’ll never forget the feeling of you drenching my bare cock for the first time,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands and gazing into my eyes.
“You’re not done yet. My girl always gets more than one orgasm.
” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting into me.
“I don’t know if I can take any more,” I pant. “I’m so fucking sensitive.”
“Good. Let’s see if we can make you come two more times.”
His pace increases as one of his hands moves to my clit.
He starts rubbing it in slow circles, increasing the pressure with every stroke.
It doesn’t take long until another orgasm builds, waiting to explode again.
All it takes is a deep thrust with a flick to my clit to send me spiraling over the edge again.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I shout, my pussy tightening around his cock.
“One more, sweetheart. Make me the happiest fucking man in the world and come with me.”
I nod, pushing myself against him to increase the friction between us.
He doesn’t let up on the pace; his fingers go back to my clit.
It’s not going to take much for me to orgasm.
Every single thrust of his cock and fingers is lighting the fuse, building what will likely be my biggest eruption of the night.
“I’m close, Kate. Come with me,” he pleads, pounding into me, hard and deep, while my boobs bounce in his face.
“Right there. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me,” I groan.
“Fuck,” he yells as my pussy clenches, pulling him over the edge with me. His dick pulses, spilling cum deep inside me. Marking me in a way that I didn’t expect... Claiming me as his.