Chapter 14 #2
By the time I rose, my mouth was wet, my fingers were wet, and Kelly looked like I had personally given her a slice of heaven.
She stared at me.
Then, in a voice shredded by her orgasm, said, “That was-”
I pressed my lips into hers before she could finish and kissed her.
I tasted her on my lips and made a low, demolished sound that nearly undid me again.
“Are you okay,” I asked against her lips.
“Unfair,” she breathed and laughed. “That was completely unfair.”
“How so?”
“You are not allowed to be that good at something and also look like that while doing it.”
“At what specifically?”
“Don’t fish for compliments. Not right now.”
“I’m not fishing. I’m asking.”
“At everything. At this. At making me lose my mind on a beach.”
Her hands slid under my shirt, over my stomach, my back, and then down to the front of my jeans with terrifying purpose.
“This,” she said, breathless, “is why you’re treacherous.”
Then she dropped to her knees in the sand in front of me.
For one beat, my brain stopped.
Entirely.
Kelly looked up at me with moonlight in her eyes and her mouth still swollen from kissing and coming, and I had exactly enough time to say, “You do not have to-”
She unbuttoned my jeans and said, “I know.”
The zipper came down.
She pushed the denim and my briefs just low to get me free, and the second the cool air hit my cock I had to brace one hand on the dune behind her.
Jesus Christ.
She looked at me.
And because Kelly was still Kelly, even with me half out of my mind and hard to hurt, she said, “Oh, I’m definitely not being reasonable anymore.”
Then she put her mouth on me.
Everything in my body locked at once.
I swore and caught the back of her head before I could stop myself, not forcing, needing contact, needing something to hold while she took me in with a kind of hungry curiosity that made me see white for a second.
She was not shy.
Not tentative.
What she lacked in practice she made up for in pure willingness, in the raw, immediate honesty of the way she wanted to learn what I liked from the sounds I made and the way my body reacted in her hands.
That was hotter than skill ever had a right to be.
“Kelly,” I said, because if I didn’t say her name I was going to say something much less civil.
She hummed around me and I nearly lost the entire thread of the evening.
Her hand moved with her mouth, slick and sure enough now from what she’d done to me by touching, and every time she looked up at me, those eyes, that mouth, that knowing little flash of power because she could feel what she was doing to me, I got closer to wrecked.
I pulled her off before I came.
Kelly came up laughing softly, demolished and sexy and so obviously not done that my body surged back to life the second I got her standing again.
I kissed her hard.
She kissed me back harder.
I got her jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then worked my own down enough to kick them aside, and there was too much skin and not enough.
The cold sand. The wind. Her body against mine. Her breasts pressed to my chest. My cock sliding hard against her stomach when I pulled her closer.
Kelly gasped and gripped my shoulders.
“Still want me?” I asked against her mouth.
She looked at me like I’d insulted her. “I’m naked on a beach, Xerses.”
Fair.
I reached between us, rubbed her once more to feel her shake for me, then lined myself up.
And stopped.
The one where everything we’d done stopped being almost and became irrevocable in the body.
Kelly saw it in my face.
She was hot, wanting but nervous.
I wanted her honest all the way through this.
“You tell me if you want to stop,” I said.
She nodded.
“No.” I cupped the side of her face. “Use words.”
Her lashes flickered.
I kissed her once, slowly, while I pushed inside her.
Kelly cried out into my mouth and her body seized.
I stopped instantly.
Every muscle in me screamed to keep going.
I didn’t move.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders hard to bruise. Her forehead dropped to my chest. Her breath came fast and shallow.
“Talk to me.”
She let out one strained laugh that sounded halfway to pain and halfway to disbelief. “I hate that you keep doing that.”
“Do you want me to stop.”
“I need a second.”
I kissed the top of her head and held still inside her while she breathed. Every inch of me felt her. Tight and new. The pressure of it was almost blinding.
After a few seconds, her body started to ease around me.
She lifted her head and looked at me.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I moved, slowly.
Her mouth opened on a shuddering breath and I nearly lost my mind right there.
On the stroke she was moving with me.
On the fifth she was making those low, broken sounds again.
By the time I put my hand between us and rubbed her clit, she was arching into me like she had forgotten every reason to be careful and remembered only this.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, right there.”
Her body opening into what it wanted. Her mouth giving me the exact thing she needed. Her hands pulling me in deeper because she trusted what I was doing enough to ask for more.
I took her harder.
I was still ready to stop or slow if she needed but she didn’t.
She came apart with a low, gutted cry against my mouth, thighs trembling around me, my name falling out of her like a prayer she had no interest in being elegant about.
And that was the end of me.
I buried my face in her neck, drove into her twice more, and came hard to lose the breath in my chest.
When I could think again, barely, I realized I was still holding her too tightly.
I loosened my grip.
Kelly laughed against my throat. Shaky. Wrecked. Entirely too pleased with the state of me.
I drew back enough to look at her.
With her hair wild and mouth swollen I was lost. But when I added in the bar skin lit silver by moonlight and some sand stuck to her calf, she was absolutely the beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“How do you feel,” I asked.
“Like I need a moment before I trust my legs.”
“That bad?”
“That good. Don’t look smug.”
“I’m not smug.”
“You are radiating smugness. I can feel it through the dark.”
“That’s moonlight.”
“Shut up.”
She blinked up at me, and something in her face changed. Softer now. Truer.
“Like that was worth waiting for,” she said quietly.
The sentence hit me deeper than it should have.
“Was it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Xerses. I am naked on a beach and smiling. What more evidence do you need?”
Instead of answering, I kissed her once, gently, and said the first true thing I had.
“Good.”