Chapter 6
six
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Sex on the Beach
“I don’t think Elizabeth Bennet ever had to worry about getting sand in her lady bits.”
~Emily Lane
Jake
I played the song I'd been working on, all the while under Emily's unwavering gaze. I was inspired to write it as I’d sat alone on the balcony of my hotel room, wondering if I’d always be alone.
I hadn't named it until that moment—giving it to Emily by naming it for the ocean we sat next to. It felt so appropriate, thinking about the ebb and flow of life. This moment with her felt like the tide pulling me in, and I didn’ t want to fight it.
“What do you think?” I asked, setting my guitar aside after singing the last verse.
“Wow …” She shook her head, her mouth hanging open.
“I've never been serenaded on the beach by a gorgeous rockstar.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, shock on her face.
I laughed; something told me she didn't mean to say that out loud.
Her flustered honesty was adorable, and it made me want her even more.
Seeing her blush, I cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss.
At first, I wanted to reassure her, but then she opened her lips, her tongue traced my lower lip, and I was lost. Her body pressed against me was like a spark igniting my ardor.
I got hard as fuck, my dick tenting my board shorts.
It wanted attention, and it wanted it from Emily.
She smelled so good, like magnolias and sunshine.
Her mouth tasted like the Corona she’d sipped earlier, but there was something more, something distinctly Emily.
She was so fucking beautiful. So different from the groupies who congregated backstage at the concerts, who threw themselves at me, wanting nothing more than a night of fun and an addition to their list of celebrity conquests.
Emily was real, unguarded, and her every reaction felt like a gift.
The kiss went on and on, growing passionate as I slipped my hand under her flimsy cover-up and caressed her breast. She cried out when I gently twisted her nipple, the little nub hardening under my ministrations.
“Oh, Jake!”
“Do you like that, Emily?”
She didn’t speak, just whimpered against my lips.
I took that as a green light and slid my hand down to her luscious ass, squeezing her softness in my palm.
Damn, she had one of those juicy asses that had a tight jiggle.
I gripped it and gave it a firm shake. The sensation of her flesh quivering beneath my palm was heady, sending a shot of electricity through me.
Her curves were perfect, and the way she melted into my touch drove me wild.
With a jerk, I pulled her body onto my lap so she straddled me.
I took a second to absorb the pleasure—the feeling of her core against my cock and her breasts in my face.
Before I could think about it, I tugged the swim cover over her head and bared her perky tits, taking a hardened nipple in my mouth.
Her skin was warm and soft, and the way she arched into me felt like surrender and desire all at once.
Emily gasped when I gently bit the nub, and I smiled against her flesh, happy with her reaction. Her hands roamed my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as she pressed herself closer. The heat of her body against mine was insane, every touch sending shocks threatening to electrocute me.
I released her nipple and pressed my mouth to hers, groaning into her soft lips.
My hands slid up her back, tracing the delicate curvature of her spine before grabbing her soft ass again and pressing her perky globes into my hips, feeling the heat of her pussy against me.
Her body felt like it was made for me, her softness fitting against my hard edges perfectly.
“Fuck, Emily. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. I peppered kisses across her soft cheek and down her neck, smelling her soft perfume. It was intoxicating. “ I want you.” I put it out there, letting her know where I wanted this to go.
She pulled back and looked at me, her pupils dilated with what I hoped was a desire matching my own. Her lips were red and swollen from our kisses. Her eyes held a vulnerability that made my heart ache.
“Good,” she whispered, a playful edge in her voice sending another electric jolt through my limbs. Before I could respond, she leaned forward and nipped my lower lip.
I was done for. Game on.
Growling, I flipped her, so she was under me, the soft sand cushioning her beneath the blanket. I hovered above, reveling in the feel of her body.
I kissed her again, this time slower, luxuriating in her addictive sweet taste. I moved lower, trailing across her pulse and collarbone. She moaned, anchoring her hands in my hair, urging me to continue.
Further down, I nuzzled her breasts, lavishing more attention on her beautiful pink nipples. She arched her back, crying out, pressing herself closer.
“Jake,” she gasped in a trembling voice.
I pinched a nipple hard, and she squealed, her hips bucking up in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand in a growl. My hand trailed up her thigh, reaching the edge of her adorable underwear. I trailed my finger along the seam, making her stomach quiver with my touch.
I needed to hear her tell me. I needed to know she was as into this as I was, that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She lifted her head and focused on my eyes. “I want this, Jake. Please,” she said, no hesitation in her voice. Her certainty sent a thrill through me, sealing the connection between us.
I kissed her again—hard, possessive. Reaching down, I cupped her through her panties, feeling her heat. Slipping beneath the fabric, I found her wet and ready to go further. Her slickness was a testament to her desire, and it drove me to the edge.
She gasped when my fingers slid through her folds in slow, deliberate movements. I found her clit and circled the little nub, coaxing whimpers from her. She bucked against my hand, giving in to the pleasure. It made me crazy, and I went all in.
Reaching down, I pulled off those cute goddamn panties I’d been obsessed with all night and tossed them aside. The scent of her heady arousal assaulted me, making my dick pulse. Oh God, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Pressing my forehead against the sweet swell of her lower stomach, I absorbed the heat coming from her core and peppered kisses down into the slick heat of her pussy. I spread open her lips and licked the length of her. Her taste was addictive, a sweetness I’d never get enough of.
Her torso jerked upward, her hips pressing into my face. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth, feeling the hot nub vibrate. Her thighs shook as they pressed against my head, her soft flesh trembling .
“Emily, you’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured, my voice thick. I kissed each of her thighs, nibbling gently.
When I looked up, her smile was soft and sweet. It made my chest ache. Her gaze held a tenderness that made me want to be more than just a rockstar to her.
I pulled back, and she whined. I chuckled. “No …”
“I gotta get these pants off, or we're not gonna get to the main event,” I said.
When I eased back, the cool night air that was coming off the ocean was a stark contrast to the heat between us.
I grabbed my wallet, slid out a condom, and then pushed my shorts down to my knees.
I opened the packet and slid the latex over my engorged cock.
Her eyes followed my every move, so full of hunger and trust.
She reached for me, pulling me above her. As I settled between her thighs, my cock brushed against her slick heat. I went in slowly, relishing every inch, feeling every tremble in her body. Her nails dug into my back as I bottomed out into a perfect fit.
Emily’s body had completely enveloped me. The experience peaked in that moment, creating an intense feeling of connection with her. As we moved, we fell into a rhythm, our bodies swaying like the ocean waves.
It felt so much more than physical, which was a first for me. Every one of her moans, touches and whispers of my name pushed me over the edge. She tightened around me, breathing faster and faster. I felt her body trembling.
“Come for me, Emily. I wanna feel it. I wanna hear it. Scream for me,” I whispered against her ear as I increased my pace. My hand slipped between us, looking for that spot that would send her over the edge. Her pleasure was my mission, and I was determined to make her feel everything.
Her body exploded. She gripped my back, her nails digging in hard. And she screamed her release, muffled by the sound of the waves behind us.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I buried my face in her neck as the aftershocks coursed through my body, thrusting a few more times as I emptied into the condom. I never wanted to leave the haven of her warmth.
When I came back to reality, I rolled to my side, trying not to crush her. I pulled her close to me, curling her into my chest.
The sand beneath us was cool. Though the temperature was a relief, I knew it’d be stuck in all sorts of awkward places later. I chuckled thinking about it; washing it off her would be fun later.
Emily’s breathing slowed, and I felt her body relax next to me. Her hands traced the tattoos on my chest, her touch gentle and exploratory.
“That was …” she trailed off, then laughed softly.
“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head. “It was.”
We lay still, listening to the ocean with no need to speak. I closed my eyes and just felt what was happening between us. The moment was too big for words. And that was okay. Sometimes, the harmony existed within the silence.