“Will what?” Chance asks behind my back.
I look back at him, at the fiery red highlights in his hair, into the deep, calm pools that are his eyes, basking in the safety, solidness and security that emanates from him all the time. There’s also the way it always seems like I’m the only one he sees even when we’re surrounded by hundreds of other people. I think his mom is right. I won’t regret being his.
“Nothing, let’s go now,” I tell him.
I want to be alone with him so badly I might burst if I don’t get my wish soon. And it’s not just what his mom said. I’ve been ready to give myself to him completely and take all of him for days now.
I might have one ride to the beach left of patience in me, but not any more than that.
* * *
Chance
I’ve been desperate to come to the beach since the day I met Veronica, and now we’re finally here. The sun is a yellow ball slowly making its way towards the vast horizon, coloring everything gold—the ocean waves, the sand and her perfect soft skin.
We’re completely alone in this alcove shielded from view by tall cliffs overgrown with lush bushes on all sides. The beach itself is covered by soft sand with nothing but the vast ocean in front of us. I discovered this place years ago and come here at least once a year.
It’s been hell waiting to take her. First her fiery hatred towards me, then her injuries prevented us from doing much more than kissing.
I knew from the start that she was more than just an easy lay. But I can’t wait any longer now.
Her skin tastes like the ocean that we’ve spent the afternoon swimming in, and her hair smells like its vast and grand mysteries.
She’s a grand mystery. But one I’m finally starting to figure out.
We’re sitting face to face on a thick blanket in the sand, our legs and arms entwined, our lips and tongues more so. She’s kissing me with ever growing fire, and leaning back, moaning and arching her back every time I leave her lips to explore and taste her neck. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and throbbing in tune to her racing heart and hoarse breaths.
She’s wearing nothing underneath the oversized violet hoodie she put on after we came out of the water, and she shudders and moans as I slide my hands under it, up her sides and all the way to her perfect breasts. Her nipples are two hard pieces of candy that I can’t wait to taste next.
I pull her hoodie up, wanting, needing, to see all of her in this golden light. And after I do, I don’t know how much more of these slow, teasing kisses I’ll be able to take. Not much. Not likely.
“Someone will see us,” she says breathlessly, but does absolutely nothing to stop me undressing her. She even shifts her hips and helps me pull the hoodie over her head.
The curves of her, bathed in the golden light of the sun wipe everything else from my mind. Even my need to touch and take. But it comes back with a vengeance.
“No one will see us here,” I say softly, as I run my hand over her hard nipples again.
She opens her eyes wide, fixing me with a deep, passionate, hungry gaze which leaves no doubt that we’re on the same page, that she wants what I want as much as I do.
I lay her down on the blanket and balance over her, getting one last good look before the need to taste her, all of her, becomes all I know.
Her nipples are sweeter than any candy I’ve ever tasted, her skin softer than whipped cream, her moans as I taste it all the best music I’ve ever heard.
She tenses as my lips reach her clit, but then she lets out a breath and a moan so deep it sounds like she’s been holding it in for years. All her life maybe.
Before long she’s writhing beneath me, trying to let go and give in to me, while pulling away from the electric pleasure she seems to be in the throes of. I want to give her more of it. I want to wipe away her need to pull back.
And I will.
But my throbbing cock has a mind of its own now.
I need to feel all of her or I’ll go mad.
She whimpers sadly as I move back from her pussy to remove my swimming trunks and free my cock. Then gasps in surprise as the head of my cock replaces my lips on her clit.
“Are you ready?” I ask although everything on her face and in her eyes tells me she is.
“I'm more than ready,” she whispers.