‘Like you,’ I said, running my eyes over his features.
‘You too,’ he said, almost a whisper.
We gazed at each other for an infinity. As the clouds moved over the moon, so did the silver light flicker across his face.
‘I’d really like to kiss you,’ I said, looking at his lips.
‘I thought we weren’t supposed to be doing that?’ he asked, but also leaned in.
‘I think, perhaps, it’s too late for that.’
‘Especially after last night,’ he replied, still leaning in.
‘Definitely after last night.’
He closed the gap between us and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was quick, short and soft. We pulled away and looked at each other.
‘That wasn’t really a kiss,’ I said with a smile.
‘You didn’t specify what kind of a kiss you wanted.’
‘I want the big kind of kiss.’
His smile faded. He shuffled closer to me, took my face in his hands and brought his mouth down onto mine.
His lips tasted salty from the sea, and my lips felt like they were dissolving into his. He pushed my mouth open with his and his tongue found mine. They pressed together like long-lost friends embracing, they danced with each other, twirled around the dance floor and then came together for a slow dance. The slow dance was so, so slow. Deep and soft and slow. Until it wasn’t any more. Until it was a raging storm. The kiss became lip-biting, hair-pulling and fingernail-digging-into-shoulder. It became so hungry and ravenous that I didn’t think I would ever get enough of it, or him. I never wanted it to stop.
‘Th—that was big,’ I muttered when the kiss finally ended.
‘But was it big enough?’ he asked, that kicked-up-corner-lip grin on his face.
‘I don’t see how it could get any bigger if we tried.’
Andrew pushed me back. I landed in the sand. He brought his body down onto mine, pressing me into the cool beach.
‘I think we can.’ He brought his lips to mine again, and this time, he took his time. His lips and tongue explored every inch of my mouth, and then my neck, my earlobes, and then my hands and fingers. The sensations were different in each place but no less erotic. I was traveling from one sensation to another; they built on each other until my entire body was screaming out for him, screaming out for new sensations. I reached for his pants, simple pajama pants; all that was holding them up was an elastic band. I slipped his pants down, his erection sprung out and I wrapped my hand around it.
I watched his face in a mixture of awe and fascination. His eyes closed, his lips parted and he winced every time I completed a full up and down stroke. I did it slowly; I wanted to watch him as I took him on this journey. As I moved faster, his lips opened wider; when I moved slower – so slowly that I was almost not moving my hand at all – he bit his bottom lip so hard that I thought he might puncture it with his teeth.
‘Wait, wait!’ he said, clamping his hand over mine so it was impossible to move it. ‘You’re going to have to slow down there.’ He scrambled to his knees and pulled away from me.
I sat up and faced him. ‘What happens if I don’t want to slow down?’ I asked, pushing the straps of my nightie down. My breasts reacted instantly to the coolness of the air as the thin nightie pooled in my lap. His eyes travelled down there, but only for a second, because it wasn’t long before he covered them with his big, warm hands, then his warm tongue, mouth and lips. He cupped them in his hands, pushed them together and tried to take both nipples into his mouth at once as if he couldn’t get enough of them, as if he wanted to devour them both at the same time. I cried out as he pulled at them with his teeth, put a hand up my nightie and cupped me between my legs. He squeezed me there and my legs shuddered and twitched.
‘Don’t stop,’ I said, lust and need dripping from my lips.
‘I don’t have condoms.’
‘I’m on birth control.’
‘Aren’t you worried about anything else?’ he asked.
‘That would have shown up in our annual medical exams,’ I said, sucking on his earlobe now as if it was the best lolly I’d ever tasted.
‘We’re in the sand,’ he said. ‘Not to mention on a public beach.’
I opened my eyes and looked around. I’d totally forgotten where we were. I’d been so caught up in the moment that it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
‘Come on,’ I got up, holding my nightie over my breasts, and started running for the house. As I ran, Andrew reached out and grabbed my ass and squeezed. I was forced to stop running as he did that. Forced to stand still, rest my back against his chest as he palmed my ass and squeezed it in a way that was not conducive to walking. I pulled his hand away, shoved it between my legs and dragged myself across it. I held his hand there tightly, ground down into it, moaning as he reached around and squeezed my nipples.
