Page 13 of Restored Dreams

She’s under for a moment too long, and I flip from my board, searching the sea for her. I find her legs under the water, treading the waves. Her hands cup under her armpits, arms crossed over her chest. She should be using her arms to support her, and I curse with fear. She must be hurt. Popping out of the water mere inches in front of her, she screams at the surprise. The next thing I know, she’s against my chest and her legs have locked around my hips. I struggle at first because the added weight throws me off balance, but my hand comes to her lower back.

“Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?”

She shakes her head in the crook of my neck, muttering something I can’t distinguish. Her lips tickle my skin, and I shiver despite her heat. I’m trying to paddle us forward, boards drifting off beside us as they are tethered to each of our ankles respectively.

“Lily, tell me what happened.” I’m still panicking she hit something although we are deep enough for the water to break her fall.

“I lost my top.” The comment halts my one-armed swim, and I slip my hand upward to find her back is bare…of everything. I can’t help the chuckle as I warned her surfing in a bikini was risky. She didn’t own a wet suit and refused to let me buy her one at the board rental shop. I told her she should at least get a sun-resistant T-shirt, but she didn’t listen to me.

The seriousness of the situation slowly dawns on me.

She’s bare on top and pressing into me.

Suddenly, I’m hyperaware of the sharp peaks of her nipples poking my chest. I stop dragging us forward when my feet can touch the sandy bottom, keeping us covered by water up to my shoulders. My eyes drift, trying to catch a glimpse of the swells teasing me. Karma is a bitch, I think, as Lily didn’t heed my warning, but then I realize Karma is fucking with me.

“Where did it go?” I ask, my voice raspy from the knowledge she’s naked. And against me. And naked. In my arms.

“I don’t know,” she says, pulling back only slightly. Her arms loosen from my neck, slipping open so her hands rest on my shoulders. Her legs are loosening as well until I grip under one thigh, holding her in place at my waist. “I was trying to find it the second after I fell.”

My eyes scan the water, looking for a scrap of light blue material possibly floating on the surface. The search appears futile, and I return my gaze to the hint of her breasts, barely hidden by the roll of water between us. Her fingers come to my temple, and she brushes back my hair, which I can only imagine looks wild from the tumble in the water. The touch feels hesitant but gentle, loving even, and my body trembles for a new reason. I want her touching me like this again. Her hand cups the back of my neck, and I lick my lips, wanting to kiss her. My eyes catch hers, and I find her watching my mouth.

“Lily pad,” I whisper, leaning for her.

“Don’t kiss me,” she whispers in return, and I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood. Why? I want to scream, but I know why. I wasn’t going to, sarcasm mocks inside my head, but my heart knows the truth.

I nod once, slowly, exaggerating my understanding. She releases her hold on my neck, but both my hands cup the back of her thighs, tugging her against me. I shift upward to show her what she’s once again done to me. I’m rock solid beneath the tepid water because of her. Her heat boils around me, and I feel nothing below my waist but her core at the tip of my length. I drag her downward and feel her buoy back up. Her hands return to my shoulders for leverage.

“Lil, I want you.” The truth is painful, as painful as the pressure building at the base of my spine. I want this woman. Her sounds. Her movements. I want inside her like I’ve never been. She smiles in response, a teasing curl to her lips. She knows what she’s doing to me. “You temptress.”

She chuckles as she drags herself down my length and pulls herself upward with the help of my shoulders. My fingers dig into the underside of her thighs, forcing her to grind harder and dig deeper against me. My eyes watch her mouth, open and wavering, sucking in breaths with each press against me. I’m on the verge of taking that mouth and dipping into her core when an annoying beep bubbles up from under water.

“Damn it.” The timer on my waterproof watch warns me the hour rental of her board is almost up. In fact, we only have five more minutes, and it isn’t enough time to complete what I need to finish with her.

“We should go,” she says although she doesn’t move from my grasp.

“It’s time to leave,” I reiterate but thrust against her once again. Her nails scratch at my shoulders, and I relish the sharp sting. My fingers press firmer at her cool skin underwater, holding her in place. My hips roll, and I imagine filling her in one hefty thrust. The release would be so sweet. I pulse and jerk, but I can’t do this here. My dick weeps, but my heart cries out—you don’t get to cheat, you need to be inside her. My forehead lowers to her shoulder.

“Brut,” she whispers at my ear, and I shiver from my name in her sultry tone. It’s another sound I’ll add to my list. “Thank you.”

My head springs up, and I stare at her, my expression asking the question: What for? But she simply shakes her head, a pleasing grin illuminating her features. A glow of utter pride graces her cheeks. She presses back from me, and without a word, she treads away from me.

11

More warning bells

[Brut]

She pauses as she nears the shallow depths, and I hesitate, wondering what she’ll do next. The upper half of her suit is gone forever, and as much as I want to see her parade up the beach only partially clad, the image sparks me to swim faster. I don’t want anyone else looking at her.

“Lil,” I call out, and she stills, hesitating as I approach. “Here.” I peel off my surf shirt and hold it out to her. It’s sticky and drippy because it’s soaking wet. She hovers in the shallows, turning her back to the shore so others won’t see but giving me a peep show.

I turn away out of respect, but damn if I don’t want to tackle her back and finish what we started, completing our sexy act by satisfying her. It occurs to me we haven’t even kissed, and we haven’t physically touched skin. The thought makes me chuckle; it’s so reminiscent of our experiences when we were younger. Lily on my lap, her skirt hiked up, grinding against me. Lily on her back, my legs between her thighs, dry humping her. Clothing was a dreaded barrier. But back then, she let me kiss her. Kiss the fuck out of her.

She’s struggling with the wet material but finally wrestles it to her waist. She stands to her full height.

“Well, how do I look?”

Like a fucking wet dream. Literally, she’s wet, and I’m dreaming of rubbing my dick between the seam of her breasts now plastered under the material of my shirt. She’s a wet T-shirt fantasy I can live with for years. The vision will include the fact she’s wearing my clothing.