The Girl of Sand & Fog (13 page)

“I want to do this.” His tongue swirls on the
inside of my thigh. “And I definitely have plans for this.” The heat of his
mouth behind my knee. “I want even your toes.” He pulls off one of my Converse
and kisses along my arch to my ankle. “There isn’t a single part of your body I
haven’t had a nasty thought about. You are so fucking beautiful, Kaley. I dream
even about your feet and wake up with an erection.”

He takes off my other shoe and eases upward
enough to hover over me. The loss of contact with his body makes me squirm with
need.

“You dream about my feet, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Very nasty things, feet.” The corners
of his mouth lift in sort of a blurred smile. “Do you dream about me?”

I suck in a breath.

I nod.

“What do I do to you in your dreams?”

I crinkle my nose. “Nothing with your feet.”

He laughs, husky and low. “No?”

“No.”

“What did you dream about last night? Don’t tell
me you didn’t have a sex dream about me. I know you did. I could feel the
pent-up physical frustration when you climbed into the car. You dreamed
something. I did, too.”

And because I’m not the least bit bold at the
moment, not with how he’s staring at me, my hands fist in his hair in a silent
gesture meant to tell him what I dream about—not just last night, every night
since he went down on me—and I’m not exactly sure where I want to bring his
face when, on his own, he lowers his face to my lace-covered vulva.

His lips are demanding, heated and slow, as they
wander from my cunt across my body. He starts unbuttoning my dress, and his
eyes widen when he smooths it back to find my bare breasts. He nips his way
across their rise and down my stomach to my navel.

His tongue swirls as my clothes are somehow
tugged off me and then his heated breath stirs me through my panties one last
time before he takes them off.

Reclined on a hip and propped on an arm, he goes
completely motionless as he does a slow study of me from head to toes and then
back up again.

I feel unexpectedly shy and a little anxious
waiting as he does nothing but look at me for a very long time.

Shit, why doesn’t he say something?

Do something?

I’m really wet.

I’m pulsing in shockwaves down there.

Oh fuck, why doesn’t he start this?

“Do you like what you see?”

“I love what I see,” he whispers appreciatively,
and my nipples harden just from the sound of his voice. “I could look at you
all night.”

“You had better not look at me all night,” I
murmur in agony. “If you don’t do something fast I’m going to melt before you
get a chance to—”

His lips close around my nipple as his fingers tease
my sex and then plunge into me. Both his fingers and his mouth go to work on me
and I’m nearly convulsing. He blows gently on one rose tip, rolling it with his
thumb, elongating it into his touch, as his fingers slip in me below, out and
around, then back in again. Every nerve in my body is screaming with sweet
agony.

My breasts swell as he moves back and forth
between my hardened nipples, tugging and licking and blowing. His finger stills
deep inside me and he massages my clit with his palm, and when my body arches
up on the bed he takes one nipple in a hard suck that doesn’t stop.

Oh fuck. My legs are stiffening. Shit…
I don’t
want to come this soon.
His teeth latch onto my nipple as his fingers fuck
me below and I scream out, my body convulsing.

“Was that fast enough?” he asks before kissing me
deeply, his tongue in my mouth muffling my cries. I want him in me now, but he
hovers at my lips until my flesh quiets.

It was quick foreplay, but it was good,
definitely enough to kill any apprehension about going all the way with him.
I’m ready for what comes next, to feel him buried inside me as I give myself to
him.

He eases back and I open my eyes. My breathing is
still ragged, but he doesn’t reach for a condom. He starts moving down my body
instead. He thrusts a finger inside me and I cry out again.

“You’re so wet. It’s going to be like drinking
you instead of sipping.”

He moves between my legs, spreading them farther
apart, and his mouth closes over me. Holy fuck. He just made me come apart and
my body is heating up again. I didn’t know it could happen again so quickly.

His tongue flicks my clit, then sinks into me,
teasing that inner hot spot.

Every thought in my head spins away.

There is only him, fingers and tongue, sensation
and need. I’m arching again, grinding into his tending, and greedily taking
every tantalizing stroke against my pulsing sex. My legs start to quake, my
body tightens, my fingers curl around the bedding, and he doesn’t pull back as
I ride his mouth harder and harder.

I come rough and fast against his face. I’m limp
and panting. I feel him move. Through my scattered senses I hear the rip of
foil and I catch a quick glimpse of him gloving his erection before his mouth
claims mine and his tongue swirls in me so I can taste me on him.

He positions the tip of his erection against the
entrance to my sex and starts making tiny, torturously controlled presses
against my still pulsing vulva.

“You’re dripping wet and ready, but I still need
to go slow, baby,” he whispers into my ear.

Each time he sinks himself a little farther in me
before he pulls back to tease me with only his tip, until I moan and my body
urges him to enter me a smidge deeper. He pulls back, his dick rubbing my
swollen lower lips, and then slowly glides in and my lids fly wide as a sharp,
weird sort of pinching sensation shoots through me as he plunges through my
virginity.

He freezes, but every muscle from head to toe is
trembling. “Oh God, you are so deep but very tight. Don’t move. Don’t touch me.
I need to wait until I feel you soften again.”

Don’t move? How the fuck am I supposed to not
move? I feel completely overfilled by him inside me, and even with the slowly
dulling pain, the urge within me is to lift my hips and take more of him.

I wriggle beneath him and he stops me with his
hands on my hips. His breathing is harsh. He’s groaning and shaking, but not
thrusting.

He shifts his weight slightly and I open my eyes.
His forehead is pressed against mine, and he’s fighting his body to the point
that his features have contracted into a look of pure suffering.

I close my hands on his face, moving his head so
I can spray kisses across his cheeks. “I’m all right.” My hips flex into him as
I bring my mouth to his.

“I’m going to move,” he murmurs in a sweet, tight
way that makes my heart swell and a laugh nearly escape me. “Just a little.”

A slow glide out and then deeply in.

I moan and arch up, the controlled moves of his
body glorious torture.

“More,” I demand.

He pumps a little faster, harder, and I cry out,
my body wantonly accepting him…and then he moves again, but this time he no
longer pauses between the thrusts. Slowly at first, in and out, until I’m
urgently meeting him, pushing our rhythm into something more frantic, and he
speeds up, kissing me hard as he clutches my lower body into him.

I quiver and bow; a sheen of sweet gathers over
us both.

His muscles tense.

It’s building inside him…and to my astonishment,
I feel the climb in me again. Oh fuck…even with the infrequent twinge of pain,
the unavoidable contact with a tender area inside my walls, I didn’t know
anything could feel as good as this. Fire runs across my nerves. I am only
sensation. He is whispering my name, thrusting hard, building and building with
me.

“I love you, Kaley,” he calls out, and I explode
with his words, tightening around him as I climax, my heart and thoughts in
riotous disarray.

“Oh fuck.”

He rears up, his body going rigid as he empties
himself into me. He collapses atop me, still pumping, but his body is slowing.
His breathing is ragged and I can feel his pulse race.

He stills inside me. “Are you OK?”

His eyes are intense, probing and worried.

I lace my fingers through his hair. “I’m
wonderful. I love you.”

He pulls out slowly and lies on his side beside
me. “I love you, too, Kaley.”

He removes the condom and tosses it into a
trashcan. I feel a little overwhelmed, a tad giddy, and all of a sudden
unexpectedly shy with him.

“Oh fuck.”

I glance down to where he’s staring. There’s
blood on the bed, the remnants of my virginity, and I flush—
why does the
bedding have to be white?
—pulling the duvet over me and the bright red
spot.

I make a silly face. “Well, that’s a sure sign my
cherry has been popped.”

His lips quirk up in a half smile. “It’s also a
fucking turn-on to see it. It’s going to be impossible to keep my hands off you
the rest of the night.”

My eyes widen. “Then don’t.”

He laughs. “We need to take this slowly, Kaley. I
don’t want to overdo it and end up hurting you.”

“Well, you better not be thinking that that’s the
only time we’re going to do it while we’re here.”

He laughs, brushing the stray dark curls from my
face. “Hell no. You’re getting breathers. That’s all. Get used to the fact
we’re going to have a very sexual relationship.”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip. “I hope so.”

I turn on my side to face him and he eases down
on his pillow, a hand beneath his head and his face close to mine.

“A very sexual relationship,” I repeat, kiss him,
then pull back and frown. “Maybe. That is if you can explain to me how you’ve
never had sex with a girl but know how to fuck a virgin right.”

Oh my—
are his cheeks reddening?

I wait, demanding and impatient.

He exhales loudly. “Linda. She has been TMI in
not so subtle wording on how I should treat a girl sexually since I was
fourteen and she caught me in my bedroom slapping one off. Having regular sex
lectures from my mother would have been totally humiliating if she didn’t know
more about sex than practically every guy I’ve ever known and was no-big-deal
about it all. My mom is like an encyclopedia. Definitely better than my dad.
Even better than the Internet.”

Part of me wants to laugh in shock and a part of
me wants to kiss him gently because I can see he’s a little embarrassed sharing
this with me.

“Wow. I’ve never even had one sex talk with
Chrissie.”

He makes a half pout and then starts lightly
kissing my face. “Linda thinks it’s a parenting priority and she makes it
inescapable. She said that she couldn’t stop me from being a guy, but she’d
make damn sure I was a good one.” He touches my nose with his lips, laughs
once, and then lifts his face. “Was I a good one? Was it all right for you?”

He stares down at me, how important that is to
him not completely hidden within his shimmering green eyes.

I hug him tightly against me. “All right? I think
you’ve ruined me. I can’t imagine anything better than what we just shared or
ever letting another guy touch me. Not after you, Bobby. We’re perfection
together. And, oh, definitely a very sexual relationship.”

CHAPTER 13

An
unrelenting sensation between my legs coaxes me from a dream to wakefulness. I
push back into the warmth behind me and realize it isn’t just my naughty
subconscious getting me hot for Bobby again.

His warm flesh is all around me. His face is
tucked beneath my hair, chin resting on my shoulder and his breath is tickling
my cheek. One arm is around me, pushing up against my breasts, and the other is
lying on the pillow above my head. The surface of his chest is like fire rocks
against my back, my ass is tucked into the bend of his groin, and there is
definitely something I want, hard and teasing, between my legs.

I open my eyes to find the room still dark and
the candles burned low. It may not be morning, but I don’t care. I don’t know
how long we slept, but I’m
so
ready to fuck him again. Very sexual
relationship about to commence.

I carefully turn in his arms to find him fast
asleep. The strong features of his face are relaxed, those delicious lips
parted slightly, his sun-streaked hair a mess, and that perfectly sculptured
chest barely moves from the soundness of his breathing.

I shake my head. What kind of guy has a body like
that and has fucked only one girl at eighteen? No, not fucked. Made love to
with such sweet care.

He’s so beautiful when he sleeps—
no, Kaley,
he’s beautiful always, inside and out.

I touch his cheek, happy he doesn’t wake. I
thought I knew him so well before yesterday, but I don’t think I do. Maybe you
don’t really start getting to know a guy until after you’ve had sex with him.

Something tells me I’ve not even scratched the
surface of Bobby. But I definitely want to know everything about him. My heart
is so hungry it feels as if nothing is ever going to be enough with him.

He’s so honest and intelligent—definitely
fantastic in the sexual department—and good. It’s an underrated thing to be a
good guy, as if being a jerk like Seth makes you
the man
. Not. Bobby
definitely proves that one wrong. He’s definitely the dominant guy in this crew
and he’s the farthest thing from jerk-like there is.

I slip my leg over his hip and ease into his body
until his erection is back where it belongs. I could gaze at him all night—how
could any guy look this good in sleep?—but I have needs.

I move into him further and place my lips on his
neck, and the taste of him makes my body ruthlessly demand more. My mouth moves
to his and I lift my pelvis up into him, flexing to stroke his erection with my
more than eager clit. He starts moving against me—
ah, that woke him
—stroking
my flesh as he changes the kiss, plundering me with his tongue as his erection
starts pushing into me.

His breathing grows deep and ragged. He stops my
hips and breaks the kiss.

“If this is not OK—if you’re sore—you better tell
me now,” comes his breathy warning as he thrust his hips again.

I do feel something down there, the change in my
body, a touch of soreness, but not enough to make me ignore the heat in my sex
because most of all I can feel
him
.

He stills, waiting for me to answer. My lids
flutter wide and he has that look again: feverish laced with tenderness and
concern. Shit, would he really stop if I told him I hurt there?
It’s not
like it’s that bad
…

I instantly close my mouth over his and that’s
all it takes to get Bobby going in the direction I want him to. His tongue
swirls around and around in my mouth and I’m losing all sense of self in his
potent search at the apex of my thighs.

He slips a finger inside me as his mouth makes a
rapid move to my breasts, the play of his tongue alternating with a blow of air
between sucks and pinches on my nipple. A couple of teases of cock and I can no
longer deny it. My body is his, crazy for him, and I want him in me, sore or
not.

I’m panting and I hear his growling groans as his
kisses start moving up my neck.

“Oh, baby, I love that you want this as much as I
do.”

He does another tantalizing thrust against me and
I shudder, vaguely aware that he’s ripping open foil. He breaks contact long
enough to glove himself and then slowly eases into me. A twinge as he sinks
himself deeply inside reminds me of my newly opened state but I moan because
the feel of him filling me is too much and I want him to let go over and over
again in my body.

I can’t imagine what it will feel like when Bobby
really lets go.
Over and over again until neither of us can take any more
…

He starts to move, sweet and slow and gentle. I
whimper.

“Is this OK?” he whispers raggedly.

Another cautious glide. My inner walls clench,
sending a jolt down him. I make them tighten more and I feel his body go taut
from the effort of holding back. Then he moves again, faster, harder and larger
in me. It won’t take much to push him beyond his tightly leashed control.

I start moving more urgently against him, and we
both lose ourselves in the demand of our bodies, our mouths devouring, our
hands clutching and touching, his flesh plunging into me and me pushing him
onward.

I’m so close to the edge.

“Come for me, Kaley,” he urges, his voice husky
and raw as he pounds rapidly into me.

I explode around him.

“Oh fuck.” He moans then thrusts once, twice and
reaches his climax, pressing me into him and holding me tightly against his
shaking body.

He stills, his body rigid, and we both go limp
and sink onto our pillows. I lie there, reeling from my orgasm as I watch him
try to collect himself.

He adjusts me into his side, pulls off the
condom, and lies quietly, eyes closed, gently caressing me. “I knew we’d be
incredible together,” he murmurs. “But being with you is beyond anything I
imagined it would be. I don’t even know what to call it.”

His words echo my thoughts.

“We belong to each other. You’re mine and I’m
yours. That’s what this is.”

Bobby blinks rapidly, wide-eyed with emotion.
“There’s nothing I want but you loving me.”

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him on the
underside of his chin. “You already have that. I love you.”

He strokes his nose against mine. “Then can you
stop pushing at me? I’m trying real hard not to hurt you this week. I saw you
wince when I put it in. I need you to be honest with me. How bad did it hurt?”

My cheeks go red. “Only a little. But I liked it.
It hurt in a good way.”

“For once can you try not to control something?
Sometimes your obsessive need to control everything in your life hurts you,
baby. I wish you could see that. And really, it’s better for us both if we
don’t overdo it first thing. I don’t want you to hurt so badly you can’t do it
at all. That would be a terrible waste of five days alone together, don’t you
think?”

I peek up at him. “I don’t think that’s something
we have to worry about.”

“I don’t want to test it.”

I take my lower lip between my teeth and stare at
him.

He groans, shaking his head. “Stop looking at me
that way, Kaley.”

“What way?” I ask innocently.

“Like you’re ready to jump me again.”

I tease his cock with fluttering fingertips. “I am
ready to jump you again.”

He groans. “You’re not going to listen, are you?”

I run my tongue along his chest. “Nope. Did you
really think I would?”

He folds me in his arms and starts kissing my
curls. I start touching him, my hand moving lower and lower as I kiss his neck.
I close around my target and he doesn’t stop me.

Whoa, it doesn’t take much until he’s hard in my
fingers again. His lids shut and his hips are moving in time with my hand, even
though his jaw is strained as if he’s willing himself not to respond.

I feel so powerful teasing him, and I can’t stop
myself. My mouth closes on his and I feel that quickening sensation pulsing
through him. Watching him is so arousing, seeing the hunger inside me mirrored
on his face.

He’s mine and I’m his, and our bodies are going
to do what they’re meant to do. Neither of us can control this.  And right now
I want him.

*  *  *

Ding.

Who the hell is texting me? I open my eyes. It’s
light outside. Only one person texts me this early in the morning.

Crap, I didn’t call Chrissie last night.

I push the hair from my face, reach for my phone
on the nightstand, and sit up in bed. Damn, it’s after 11 a.m. I don’t want to
call my mom, but I have to. If I don’t, she’ll call Mr. Kennedy, if she hasn’t
already, and then
busted.

Grimacing, I type in my password. Why am I alone?
Where did Bobby go? I scroll through my messages. My eyes widen. Nothing from
mom. Zoe. Zoe. Zoe. I open them.

Zoe: R U
alive? Lots of interesting noises coming from your room last night. Hehe. J/K.
Didn’t hear anything.

Zoe: Text me the second you wake.

Zoe: I’m
sitting out here alone. Totally bored. Don’t leave me hanging. I need details.

Laughing, I collapse back on my pillow. Jeez, Zoe
is such a goof. Why is she sitting out there alone? God, I hope things didn’t
fall apart with Jake on the first night. That would make this week awkward.

I type a quick reply.

Me: Is
Bobby out there?

Zoe: The
guys went to get us breakfast. There’s definitely one happy guy in the crew
today. Was it good? Was it awful? My first time sucked.

Blushing.

Me: Yep.
Nope. Did things go good with Jake?

Zoe: Yep
and nope.

I frown. What the heck does that mean?

Me: Give
me five to call my mom then come tell me why no.

Zoe: I
want your details first.

I turn onto my side, set the phone on Bobby’s
pillow, hit call for Chrissie and then speaker. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voice mail.
Thank you, God.

Beep. “Hi, Mom. Sorry I didn’t call you last
night. I forgot, but I’m OK. Having fun. Don’t worry. I’ll call you tonight.
Love you.”

I quickly swipe off, toss my phone onto the
table, and let out a giant sigh of relief.

God, I’m glad I got voice mail.

I hate lying to my mother.

I hate more that I can’t be honest with her and
she’s been semi-oblivious where I’m concerned for weeks.

What does she expect? 

This shouldn’t surprise her.

I’m nearly eighteen.

I’m like the last girl in the senior class to do
it.

Oh, but Bobby was definitely worth the wait.

Crap, I don’t want to feel guilty about lying to
my mom. 

Damn. I do feel a little guilty.

The bedroom door slowly inches open and in pops
Zoe’s head. “Is it safe to come in?”

“You’re already in, Zoe.”

I pull the duvet up more securely over my
butt-naked body as she hurries across the room and drops with a bounce on the
bed, facing me.

The eyes fixed on me are enormous. “Well?”

I shrug. “Well what?”

She makes an aggravated growl, lying back on
Bobby’s pillow beside me. “How was it? It was your first time. Tell me
everything. It’s like a rule. You have to tell your best friend everything the
first time you do it. You can’t leave out anything. It’s part of the girl code.
Spill.”

“Are you going to tell me everything about Jake?”

Zoe’s brows shoot upward. “No. Jake wasn’t my
first. But we’ll share my grim details later.” She makes a comic face, then
laughs all bubbly again. “Was he any good? Bobby seems like he’d be good in
bed. Was he?”

I just know she’s going to be tenacious about his
and I’m not escaping without telling her something. But, crap, why does she
have to be so blunt and invasive? If she wasn’t so sweet, it would bother me.
And damn, I’m blushing.

She starts laughing, a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes. “That good, huh?”

My cheeks grow hotter. “Good.”

She stares at me, intense and determined. “How
many times?”

“Jeez, Zoe. Really? You’re asking me that?”

She nods. “I have a rating system. If you do it
twice your first time, it was good. Three means fantastic.”

Oh, Zoe, if you only knew.