To Kiss You Again (8 page)

Water from the barrel above slowed to a trickle as her body exploded in my hands. Normally, I would have taken her sooner, but I couldn’t bear to lose the sight of her coming unwound in my arms. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips trembled as her pussy quaked around my fingers. My cock remained rigid, forgotten in her hand.

I reached to turn off the shower, and Jenny slid down my body to her knees. Reflexively, my hand grasped under her arm, but all I did was slow her descent. When I reached to pull her back up, she hugged my legs and pressed her face into my thigh. Her hot breath tickled over the hairs of my legs. It killed me to have her face so close to my dick, and I had to fight not to guide her toward it. She must have read my mind, or felt my pulse pushing her in that direction, because she rose to her knees in front of my bobbing erection and gave me a wild grin.

She teased the tip with her tongue, smearing the drops of pre-cum around my head. My pulse sped up as she ran her mouth down the shaft, nuzzling into my pubic hair with her cheek. Wet hair fell into her face, so I pulled it away and clinched it in my hand, watching her slow movements in the dim night. She grasped the base with one hand and tugged upward as her lips closed over me, sliding down to meet her hand. I shifted to a wider stance to give her a better angle, and locked my knees.

Her free hand cupped my balls, and she massaged them gently with her fingertips. The sensations when she ran her tongue around the head, and then consumed and suctioned me, had me at the edge of madness. She found a spot I didn’t know existed at the base of my scrotum – the light pressure from her finger brought on my orgasm like a raging bull. Her lips pulled my cock into her mouth while her tongue pressed into me.

“Guaa,” was all I could mange. Frantically, I rocked my hips, shoving my penis deep into her throat, and my seed burst out, into her waiting mouth.

I fell to my knees, and Jenny pulled me close, locking me in her arms. The hard rock and sand of the shower floor grated against my skin, and I remembered her warning. When my breathing slowed, I kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go find someplace more comfortable, yeah?”

She nodded and we both rose. I bent to pull up my shorts, but she stopped me.

“They’ll be gritty. Just take them off.”

I removed them, along with my sandals, while Jenny ran to the beach for her own clothing. Wearing only a smile, I met her at the path to her house. Somehow, I knew that smile would become a permanent fixture on my face. Jenny would see to it.

Part IX

I have to remind myself not to run. He doesn’t know the path well, and with no moon, he could easily trip and injure himself. I don’t want to have to work around an injury, so I guide him and warn him of rocks and steps. Conversation seems impossible. My mouth is only capable of giggles and short sentences for now, and I’m afraid he must think me immature to carry on this way. When he stops and pulls me close for a kiss, I see his beautiful smile and know I am not alone in my joy.

We reach the veranda, and before I can drag him to my bed, he stops and embraces me once more. His lips travel to my breast, and he teases my nipple with his tongue. Pleasure shoots through my being when he pulls it between his lips. My head is spinning when he runs his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me off the ground – I wrap my legs around his waist. He is hard again – his erection presses against my ass as he unerringly carries me to my dimly lit room. How does he know the way? The question flashes through my head and is gone just as quickly when he gently lowers me to my bed.

“Oh, baby girl, you are so beautiful. You always were.”

I think I am still seeing the phosphorescent water drops when he kisses me again, as bursts of light fill my vision under his hungry lips. Hard. Sexy. Demanding. His intensity is unnerving, and my heart thuds in my chest. It was so worth the wait, I decide. Gone are the horrible feelings of rejection which consumed me through the day. All it took was his scorching kiss and intuitive touch to make me forget. I am his to do with as he pleases.

His goal, it seems, is to please me, because he nibbles and licks his way across my chest, settling his lips around my taut nipple. The heated moisture of his lips brings my hips off the bed. As his tongue swirls, my sex floods with need. My pulse rate jumps when his lips leave my breast, and he kisses down my ribs, over my abdomen, and through the patch of hair above the juncture of my thighs. His dark eyes watch my face as he descends and pushes my legs apart.

With his hands pressing on my thighs, he barely grazes along my lips. I catch the devilish gleam in his eye as he begins again, pressing harder so his tongue glides into my slit. The fierce sensation brings my hips up once again, and I grab his head. His tongue has found my clit, but doesn’t stick around. No. He intends to torture me, and raises his head with a grin to gauge my reaction.

“Please, Matt,” I beg.

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.” I writhe on the bed.

“How? Like this?” he asks, sliding a finger inside me.

I shake him off.

“Like this?” A second finger joins the first and he pumps. My hips gyrate against his probing. Again, I shake my head. He releases a hot burst of air against my sex, feigning exasperation.

“This?” He runs a fingertip up my slit and over my clit. It is almost too hard, and my breath catches.

“No!” I squirm.

“Like this?” he asks again, and there is mischief in his sexy drawl. His hands push my lips apart and then his mouth is on me again. He doesn’t hold back, and even though I’m expecting it, the scorching heat as his lips close around me has my body in convulsions. Slick and harsh, his tongue darts over my hood and sensitive clit – soft at first, then more demanding as he begins to suction over the maddening caress of his tongue. The muscles in my stomach tighten, as though the action will heighten the sensitivity of the nerve endings at my sex. I twist his hair around my fingers as he pulls me higher, to the farthest reaches of my consciousness. The sensations are pressing against the boundary of my skin, trying to break free. I feel the pressure from the tips of my curling toes, to my straining eyes, but more so in my throbbing clit than anywhere else.

My body has never felt so explosive, and the moment he adds his fingers to the attack, enters me and hits that wondrous spot, the intense pleasure pushing against me explodes, shooting through my body in every which direction, bursting and convulsing with every quickened beat of my heart. My thighs clamp together, prolonging the ecstasy and crushing Matt’s head, but he continues the onslaught, even though I must be suffocating him. He forces my thighs apart once more and holds them there as I climb and crest again, my feet digging into the bed as my pelvis goes airborne with my next climax. He tongues the length of me, savoring the libation of his efforts.

“Jackpot,” he mumbles against my pussy.

Exquisite spasms chase through me as Matt kisses his way up my body. “Oh, baby girl, you taste so fucking good,” he whispers around the searing contact. His words incite a prolonged reaction.

I respond with a moan and grasp his shoulders, encouraging him to move faster, climb higher, bless my mouth with his magical lips, but he takes his time, lingering at my breasts. The attention he lavishes on each nipple sends my mind spinning, and my words are lost. I want to tell him he has rocked my world – tell him that I never knew sex could be this amazing, that I never want him to stop touching me. My tongue lolls in my mouth. Just like the rest of my body, it swims in bliss and can’t be bothered to do anything that might topple me from the clouds.

By the time his face reaches mine, it is dry, but my scent is strong in his stubble and breath as he runs his tongue along my lower lip. His erection slides along my thighs and teasingly pokes at me. My body craves him, as though he didn’t just bring my world crashing down around me, twice. The muscles of his ass flex under my hands as he strains against me. Everywhere our flesh touches, I feel vibrations – a constant hum. Is it the same electrical impulses I felt the first time we touched on the boat, or merely him straining to maintain his control?

His tongue finds mine, and images flash through my mind. Much changed, yet so familiar. Him as a young man, my first love, my first kiss, the only person who ever made me lose control of my own free will. Memories of Matt on the boat, his pull so strong, I nearly gave into my baser urges in public. Matt – the man whose soul reclaimed mine with his earth-shattering kiss outside the restaurant. Fresh memories suddenly flood me and the emotions threaten to overwhelm, and I force myself to focus on the here and now – his fiery kiss, the thrill as he thumbs and pinches my nipple. The throbbing cock sliding along my slit.

It’s too much. I wrap my legs around his waist, then reach down and guide him to my entrance, pulling him to me with my legs. His breath hitches as he enters me. A wild look fills his eyes when I meet his gaze. I recognize it, because I feel the same turmoil. He wants to lose himself, let go, but he is afraid.

“Fuck me, Matt,” I growl, hoping to bring this back to a long awaited consummation rather than a promise of a fairytale future. To disarm the threat of what may come.

He bites his lip and slowly stretches me to capacity. The walls of my pussy spasm around him, and I can barely breathe. Before he even begins, I am coming.

“Easy, baby girl.” He kisses my forehead, but I can’t stop, so he gives me a few thrusts to push me over the edge. “You’re gonna kill me,” he chuckles as I let the orgasm wash through my body. None of my past romps have ever come close to this kind of passion or excitement. Who climaxes from penetration alone? Normally, I’m lucky to climax at all, and it scares me to know I now can’t hold back.

“I’m sorry,” I say, ashamed of my wantonness.

His lips pull at my earlobes. “Don’t ever be sorry about coming. Do you know what it does to me, to see you lose control with me?”

I squeak when he plunges deeper, reaching what feels like the end of me. His slow movements make me want to roll him over and take the lead, but his careful angling holds me back. While the pace might be slow, the way he circles his hips as he drives into me hits the same delectable spot his fingers found before, and it claims all my focus. Every time he thrusts against it, a thrill runs through me, and it grows more sensitive with each contact.

Needing more, I angle my hips. It feels like I’m climbing him, but the sensation is better. I fear I’ve climbed too high when he pulls out and untangles himself from my legs.

“Here,” he rises to his knees and pulls at my hands. I crawl to my knees and face him. With one hand, he grasps my hip and pushes, until we are both turning and he is behind me. Chills run through me when his hand brushes across my breast and he enters me from behind.

Right away, I am conscious of the special spot – he hits it dead on with every stroke. His free hand reaches between my legs and rubs my clit though its hood. My moan encourages him and he reaches lower, sliding his fingertip up my slit to the bare nub. Very gently, he circles and caresses. I am in ecstasy. He knows my body so well, even though this is our first time. Perhaps he’s invaded my daydreams and made love to me in that most secret place countless times.

When he pushes the hair away from my neck and latches on with his lips, just below my ear, the whole situation strikes me as so out of the ordinary, far beyond anything I’ve ever imagined – I reach back and encircle his head, and I make the decision to let go. Who cares what tomorrow brings? If I die tomorrow, I will die happy, knowing this experience is the most intense and most thrilling thing to ever happen to me.

The spot has morphed to consume my entire body. Every breath against my skin, every soft pinch of my nipple, every delicious pass over my clitoris strikes it with unerring accuracy, and I’m floating outside my skin.

“Oh, baby girl, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to make love to you,” Matt whispers in my ear, drawing out each sensuous, long stroke as though he is rowing crew.

The eruption begins in my core, and my body tenses against it. Matt pulls me closer and thrusts harder, pressing his finger to my clit, barely moving over it. Just as I and the world around me explode in ecstasy, Matt comes undone. He pounds against me frantically. He is shouting unintelligibly.

“Fuck! Girl – you – fuck – yes – Jenny!”

His cock throbs within my clenching channel. Our passion finally detonated around each other, I collapse to the bed, taking Matt with me. Drenched in sweat with Matt’s hot breath bursting into the small space between our heads, I long for the coolness of the sea, but I’m too exhausted to consider hiking down there.

I drift into a dream of being tied down on the beach. The scorching sun burns my skin, but I am unable to move. When I open my mouth to speak, my lips crack and bleed. Small children chase around me, beating pots with metal utensils. My head throbs with their incessant noise. Soon, they are screaming and running faster. One has angered the others, and they chase her in fury.

In a fog, I jump out of bed, grab my robe, and follow the metallic crashing sounds to the kitchen. Raised voices echo through the house, and I stumble down the stairs to find pans rolling on the floor, escaped from their rafter hooks. Matt is backed against the wall, his hands raised defensively, while a red-faced Carla screams in his face.

“I’m so fucking sick of all of you. You’re all pigs. Disgusting, fucking pigs!”

I think she is drunk, but I don’t know what has set her off on this rampage. I assume something happened with Tasos, though why she’s taking it out on Matt, I don’t know. I rush to her and take her by the shoulders, pulling her away from Matt.

“Carla, what the hell? What’s going on?”

Up close, I see tears streaking her face, her mascara smeared around her eyes. The smell of alcohol is present, but not overwhelming.

“Men suck,” she exclaims. Her bottom lip protrudes like a toddler and she melts into my arms, sobbing.