I writhed against him, and he eyed my body hungrily. I pressed my arms together, knowing it would make my average br**sts look even fuller for him. He looked my entire body up and down, and as I began to writhe faster, his fingers again traced their way up my back. I had never felt fuller than I did right then.
With a sudden motion, he grabbed my hair in his right hand and clenched. I gasped, and his powerful left hand brought my body against his. Despite me being on top, he was very much in charge. As his right hand grabbed more of my hair, he guided my motions. He held me against him, every square inch of our bodies touching. His right hand pulled upward and I began to moan, the pain spiking the pleasure with every thrust. His left hand moved down to my ass, kneading at the fleshy cheek, spreading me open even further. My moans became more and more frantic, and I could feel sweat dripping down my body.
His mouth went to my ear and I could hear his ragged breathing as he exerted himself. “You’re incredible,” he said, and the way he said it was enough to drive me wild. He was in control, my body responding to his every motion. He began to pound into me, and within another moment he rolled me on my side. He kept going, still inside of me, until he was on top and I was on bottom.
We were back to a missionary position, but it was anything but boring. There was a wild need in his eyes as he continued to make love to me. A look of primal, almost animal lust. He craved release, and so did I. I reached my hands around to his perfect ass, pulling him in as if I could bring him even closer to me. His eyes scanned my entire body, and every inch of my body seemed to be turning him on. The ache in the pit of my stomach was almost too much to bare, and as I felt the sweat drip from his body onto mine, I knew that this was it.
He got a strained look in his eyes, and I couldn’t help but cry out, digging my fingers into his arm as he pushed into me, again and again. With his first primal grunt, I felt my body burst in a blissful explosion that threatened to tear me apart. I heard another animal groan, and another as his thrusts went deep.
In another moment, he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies sliding all over each other. He pulled out of me, quickly removing the condom and throwing it towards the trash bin. He missed and hit the floor next to it. He made no move to retrieve it. I sighed as I looked at the muscular man who was now lying back next to me. Nobody’s perfect, but nothing would ruin this perfect moment.
I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I know I was in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. I was sure I was going to wake up and have this all just be a wonderful dream, but even if it was, it was a dream I would never forget.
Saltwater Kisses: Chapter 5
The sun shone directly into my eyes, waking me from a dead sleep. With a groan, I threw my arm over my face, rolling into my pillow. It smelled like Jack, masculine and intoxicating. I moved my arm and could feel the cool linen next to me; Jack was long gone from my bed. I kept my face buried in the pillow, my eyes shut tight. Maybe if I didn’t open them, I wouldn’t have to wake up and find him truly gone.
My bladder, however, had a different idea. I lay still trying to convince myself to go back to sleep, but I finally couldn’t fight it any longer. I stood up and let the sheets fall from my na**d body as I hurried to the bathroom, the tile cold on my bare feet.
The face in the mirror watched me as I washed my hands and ran a brush through my hair, trying to coax the tangles into some sort of pony tail. I felt pleasantly sore all over, and the memory of the night before made me smile before I realized he had left without even waking me.
“Of course he left. He saw me in the morning light, drooling in my sleep, and escaped as quickly as possible. Good thing I wasn’t lying on his arm or he would have had to chew it off,” I mumbled to myself as I threw on a sundress and headed outside.
He was gone, but the whole evening was so worth it. It had seemed almost magical, and while I was sad that it was over, I knew it was a memory that would last forever.
I stepped out on the porch, ready to go get breakfast by myself when I saw him. He was sitting on my porch, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles as he sat reading in the shade. I blinked twice, sure he was not really there. A man that attractive and that good in bed was not going to hang around me too long.
“Good morning, Sleepy-head. I thought you were going to sleep the day away,” he said setting the book down. His smile was even better in the morning light.
“You’re still here,” I said stumbling over the words. “I woke up and thought you had left.”
“After a showing like last night? I may never leave,” he replied with a mischievous grin. I bit my lip and grinned at him.
“It was pretty good, wasn’t it,” I said. He stood up and crossed the porch in a single step, his arms wrapping around me like they had always been there.
“Better than good,” he whispered before leaning forward to kiss me. I felt the heat rise inside of me again, and I was about to drag him back into the bedroom when his pocket began ringing loudly. He sighed and let me go, stepping back reluctantly to answer his phone.
“What is it?” Jack said harshly into the phone. His voice was full of power, but none of the sensuality from the night before. I stepped down and sat on the porch step, pushing my feet out of the shade of the porch and into the sun. Jack growled into the phone and leaned against the far railing. My feet played in the hot sand as I waited for him to finish his call, trying my best not to listen in on his conversation. Instead, I stared out at the endless ocean. The sky was a bright blue that merged almost seamlessly with the dark water in the distance. It was going to be another perfect day in paradise.
“Emma,” Jack said sitting down next to me. I liked the way my name sounded when he said it. “I have to leave for a little bit. There is something I have to take care of that can’t wait. Business.”
“I understand,” I tried to sound like it didn’t matter. My voice cracked, betraying me. I had been in this spot before; he wanted to get away while he still could. He pushed a tendril of hair behind my ear and turned my face to look at him. His expression was soft, but his eyes told me he was in complete control and he knew it.
“I will meet you here in two hours. Don’t be late,” he said right before he kissed me. I knew it was a goodbye kiss. I hoped it was only goodbye for two hours and not forever.
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I watched him hurry off down the beach, talking forcefully into his phone, and then he slowly disappeared. My heart ached to see him go. I didn’t know what scared me more, the idea that he was never coming back, or that he would be back in two hours. Jack evoked such a range of emotions that I felt confused by them all. I searched the horizon for a single stationary object to help me keep my emotional balance, but found nothing. I wanted him to come back, but I was scared of what it meant if he did. The level of attraction I felt towards him wasn’t something I was ready for. This was only a vacation after all, and I was going to have to say goodbye to him eventually. I didn’t want to think about it.