Page 50 of California Waves

“Almost as excellent as this cake. It’s so good you have to try it.” As she opened the cake box, he reached for forks, but she stopped him.

“I don’t think we’re going to eat this with forks.”

He grinned down at her. “Okay, then.”

Keeping her gaze on his, she reached in, scooped up a chunk of chocolate cake with her fingers, and fed it to him.

“Oh my, that is good,” he said. “I never allow myself treats. Is this what I’ve been missing?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, pulling off a creamy cherry and popping it into his mouth.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured. Then, reaching for the box, he fed her a chunk of cake. She felt the icing melting against her lips and licked them slowly, seductively. She reached for him, not caring that she was smearing cake crumbs on his jeans. Before she knew it, he was slipping off her dress. She felt it flutter to the floor in a puddle.

“Nothing is sweeter than the taste of you,” he murmured, licking her neck, then her collarbone, and then finally releasing her breasts from her bra and licking her nipples. She shivered with a pleasure so deep it felt primal. She let herself melt into his arms and moaned as he continued to strip her naked. Suddenly, he stood back and then dropped to his knees. With a sexy grin, he reached for the cake and smeared some icing on her navel. Using his tongue, he gently licked it off in circles, making his way down, farther and farther, until she was trembling, no longer able to support herself.

He scooped her up then and laid her back on the kitchen counter. She let her eyelids flicker shut and concentrated on the intense waves his mouth was giving her. Her body was sticky—from cake and from his mouth and from her own pleasure. There was something extra hot about him being fully clothed and her naked. She felt more worshiped than she ever had before, as though she were his Earth, and he was the moon, orbiting around her. It was heaven.

* * *

The next morning, Mila woke up Hersch.

He groaned. “What time is it?”

“Six a.m. That’s when the waves are best.”

He opened one eye, then the other. She kissed him, enjoying the tickle of his moustache that had become so familiar to her she could no longer imagine kissing a man without one.

“Tell me you’re not going to make me go surfing with you this early.”

“Come on, you did so well yesterday. We’ve got to seize the day.”

He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I injured myself.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Hersch, you got in up to your knees.”

“I think I stubbed my toe on a rock.”

She pulled off the covers and slapped his rump. “You’ll thank me afterward.”

He groaned but was soon dressed and had coffee on. They ate a quick bowl of cereal with coffee. This time when they headed out, she grabbed a boogie board for him. He eyed it suspiciously.

“It’s not surfing. You don’t go in deep water. We’re just going to play like kids.”

Then she put her surfboard back and grabbed a boogie board for herself as well.

While there were plenty of good waves out there, Mila resolutely turned her attention away from them, and she and Hersch ran up and down the beach, jumping on their boards and sliding like kids. Not even the dogs racing to catch balls were flying as high as Mila and Hersch on their boogie boards. She felt more carefree than she had in years.

After an hour, they were laughing, and Hersch was in above his knees now. She didn’t think he’d even noticed. She kissed him, and he put his forehead against hers.

He said, “I’m so glad you’re spending the day with me.”

“Me too. You can consider it part of your welcome tour to the area. Part of the professional package of services I offer to my very special clients.”

At the words very special, he grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. They went back to her place, and he helped her take off her suit.

“I think a little bit of chocolate cake ended up in the wrong place,” he said and then leaned forward to lick the possibly nonexistent chocolate off the slope of her breast. They got in the shower, soaping each other up and enjoying each other with an urgency that surprised her. When they’d both climaxed under the streaming water, they turned off the shower and got out.

Then she opened her cabinet of wonders and treated him to an unscented sunscreen that was also a really good moisturizer. She took it upon herself to rub it well into his skin, explaining how important it was not to get a sunburn.

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