Page 17 of Hot Kisses

A moment later, my hand is between us, sinking into her wet heat. I moan at how tight her slick channel is and she squeaks when I find her swollen clit with my thumb. The sand coats the sides of her body and my arms, her dark hair is almost white with it. The scent of the fuming sea mingles with the ozone in the air as thunder crashes in the distance.

She pulls my head down to kiss her, her tongue clumsily meeting mine. The first drops of rain land on my back, then splash onto her closed eyes.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care.”

Neither do I until the sky opens up on us, dousing us with icy buckets of rain. I jump up, pulling her close to me to shield her from the worst of it. To my delighted surprise, she laughs, grabs my hand and pulls me up the beach.

“It keeps most of the rain out,” she shouts as she slides open her van door.

I can’t keep my hands off her cute little ass as she climbs up onto the mattress that takes up most of the platform she’s installed. Giving her a little spank, I haul myself in after her. She has checkered curtains covering the windows and there’s a tiny camp stove with a kettle resting on a makeshift counter next to the platform. The driver’s seat is also curtained off, but she hurries to move it aside so we can see the rain sheeting down the windshield.

“I like to watch it,” she says, reaching for me with her mouth parted.

As enticing as she is in this little haven from the storm that she’s made for herself, I hold back. Clarice scowls and tugs at my shoulders, her body trembling with need. My own cock is bursting against my soaked jeans and my hands aren’t listening to my brain as I tell them not to reach out and stroke down the side of her neck.

“We’re in a van,” I say. “I promised you that your first time was going to be special.”

She flings herself forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and crawling onto my lap. “Are you kidding me right now?” Pulling back, she stares into my eyes with a look of wonder. “You gave me my life back. You gave me the only thing I wanted. My beach. Nothing’s more special than being here with you right now.”

Her eyes scream the same feeling that’s been tugging at my heart since I first saw her. I get lost in her gaze until her fingernails dig into my shoulders and she makes the most adorable whine, grinding against my lap.

With an answering growl, I lay her back onto the shockingly comfortable mattress, in a pile of cozy blankets and pillows. A fat drop of water leaks onto the top of my head and I laugh. She’s right. This is perfect.

Now I finally get to savor this sweet, virgin beauty. She’s mine. Completely mine, and the best part is now she knows it. Her top is off in a flash and I trace each peachy nipple with my tongue until they are hard peaks. Clarice shivers and I pull the blankets over us like a tent, kissing my way down her belly.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” I tell her, licking the salt from her hipbone.

She grips my hair, pushing gently. “Keep going,” she murmurs.

I laugh, nuzzling her as I part her legs. I untie the other string and push her bikini bottom away from her pale mound. She arches as I lick along her tan lines.

My hunger is like a beast, yanking at a chain that won’t hold it for long. I spread her legs wider and sit up to look down at my prize. She’s worth more than a hundred miles of unspoiled beach. She’s everything to me. She thinks I gave her life back, but that’s exactly what she did for me. I know how I really want to live now. And she’s going to be there with me.

I tear my gaze from her hot little pussy and find her looking at me, both hands knotted in the sheets. She nods toward my jeans. “Show me,” she whispers.

It’s not easy getting them off in this confined space but in a moment my cock is free, standing straight out, yearning to be inside her. She reaches for it and holds on like it’s a bike handle. When I wince, she loosens her grip and strokes, a smile curling her lips.

“Show me where you want it, little girl,” I tell her.

She guides it to her slick folds and I put my hand over hers, rubbing my dripping tip over her clit until her hand falls away. “Yes,” she murmurs. “Right there. Please, Brian. Fuck me. Please stop teasing.”

I chuckle, still rubbing my cock against her swollen nub. It’s torture, pure torture to be so close to her tight little hole and not be ramming deep inside her. But watching her chest rise and fall faster as I bring her closer to an orgasm keeps me going.

“Tell me,” I order her. “Tell me how good I make your pussy feel.”

“Better than the best wave,” she says. “Better than anything in this world.”

“Just wait,” I say, my patience waning as she lifts her hips and squeezes her thighs around my waist. “Wait until…”

She screams so loud the storm seems to be offended and the rain ceases. Now only soft, pattering drops hit the roof. I hold her down to keep drawing out her ecstasy until she half laughs and half sobs, limp on the mattress.

“You made the rain stop,” she gasps. “What can’t you do?”

Gripping her hips, I shake my head. “I can’t wait to fuck you any longer.”

I bury myself all the way to my balls inside her hot little hole. The spasms from her orgasm grip my shaft, making me groan as I find her mouth, forcing it to open to me. With my tongue and cock inside her, she clings to me, giving me everything with abandon.

Desperate not to hurt her, I try to hold back as much as I can, but she gives me a little shove, her palms on my chest. “Don’t you dare. I need it all, Brian. I need every last inch. As hard and fast as you want.”

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