Page 9 of Passion in Store

“Oh, Connor, you make me believe that we—” I put my head on his chest for a moment before we move apart and he’s picking up my hand, leading me to the gelato bar, interlacing his warm fingers in mine.

He buys me an ice cream and when he leans over to kiss a drip off my lip it sends my hormones into overdrive. I'm trying to take this slow but that little kiss has wound me tight, ready to pop.

When we arrive at Masford Beach, there's a light breeze. He parks his Jeep at the beach parking lot near the surf club. He goes around to the back and grabs two large tote bags. I'm very intrigued.

The beach is quite busy with people enjoying the gorgeous day. Lots of people know Connor from the gym or from lifeguarding, so he's waving hi to people as we pass. Tor is there. She’s with her roommate, Sunny, and Sunny’s two little kids. It feels great to wave to someone, too. There are large waves in the sea, so some surfers are sitting out the back. The headland is distant at the end of nine miles of curving shore, puffy white clouds dotting the horizon. He takes my hand again.

After we've walked up a ways, he stops. I'm looking way up at him and he's smiling down like the Cheshire Cat. He puts the huge tote bags down, opens one, and pulls out a towel that he spreads on the sand.

"You sit here, and just enjoy watching the surfers for a bit." He settles me so I'm facing the waves. "Don't look around, I'll be right back."

I love the sea, it's one of the main reasons I came to Masford, so I'm lost in the vista for a short while but soon enough there's a tap on my shoulder. Connor is back. He grabs my hand again, squeezes it slightly, and is pulling me towards the sand hills.

It's high, and hard to get a foothold in the upward-sloping sand, so I'm puffing when I reach the top. I can't help but turn back to see the view of the surf club, small in the distance. There's not a soul at this end of the beach.

"Can you see it?" Connor asks. He's pointing to something white, in a sand valley that's a few hills over. It looks like a white castle, complete with turrets. When I look closer, I see it's a fancy tent.

"Oh, wow." There’s flapping wings of excitement in my chest. How romantic is this? We have a hideaway in the sand hills.

In a few minutes, we arrive. It's a white tent with three poles, making three points. Its white walls are as silky as a parachute, pegged around in the sand. The inside is totally private but with vents, so there's a breeze, and it’s strewn with colorful cushions like a Bedouin boudoir. I feel like the mistress of a sheik.

I turn to Connor in amazement and his lips are right there, welcoming me in. His kiss is deep and passionate, and releases everything I felt we've wanted to say since our eyes met all those weeks ago. I'm on tiptoes on the floor of our private castle and he's bending to reach me, holding me firmly, his large arms on my back. I explore his lips with my tongue, nipping and lapping into them. The closeness is intense and I lose my self-consciousness as I stop thinking and my body takes over.

We sink down to lie in the cushions, and I put my leg up and over him. He rolls to meet me so that his firm thigh is between my legs. I rock against him, his thigh against my core, and I can feel his hard cock, no mistake about that. Like magic, my hips angle themselves to find the best pressure for his huge bulge to push against my bikini bottoms. Oh God, I want them off, but I don't want to seem too forward.

We are kissing like we don't need air. I close my eyes, but then I open them again, catch him looking at me as our bodies wrap, pulling together. I remember to breathe.

Eventually, we pull back a little, panting. Connor plants small kisses against my jaw and strokes my arm.

“Are you hungry? I’ve brought a picnic for you,” he says, jerking his head towards the tote bag, but he doesn’t move.

“I’m not hungry… for food, right now.” I smile. I hope I look innocent, not like I want to rip all his clothes off and ride him, because that’s how he’s making me feel. I have a sudden moment of shyness.

“Minnie, are you okay here, like this? I mean, you don’t think we are going too fast?”

He’s so cute and thoughtful that any further worries fly out of my mind. It’s probably helped by his hand—which is on my breast—stroking across my nipple, taught and aching for his touch.

“Connor, I don’t want you to think I’m forward, but I’ve liked you so much from the first minute I saw you. I want to be here with you like this. I want you to…” I put out my hands, dropping them to my hips and gliding them up my sides until they are cupping my breasts. “I want you to touch me.” I say it with pride and desire. Because… well? I’m feeling beautiful.

He helps pull my dress over my head. He’s moved to his knees in front of me, taking off his tank. His tattoos are delicately painted, irresistible. I sit up and put my lips to the trail of hair that disappears into his shorts, and then right onto the huge bulge in front. Connor groans. I grab the back of his shorts and inch them down. He gets the message, and in seconds I’m looking at the most incredible cock I’ve ever seen.

The tent feels private, safe, and sexy. I lie back against the cushions in my bikini. He’s still kneeling but completely naked now, as the shorts have gone altogether. I’m not sure what to do next, and my hands go to the bottom of my breasts, sweep my bikini top aside to bare them, and I massage them to relieve the ache that’s tantalizing me.

“Oh, Minnie, you are so fucking hot. Can I taste you?” I nod and he lays me back against the cushions and gently pulls the ties of my bikini bottoms so they come undone. He leans down and angles his head, slipping his tongue into my folds. “Ohhh, sooo sweet,” he groans, and I lose myself to the sensation of his tongue slipping up and down, flicking on my clit, sucking with that intense pressure that’s making me forget everything but the heat and desire I have for him.

Chapter 9

Connor

She tastes so, so good. Her eyes are closed and her pink lips are pouted in the cutest moan for me. My cock is going to explode. I’m coherent enough to listen to her gorgeous whimpers, to follow them with the motions of my tongue, seeing how I can make them wilder while caressing the soft, irresistible parts of her. I’m bringing her to the most intimate and vulnerable point in her desire. It swells me even more knowing that desire is for me.

“Ohhh… Do you have a condom?” she asks.

I hardly believe she wants to go all the way with me, but I’ve gone too far to pause. I’m nodding to say I do. I pull back, pausing to reverently weigh her breasts in each hand and brush her nipples with my thumbs. She’s tracing my chest with her fingers.

I’ve got to find the condom. I have to relieve this ache to be inside her. I’ll explode soon if I don’t. I let go of her breasts to find the protection I need.

“Connor, hurry.” She’s looking at me through her lashes, licking her lips.

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