Page 127 of His Secret Gift

Finally – Kayla

Iknow what I said about not putting a lot of pressure on this “date,” if you can even call it that. But he’s really proven himself to me by engaging in such simple and playful fun. I trust him.

Plus, oh my goodness, can that man kiss! I want to pray at the feet of whoever taught him to use his lips and tongue so irresistibly.

Then, when he eventually puts me back down on my feet, I take his hand and drag him back onto shore and down on the towel he brought.

I lay down first, but he pauses before joining me. “Kayla. You said—”

“Forget what I said. I want to do this. I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

I scoff before pulling him down with me. At first, he’s on top, but with one arm, he pulls me up and over him.

His hands then explore the back of my body as I kiss and nibble at his neck.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he says into my hair.

“Right?” I also can’t believe we’re doing this in such a public place. Although, we are the only ones on the entire beach.

I soon feel him tug on the strings of my swimming suit.

“Is this alright?”

I sit up a bit and nod before discarding it entirely. Then, I relish as he takes in the view.

“My god. You’re beautiful.” He comes up and kisses each breast, the feeling of which makes shivers run down my spine. It also doesn’t hurt that I can feel how into this he is against my thigh.

He then kisses me, and my fingers tangle in his short brown hair.

Before I know it, we’re horizontal again, but he’s on top and making a heavenly attack on my mouth. But he also leaves a trail of his saliva down from behind my ear all the way to my belly button. However, I want more, so I pull him back up.

The heaviness of his pelvis against mine makes me feel crazy, and I slip my hand under his suit as we continue to kiss.

He then reaches for the pants he discarded and pulls a condom out of the pocket.

I laugh. “Well, someone came super prepared.”

Raising his eyebrows, he mutters, “Let’s just say I’m an optimist.” I watch as he uses his teeth to rip the corner of it off, pulls his bottoms down, and roll it onto himself. In hindsight, it seems a little silly that we waited for his STD results, as we were going to use protection anyway.

But it’s better safe than sorry, I suppose. Condoms break.

I also do my best to wriggle out of the remainder of my swimming suit before bracing myself for him to slide into me.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” He slides one arm behind my back and clutches at my shoulder before positioning himself and using his other hand to assist in entering me.

The feeling of having Jack Shelley inside of me is wild, and I love it.

We then thrust against each other’s bodies, and the sounds escaping from his lips—almost guttural—make me even more excited.

“Oh, Kayla,” he says in between gasps.

I clutch at his back and hang on for dear life.

“Talk to me,” he demands.

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