Page 16 of Laying it Bare Backstage

While I busied myself with my clothes, she sorted and folded hers to place in the drawer. After she had crammed as much as she could into it, she joined me at the closet. I handed her some hangers and she added her dress pants and sundresses beside my wardrobe. I couldn’t deny the fact I loved how her clothes looked hanging next to mine. When she had finished, she placed a pair of sneakers, a pair of flats, and a pair of high heeled sandals onto the floor of my closet. Then she stuffed her bag into the side corner.

As I walked toward my door, I gestured to my connecting bathroom. “You can grab a shower while I make dinner if you’d like. And feel free to store your stuff in there as well, on the counter or in drawers; I don’t mind.”

Tilting her head, a strange expression crossed her features. “It wouldn’t bother you at all having my makeup and other girly things cluttering your sink area?”

“No. I’d like seeing your stuff in there; reminding me you’re here with me. Now if you leave the toilet seat up when you’re done, we might have to have some words.” I shot her a teasing smile.

She giggled. “I think we’re safe there. I’ll help you make dinner, unless you like have to be in control in the kitchen. And I’ll wait and shower tonight after we walk the beach.”

“I’ll gladly share the responsibilities of cooking.” I was hoping she’d shower while I prepared dinner so I could maybe use that to distract myself from picturing her naked body in my shower with cascades of water rushing over her skin. But I also liked the idea of doing something as mundane as cooking with her. While I marinated the steaks to get them ready for my indoor grill, she washed and wrapped the potatoes. Working side by side, we quickly adopted a natural routine. Then while dinner heated, we curled up on the couch to watch some television. By the time we ate and cleaned up, the sun had disappeared and the inky sky had stars dotting its canvas and the moon reaching for its perch.

“You still want to head down to the beach?”

“I do. I don’t make it there nearly as much as I would like.” She beamed up at me, but there was hesitation in her eyes. I didn’t know if it was leftover fears from all that had happened recently or something else or maybe a combination of the two.

“Well, we can make it a point to walk it every evening, even if it’s just a short outing.”

At the door, I slipped on my water shoes while Serenity slid back into her flip flops. Then her hand in mine, our fingers entwined, I led her around to my backyard, through a smaller gate, and down a narrow path that led to the shore.

About ten minutes later, we removed our shoes, and dug our toes into the wet sand at the water’s edge. There were a few other beach goers, but they were off in the distance.

Dropping my hand, Serenity stepped farther into the water and the small waves lapped at her shins. Lifting her face to the night sky and with the moon reflecting along the ocean in the background, she was breathtaking. Staring at her immeasurable beauty, with her long blonde waves flowing down her back, a rush of soul touching lyrics flashed through my mind. Snatching my phone from my pocket, I jotted down some notes, but knew in my heart I wouldn’t forget the emotions and feelings invoked from watching her bask in the peace brought by the ocean at night.

“What are you doing?”

Jerking my attention away from my phone, I gave her a satisfied smile. “Typing in some ideas for lyrics.” I tucked my phone away.

“Does that happen often? You come to the beach at night for an idea?”

“Not really. I usually come down here to clear my head so that the lyrics can flow. This is the first time something, or someone, at the beach summoned those feelings that will be perfect to transform into words for a song.” If I wasn’t careful, my entire album would be about her. Not that that would be a completely bad thing because the songs would be exceptional and resonate with the listener as the words mingled with their soul. But while the fans adored love songs, they demanded a balance with tracks that heavily emphasized a strong beat they could rock out to as well. And surprisingly, they expected at least one track to rip their heart out. I paid close attention to what my fans longed to experience with each new album.

“I may not be using them to create a chart topping hit, but I’m definitely feeling some pretty amazing things right now too, being here with you.”

I didn’t like the circumstances that compelled her to stay with me, but I also couldn’t forget that shehadaccepted my invitation to stay the nightbeforediscovering the photo at her home. Which told me there was a good possibility she would have been willing to stay at my place – and not just for one night – even if the situation didn’t demand it.

“Come here.” I opened my arms to her. But instead of curling her to my side to continue strolling along the beach, I cupped her face in my hands and brought her lips to mine. Gliding my tongue along her seam, she opened without hesitation. Craving her taste, and a hell of a lot more, I dove in. My tongue tangled with hers, wrapping around it, and dueling as I claimed her mouth. Her whimpers and breathy sighs had my dick hardening again. At this rate, I was going to have to jack off in the shower before bed. Hopefully, I could do it quietly and discreetly. She melted into my kiss, her hands winding into my hair and pulling at the strands at my nape.

When I pulled away a few moments later, I touched my forehead to hers. “Let’s continue our walk before my actions startle the sea critters.”

Even in the darkness, because we were standing so close, I was rewarded with a great view of the blush crawling up her cheeks. After giving her a quick kiss on her warm skin, I grabbed her hand and we strolled along the beach, our strides splashing water up onto our shins.

It was after eleven when we pushed through my front door after rinsing off our feet in the outdoor shower at the side of my house. Grabbing the towel that hung in my entry way, I had Serenity dry off her feet before I did the same.

“You can grab a shower first because I know you’re exhausted. Then you can chill out on the couch or in my bed while I get done. Feel free to take as long as you want. I’m in no hurry. I might even see if some of these lyrics will flow into one of the songs I’ve already started or use them to start another one. So don’t feel rushed.”

“Thank you.” She rose up on her toes and kissed my cheek. The act, although completely innocent, sent pulses of electricity straight to my groin. Yup, I was going to need to take care of him before I crawled into bed beside her.

She padded down the hall to my room and I headed to my office. Imagining myself back on the beach, staring at Serenity, more emotions filled my chest. Adding them to what I had in the notes on my phone, I then incorporated them into one of the tunes I had been crafting this afternoon. With the additional lyrics, the melody flowed almost flawlessly, but I continued to tweak the song. I loved how the pieces were blending. When I was finally finished, a huge grin split my face. I was positive I had achieved perfection and couldn’t wait to strum it out on my guitar tomorrow. Glancing at my phone to see the time, I was stunned to discover over an hour had passed. Shit.

Rushing out to the hallway and down to the living room, I spied Serenity drowsing on the couch, a sitcom playing on the television. Her hair was still damp and hung in disarrayed long curls all around her shoulders and she had on a pink tank top and matching boy shorts. Crossing the room to her, I switched off the show and then lifted her into my arms and cradled her to my chest before strolling back to my bedroom.

She lazily wound her arms around my neck, her nipples poking at the material of her tank, making my mouth water to taste them. “If you weren’t finished, I was okay out there. I just didn’t have the energy to move back to your room.”

“You’d get a crick in your neck and I don’t want that. Besides, I think we both need to get some rest.” Shouldering open my door, I walked over to my bed and set her down. “You get comfortable while I grab a shower. I shouldn’t be long.” Only as long as it took to rub one out and then get washed up. Giving me a tired smile, she snuggled under the covers. On my way to the bathroom, I paused at my dresser to grab a pair of boxers and running shorts.

Once inside, I closed the door but didn’t lock it. I didn’t care if she walked in, but I wasn’t going to broadcast what I was going to do. I didn’t want to intentionally make her uncomfortable. Although there was a good chance, she had passed out right after burrowing under my covers.

After I tossed my clothes into the hamper, I stepped into the shower. First order of business, I needed to take care of my hard-on. I switched on the water and lathered up one of my hands with soap before bracing my other on the wall. Then I wrapped my hand around my shaft and rubbed up and down, the head already engorged. When I pictured Serenity’s hands on me, my dick swelled. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until she was ready for that. But she was in my bed right now, so it was all good. That thought combined with new ones of her mouth enveloping me had tingles racing down my spine and arrowing toward my groin. I sped up my motions and squeezed my cock harder, my balls throbbing and tightening. The day I got to sink into her pussy was going to blow my mind. Three more jerks and the surges of electricity raced over me and shot straight to my cock causing my orgasm to barrel over me and I shot cum all over the shower wall. Depleted, I bent my head and rested it on my forearm as I caught my breath. Now I wouldn’t have to worry about an erection keeping me up or disturbing her. I chuckled to myself.

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