Page 17 of Opening Hearts

Chapter Eight

“So, um, yeah. I think we should go. You guys can take me back to the condo and then continue your make-out session in the privacy of your own … wherever. Sound good?”

Matt pulled back from Hannah to look at her friend. She stood looking down at where they sat on a beach blanket, the sun drying the last of the cold saltwater from their skin.

Hannah had a sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry, Elena. Yeah. We can go.” She turned to Matt, her eyes expectant. “Ready?”

He was tempted to hold her on his lap, knowing his boardshorts would do little to disguise how turned on he was from kissing Hannah wearing a bikini and wet from the ocean, tasting of salt and sun. He had plans to bring her to a secluded section of beach and make love to her on a blanket under the stars, the scent of the ocean and the sound of the waves surrounding them. He had no idea when he could make that happen, and he knew he couldn’t do that for her first time, but he wanted to try before the summer was over.

She climbed up, and Elena smirked down at his crotch, a knowing look on her face. Instead of being embarrassed, he chose to act like it was no big deal, standing up and adjusting himself without bothering to hide it. Elena choked back a laugh, and Hannah looked at them, her eyes darting from one to the other while she slipped her swim cover over her head. Elena did the same while he folded the blanket, and stuffed the last few things into his backpack, leading the way to the truck. They all climbed in, Hannah in the middle, pressed against his side, with Elena in the passenger seat.

Back at the condo, Hannah hopped out after Elena and gave her a quick hug. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Elena walked away with a smirk on her face and cast a wink at him before turning and walking to the condo. Hannah climbed back into the cab and closed the door, buckling herself into the passenger side. Matt had enjoyed having her pressed up against him on the short drive here from the beach but didn’t say anything. She usually sat in the passenger seat. It made sense. And soon she’d be pressed against him somewhere else.

Looking over at her, he raised an eyebrow. “My place?”

Pink stole over her cheeks and she bit her lip, but she nodded. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

Once they got to his house, he met her by her door and led her by the hand to his house like he had the first time he’d brought her here. Instead of repeating their entry into the house by shoving her against the door, he led her straight down to his bedroom. Once inside the room, he pulled her to him, his free hand cupping her face while he kissed her. She melted into him right away, evidence of how much more comfortable she was with him now than she was at first, her arms going around his neck.

He nipped at her lower lip before pulling back. “I need a shower to wash off the sand and salt.” He studied her upturned face, her green eyes, her pink lips. “Join me?”

She dropped her eyes, looking away for a second, her cheeks pinker again. It was so cute how she blushed about taking a shower with him when he’d had his mouth all over her just the day before. And she’d done the same to him.

He reached up and undid her messy bun, fluffing her hair with his fingers, and kissed her again. “C’mon. You need a shower too. Let’s go.”

She nodded finally, and he led her by the hand out his bedroom door, not bothering to grab a change of clothes. He grabbed an extra towel out of the closet in the bathroom, setting it on the lid of the toilet, and turned on the shower, letting the water warm up before they got in. Hannah stood in the middle of the bathroom like she was unsure what to do with herself, so he pulled her in for a kiss, his hands at her waist bunching the fabric of her tank dress until he could slip his hands underneath to get to her bare skin.

After caressing her there for a moment, he pulled his head back. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

She lifted her arms, allowing him to pull the dress up and over her head, leaving her in her green bikini, the same mossy color as her eyes. He tugged one of the strings behind her neck, undoing the knot that held up her top. She caught the triangles over her breasts, not letting them fall yet, until he reached behind her back and undid the knot there as well. Then she dropped her hands, and they both stood there topless since he hadn’t bothered to put on a T-shirt when they left the beach.

Her hands went to his torso, running over his pecs, up to his shoulders, and back down again, to his waist, stroking around to his back. He reciprocated, running his hands over the skin at her waist, up her sides, deliberately avoiding her breasts, watching her nipples tighten anyway from the anticipation and denial of his touch. When he ran his hands down her back and slid them inside the bottom of her bathing suit, she did the same to him. He chuckled as he looked down at her. The difference was that with just a little encouragement from his hands, hers slid right off her hips, down her thighs, falling at her feet.

She tugged at his boardshorts, but they weren’t coming down unless someone undid the tie and velcro fly. He smiled as she stepped back, out of the puddle of bikini at her feet, to examine the front of his shorts, and she ran her hand over his hard cock while she did so.

When her eyes met his again, her hand still wrapped around him through the thin fabric of his shorts, they held a wicked gleam. “Hmm. It looks like someone’s trapped here.” She squeezed, and he bit back a groan. “Whatever shall we do?”

Before she could torture him more, he yanked on the strings at his waist, undoing them as fast as he could, ripped the velcro fly open, and shoved his shorts down, his cock bouncing up and hitting his belly from the force of his movements. He hauled her up to him and plundered her mouth, his free hand roaming her body, gripping her ass, squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple, eliciting a gasp that turned into a moan when his hand drifted between her legs, stroking her before sliding inside, feeling how wet she was already.

After he had her hanging onto him, weak with the level of her arousal, her scent filling the room, he pulled back. “Ready to get in the shower?”

He could see her trying to process his words, and her muscles firmed up under his hands as she straightened to stand on her own, her eyes narrowed. “You’re an ass sometimes.”

With a grin he pulled back the shower curtain, allowing Hannah to climb in first, and he slapped her ass as she passed him. She yelped and looked at him, eyes wide. “What was that for?”

He shrugged, grin still in place, and followed her in, pulling the curtain back in place, closing them in semi darkness. Then he pulled her close, his hands roaming over her bare ass. “Your ass is just so spankable. I couldn’t help myself.”

Her eyes were wide, her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t get the words out. Instead of waiting for whatever she might say, he lowered his head to hers, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She responded, and he deepened the kiss, keeping his hands on her ass, grinding her against his hardness, letting things build between them.

After a moment, he pulled back, tipping her head under the spray of the water, running his hands through her hair to help it get wet. “Do you want to wash your hair, or just rinse it out?”

She gave a slight shake of her head. “Rinsing is fine. You?”

He nodded. “Me too. I’ll wash you first, and then we’ll switch so I can wash too, okay?” She nodded, and he reached behind her to the narrow ledge built into the wall and retrieved the body wash. Squirting a generous amount into his palm, he rubbed it between his hands, then began to smooth it over her body, starting at her shoulders and working his way down, paying attention to every inch of her, except where he most wanted to spend his time. When he finished with her front, he had her turn around. She stared at him a moment, her eyes big and dark, but then did as he asked, and he soaped down her arms, over her back, kneading her ass, then down each of her legs.

When he’d finished her back, he reached around her, pulling her back against him, his hands running over her front again, his fingers finding their way between her legs this time. He plunged one inside her a few times, making her gasp, then withdrew and ran it over her clit in slow circles. He could tell from the way her hips moved with his hand that she was getting close again, her arousal already high from him working her up before the shower and then the sensual body wash. In almost no time at all, she was trembling in his arms, sagging against him as her orgasm overtook her. He slowed his movements, bringing her down until she stopped twitching.

He kissed the side of her neck just below her ear. “My turn to get clean.”

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