Page 13 of Sweet Virgin

My thighs clenched as I pictured his rock solid dick pressing against my entrance. I could feel my panties dampen as my sex heated to the temptation staring me down with a one eyed wink.

“Well, are you just going to stand there?” The water flowed between his legs, forcing his briefs to tighten even more around his cock.

Curling my arms around my waist, I crossed my legs and dug my feet into the sand. “What are you doing?”

“Today is the next time you'll remember swimming in the ocean.” Splashing the water at me, he laughed hard, turning to dive into a wave.

I stood motionless, ready to strip and jump in after him, and yet I was stuck in place. I knew I was smiling, but in the same breath a hint of sadness swept in. A new memory would be welcomed, but the thought of covering the last ocean image was sad.

“Whatever you're thinking, this doesn't change it.” His body drifted up and down as the waves rolled in behind him. “Making new memories is what life's all about.” Throwing his hands into his hair, Kealen slicked the wet locks back, dragging his fingers down his jaw.

Plucking at my lower lip, I folded my arms tighter around my ribs. He was right, he was absolutely right. Nothing could ever make me forget the last memory of my mom, but not letting myself enjoy the moment would torture me forever.

Hiding had brought me here, but living wasn't something I could stop doing.

Kicking my sandals off, I took off through the sand. Laughter had already consumed me as the cold ocean water met my ankles. The sand felt silky as it slipped between my toes and covered my feet.

My clothing was drinking up the water as I moved in deeper, the cloth grew darker and my skin chilled with each step I took. But I never stopped smiling.

Kealen stood watching me with a childish grin on his face. “See, new memories.” Holding out his arms, his chest puffed up, flexing into a wall of hardened stone.

The water trickled down over his chest, drawing long wet lines over his skin. I wanted to lick the salty brine off his body, run my tongue around each muscle and taste every inch of him.

“You can say that again.”

His body was riddled in small peaks as the water glided effortlessly over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Each stain of ink, every thick line and bold image was glistening in watery perfection.

Kealen let his hands wave in and out of the water, his fingers opened wide, brushing the liquid behind his back. “Did you ever take any risks in your life before?” His eyes were set on mine, trying to read me, trying to see inside my soul.

I just wasn't ready to give it up.

Crinkling my brows, I lowered my body up to my shoulders in the water. “I might consider this a risk.”

“I wouldn't.” Stepping forward, Kealen curled his arm around my back and tugged me into his chest. “But this is.” Bending down, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deep and sensually.

My arms hung lifelessly by my sides as my back arched. I hadn't expected him to kiss me. I was standing like a doll, ready to be positioned however he wanted to move me.

I felt his fingers under my arms as he forced them up around his neck. The tips of his fingers traced my arms, turning my bristled skin into searing flames. His tongue swept through my lips, coiling around mine as it danced across the ridges of my mouth.

It had been so long since I kissed someone that I was worried I wasn't doing it right. But that concern disappeared as his hands skimmed down my back and gripped my ass.

My nipples beaded as my sex liquefied and pulsed between my thighs. I was a live wire as the voltage raged through my body and stopped my breathing completely.

Kealen's hands worked their way up my ribs and cupped my cheeks. Pulling his mouth from mine, his eyes danced under hooded lids. “Life is full of risks, you just have to know when to take them. . .” Strumming his thumb over my bottom lip, he held my face firmly in place. “And when to make them yours.”

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