Page 32 of The Soul that Redeems Me
We found an area where a few feet of a dock still stood, pieces of busted boards and debris all around us. There wasn’t an area for us to sit and fish so we opted to use a few small crab pots from the fishing gear my Dad had packed in the travel trailer. After baiting the traps and securing them, we walked back to the lot and gathered our towels and some snacks, walking the couple of blocks to the beach.
The large piles of wreckage were pushed close to the road so there was an area for us to be able to sunbathe outside the high tide water line. Looking in each direction there wasn’t another living soul visible, and it was slightly unnerving being so alone on a public beach.
I had packed Emily’s e-reader and I’d picked up a new paperback before we left the apartment. I had hoped we would have some time to be able to enjoy the sand and surf, and knowing us the way I do, neither of us likes to go without reading for too long.
After we set up the pop-up tent, I spread our towels out and looked out into the water. The crystal-clear waters of the Gulf, the water whose power destroyed the small town I was standing in, reflected back its hypotonic call to enter the cool waters and enjoy the peace it could provide.
“Do you want to get in the water?” I asked Emily as she began to pull off her t-shirt and remove the shorts covering her tiny swimsuit.
“God, yes. It’s hotter than I was expecting and it looks so refreshing.” She exhaled as her slim body came into focus and I willed my cock to stay down.
I didn’t want her to think I had a perpetual hard-on around her, but that was the exact truth. Any time I was near her, my body reacted with the desire to touch her, to mark her as mine. I fought the caveman tendencies with her from the first moment I touched her, knowing she needed a gentler touch than I was used to with women.
I linked our hands together and guided her toward the water crashing at the shore, leaving Jake to nap on the blanket. The first splash of water on her ankles had her jumping backward trying to avoid the cold. I threw her over my shoulder and charged into the waves, diving under the surface with Emily still attached to my body. Her shriek as she broke the surface was comical. She reemerged with a smile as she pushed her wet hair off her forehead and laughed at the silliness of the whole situation.
“You could have given me a warning.” She joked as she tread water, droplets rolling off her face, making her hazel eyes shine in the afternoon sun.
“I didn’t want to give you the chance to back out. The water is only cold for a second then it feels good.” I splashed water at her and dove under to tug on her foot.
Breaking the surface, I saw Emily push onto her back and begin to float on the soft rolling water, her arms stretched out at her side. She looked like an angel floating next to me. The Gulf waters can be turbulent, but we seemed to be experiencing a calm sea today, the water cradling her body like a baby in a bassinet. I swam the short distance to her and blew a raspberry on her stomach, causing her to jackknife up from her relaxed position.
I took the opportunity to pull her body against mine me and her legs automatically wrapped around my waist, her breasts molded to my chest. I could feel her nipples poking through her suit, the two hard points rubbing against me. She linked her hands behind my neck as her body got closer to mine in the water, her heat evident against my swim shorts.
Placing my hand behind her neck, I pulled her into a kiss, my tongue breaching her mouth as the cool water caused us to bob at the surface. I groaned at the taste of her, as I felt her feet dig into my lower back and her pussy start to grind on my dick slowly. I kept the kiss forceful for a moment, wanting her out of her mind with lust, but backed away so she could catch her breath and focus on how far she was willing to let this go.
Looking into my eyes, she reflected lust and need that I was happy to see. Emily had begun to open herself up to me more and more, and with each new hurdle she overcame, the more she blossomed. I wouldn’t allow our first time to be in the ocean, but if she wanted me to make her come, I was more than happy to oblige.
I felt her rubbing against me as her hands began to trace the tattoos around my chest and shoulders, a fascination she recently admitted to me. Slowly, I moved my hands from her waist to her pert tits and slowly ran my index finger under the edge of her overflowing bikini top, grazing her pebbled nipple and eliciting a groan from Emily. With a small nod of her head, I pulled the bikini top to the sides, allowing her pert breast to float in the water, their fullness evident, her arousal growing.
I continued the slow undulation of my hips against her silky center, while my hands massaged her heavy breasts and my fingers plucked her hardened nipples. Leaning in, I began to kiss on Emily’s neck, her head falling to the side to give me more exposure. I leisurely moved my mouth with slow nips and kisses, finding that sweet spot behind her ear that had her pushing harder against my cock before withdrawing her hips slightly.
I worked my mouth down her neck, nipping and biting the skin while my hands kept kneading her breasts. My kisses moved across her shoulder and I worked my mouth toward her perky breasts. Using the water, I pulled her body further up mine and encouraged her to wrap her legs around my ribs so I had her beautiful tits at mouth level and her head was slightly above mine.
With extreme care, I slowly licked and tugged on her harden nubs, her crotch rubbing against my abs, her need to come growing with each flick of my tongue. I allowed her body to slide down mine until our pelvises were in alignment again, the result was my shorts had gotten pushed down, my hard cock bobbing above the waistband. I reached down to pull my shorts up when Emily’s hand stopped me.
With a heated gaze and no visible tremors in her hands, she reached down and untied one side of her bikini, her pussy exposed to the water. I felt her reposition herself, the warmth and slickness of her pushed against my cock, as we both groaned against each other’s open mouths. She kept her eyes locked with mine as my cock slipped through her lips, my piercings bumping against her hardened clit.
I placed my hands on her ass and used her buoyancy to slide up her and down my rigid thickness, never allowing the head to breach her opening. Up and down I guided her as she rocked and pulsed against me, her pebbled nipples rubbed against my chest as her moist pussy lips massaged my hard cock. I kissed her the way I wanted to make love to her. Slow and gentle.
I moved us so no one would see her topless and began to pump my hips faster, rubbing my cock up and down, her breath becoming choppy, and her nipples getting impossibly harder against my chest. I leaned down and tongued the salty peaks as I used the Jacob’s ladder piercing to stimulate her clit. Three more thrusts and I felt her body began to shake in my arms. I rocked faster, wanting to see her come undone in my arms and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure, my name chanted over and over as I finally allowed myself release. I spilled myself against her slick lips, the evidence of our pleasure being washed away with the tide.
I held her in my arms, her soft body molded to mine, her fingers stroking my back, relaxing me. The sound of Jake’s bark at the shoreline brought my attention to him as I turned my head to see what the commotion was. There was a couple walking a great distance from us, coming in our direction. I looked at Emily and kissed her on the nose before righting her bikini top as she tied her bottoms in place.
We turned and began to walk toward the shore, the sun getting hotter on our skin the farther out of the water we got. Taking her hand in mine, we ‘surfed’ through the waves until we were on dry land, Jake jumping and running in circles around us. Walking up to the blanket, I observed Emily had more of a sway in her hips, her confidence in herself growing.
I knew it wasn’t me or even the sexual act that she was gaining confidence in. Emily was finally trusting herself and her ability to control her life. The uncertainty she’d experienced made her live her life guarded and afraid. Getting past the physical blockers she placed in her life is allowing her to get past the metaphorical ones in her mind.
We spent the next few hours sunbathing, swimming, and dozing in the warm Autumn sun. We took turns throwing the ball for Jake, him all too happy to return it for another toss into the open beach. Looking at my cell phone, I realized we had been out here for nearly six hours. The sun had done both of us good, our skin kissed bronze, but it was time to check on our dinner and settle in before the sun went down.
We left the tent on the beach, no fear of it being stolen, and walked hand-in-hand to the damaged dock where I hoped there was blue crab for dinner in the small crab traps we had strung up. Pulling them from the water, one was completely empty and I was fearful we would have to eat tomorrows breakfast tonight and go to a store in the morning on our way home.
“It’s not looking good for crab dinner.” I explained as I emptied the trap of bait meat and carried it to the other location we had chosen.
Pulling the second trap, I was astonished at the number of crabs inside. In this one, Emily suggested we use cocktail sausages as bait. I had reasoned with her that frozen fish was better, and we’d wagered kitchen duties on who was right.
Shit!
“Looks like I’m cooking dinner tonight, sweetheart,” I laughed, as I turned around to show her the trap.
She threw her head back and laughed, the joy in her voice filling my heart with more love than I thought it could hold. She looked relaxed and carefree as she held her stomach and doubled over, happy tears streaking down her face, her hair a mess from the ocean water.
She never looked more beautiful.
Catching her breath, she chuckled, “I told you! They go crazy for those little things,” giggling again.
“Who taught you how to catch crab?” I handed her my empty trap and carried her full one with both hands. Granted, the traps were small, but my girl caught us a feast.
“Cody did, right after I started working at Andrew’s gym. I wanted crab for dinner and he refused to let me buy them. He explained the waters in Louisiana were full of edible food and he insisted that he could teach me. In reality, he explained crabs like cocktail weenies and Vienna sausages. Pretty easy to remember.” She explained, gaining a barking laugh from me and a renewed round of giggles from her.
