Page 31 of Always You
“Nope, not at all.” I kneel with my butt resting on the surfboard. I lay on my belly, holding my knees to my chest for support. He holds onto the board and wraps a thick white nylon strap around my ankle. The leash is just long enough to allow me a few inches of slack in case the board and I fall in a wave. He grips my torso, hoists himself onto my back, and nearly doubles over in laughter.
“Is this okay, pretty girl?” he asks. His body is heavy, but I can stand it.
“Yeah.”
He guides us deeper into the rolling waves.
“I’m going to jump off in a bit—this is a small wave, but not too complicated. Get up to your knees first, then bring one foot up at a time,” he shouts.
“All right, got it.” Excitement races through my veins.
“All right, pretty girl, I’m jumping off.”
After conquering the waves, I paddle back to Brian with a huge smile plastered on my face. Wow, this was amazing. My dad loved to go surfing now and then; he was no pro, but he enjoyed it. Brian envelopes me in a massive hug. Adrenaline burst through me.
“You did it, pretty girl. Hell, you looked hot taking those waves.”
His lips are on mine, and I can taste the saltiness of the ocean water. Our kisses get heated, melting down to my center. The sensation of his erection pressing against my stomach makes me feel truly desired and desired by him. I crave the need to be loved and desired, and when I'm with him, I truly feel wanted and desired. Maybe it’s the fact that Dominic moved on. The thought of Dominic engaged and belittling me all these years left a treacherous mark on my soul.
I wrap my legs around his waist, he leans me onto a massive rock, kissing me roughly. The palm of his hand feathers up and down my spine.
“I know this is too soon, pretty girl, but God, I want to feel you,” he pants as his swollen red lips kiss from my cheek to the lobes of my ears.
My mind is in a fuzz. I know it’s too soon, but God, I need to feel something. I haven’t felt the instant chemistry, but I do feel attracted to him. Do I want to have sex with him? God, I do. He’s sweet and kind. But, fuck a girl has needs. I press my lips on his.
“I want you too.”
His eyes linger on my face for a split second. He slips his wet trunks off. The sun sculpted his body perfectly. A moan escapes my salty lips. My eyes stay pinned on his naked, toned body. His erection is hard and ready. I peel my wet shorts off. He sucks in a breath. Luckily, it’s empty here; it’s so early in the morning.
“Leave your shirt on just in case someone shows up. I don’t want them to see you completely naked.”
I nod. My fingers graze the ridges of his toned stomach as I pepper kisses on his neck, chest, and finally down to the impressive bulge. His body ignites with heat under my touch. He tastes like salt and sun. I work my way down to his hard, thick length, which throbs in my mouth. I take it deep and slow, and he groans.
God, this is so not me, but here I am giving a blowjob at the beach.
“Fuck, pretty girl, this feels so fucking good.”
My tongue swirls like a pro, well, not technically. Taking him all in, I taste every part of him from the base to the tip. He grips my head bobbing it down. He moans. Fluttering my eyelashes as I watch him.
“Come here, Mila,” he rasps out.
Our lust-filled eyes meet. My lips hungrily explore every part of his mouth. My breaths quicken with excitement as we pull our bodies closer together. I watch as he takes a condom out of his wallet and then lifts me up. I bite my lip as he enters me, feeling myself become swollen and wet with desire. He pushes deep inside me and holds himself there for a moment as I squirm, and a moan escapes my lips.
“Oh, Brian,” I moan with pleasure.
His tongue circles my nipples that peek over the fabric.
“Ahh, pretty girl, you feel so good.” His thrust gets deeper.
Oh, God.My orgasms breakthrough. Brian keeps thrusting and kissing me. Our kisses get sloppier.
“Fuck,” he grits. “Damn you are beautiful,” he grunts as his body trembles in release. Panting.
We stare at one another. He’s looking for any sign of regret. There’s none. I don’t regret it. Slipping my shorts back on, I watch as Brian rolls the condom off and slips his shorts back on.
“Are you okay?” He frowns, concern written all over his beautiful face.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Biting the bottom of my lip, I wrap my arms around him.
