Page 6 of Rock Candy

“My voice cracked the tiniest bit as I said, “Should we swim?”

She sillily popped her eyebrows, like a lascivious man in a vaudevillian comedy. Then she schooled her face, and becoming a caricature of innocence, she impersonated the likes of Scarlett O’Hara when she spoke. “Why, Henry Davis, you know I don’t have my bathing costume.”

“True,” I growled the word, hungry for the nakedness I felt she’d implied.

“Just for argument's sake.” She glanced over my shoulder, her eyes scanning the beach behind me, nervously. “It occurs to me that there is really no difference between my bra and panties and my bikini.”

“Those are facts.” I took a step forward, closing the space between us.

“And your boxers provide the same coverage as swim trunks.” She tilted her head up so that her eyes were doe-like as she looked up at me.

“Also factual.”

Her voice dropped to almost whisper when she added, “So, if we were to strip down to our skivvies and swim, it wouldn’t be considered obscene or anything like that.”

I was close enough that I could feel the breath of her voice tickling my chin. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath in through my nose before I managed to hoarsely speak. “Eddy, I’m not gonna lie. If you strip down to your bra and panties, it’s gonna get obscene.”

She laughed nervously. Reaching my hand up, I touched her jawbone and she nuzzled her face into my palm before I bent down to ensnare her lips with mine.

I held back as best I could, pressing firmly, waiting for her reaction. After all, she was a famous rock star and I was just a guy with a guitar and a used Honda, and my mother taught me that I had to take a beat before I gave in to my base and animalistic desires. I had to respect a woman, give her the chance to voice or imply her consent. So, even though I wanted to ravish Eddy, I kissed her like a gentleman.

And I prayed. Because I wanted her. I wanted to know every square inch of her body with my tongue. I wanted to be the man who made her unhinged with pleasure. I wanted her wet whenever someone mentioned my name. But she had to want that too. If she did want me, I was sure I could make her happy. I knew how to care for and love people. I was good at it because I had an exceptional example. My parents loved. They loved me and they loved each other. In just one night Eddy had already dug out a space in my heart and made herself a pretty little nest, and I wanted to keep her there. I wanted to love her.

I also wanted to see her naked. The prayer in my head waffled back and forth between the desires of a civilized man and a raunchy, lustful teen.God, let me make this woman mine; let me show her how she deserves to be loved; let her trust me to provide the kind pleasure she deserves. Or at the very least let me see her boobies, even just one, like maybe a little nip slip, but, you know, tastefully.

Luckily, Eddy seemed interested. She reached her hands up, threading them into my hair, and then she opened her mouth for me. The first warm, wet swipe of my tongue against hers broke the dam. I pulled her to me, smashing her body against mine as I devoured her mouth. Feverishly, I explored with my tongue, my lips, and my teeth, desperate to know what pleased her but also hungry to take what I wanted.

Breaking free, she took a step back and for a second, I thought she was going to rein us in, but instead, she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra. Her skin glowed against the backdrop of the night sky. The ocean was calm, an endless horizon of black glass, shattered only by the reflection of the moon. Eddy swung her shirt above her head like a lasso, letting it circle before she released it, propelling it past the surf onto the dry sand. Then she reached for the button on her jeans and unsnapped. She paused. Eyeing me up, she impishly asked, “Well, are we going swimming?”

Hell yes.My hands rushed to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Barechested, we both ran up past the surf to discard our jeans and then spun back to the water, crashing into the placid waves. We acted like kids, splashing and grabbing at each other, laughing and wrestling until we were deep enough that Eddy couldn’t stand.

“Oh, Henry, hold me,” she said, once again calling on the likes of Ms. O’Hara before throwing her body in my direction, the spitting image of a swooning debutant.

I caught her, pulled her against my chest, and crooned Rhett’s Butler’s famous line. “Eddy, you should be kissed often and by someone who knows how.”

“I suppose you’ve already proven that you are such a man…” She smirked.

I kissed her again. Only this time we were practically naked, and I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed her sweet center up and down over my hardening cock. Wanting more traction, I slid my hands down, gripping her ass cheeks, and pulled her flush against my dick. At the needed contact, I groaned, “Mmm, fuck, I want you.”

My words made Eddy restless and needy. Her head dropped back and she bucked her hips against me. “God,” she panted. “I want to fuck you too but…”

She lost her train of thought as I licked my way up her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. “…But we just met, and we’re in the ocean in public with no protection whatsoever. Mm-hmm,” she said, focused on pushing her hips against me. I kept kissing and touching her as I walked backwards until we were shallow enough that Eddy could stand and then with my back to the shoreline, I eased her legs from my waist. She was resistant, wanting to stay pressed up against my crotch.

“Turn around for me, Eddy, so I can touch you.” I whispered the words. “That’s it. Ease your feet down into the sand and let my hand get between your thighs.”

Once she was down, I spun her around so that she was facing the open sea, and then I pulled on her hips again so that the curve of her ass pressed against me. I was broad enough that if someone had been standing in the surf, her body would've been completely invisible to them. Lifting her arms, I clasped her hands behind my neck, leaving her body open to my exploration.

“Your job is to hold on and feel good. Do you understand?”

She didn’t reply. She just pressed her back tighter to my chest. But I wanted confirmation. I wanted her to acknowledge that she was mine to play with.

“Can you do that, Eddy?” She nodded but she still didn’t speak. I dragged my fingertips up her side, and I felt her shiver in response to my touch. “Can you be a good girl and hold on while I make you come?”

Roughly, I pushed up her bra, exposing her bare breasts to the night air. Her nipples were puckered and hard. I pulled and pinched them between my fingers, finding a balance between sweet and rough. Eddy rewarded me with delicious desperate little moans. Still, I demanded my answer.

“Tell me I can make you come. Tell me you want that.”

She whimpered, rocking her ass against my cock, silently begging me. I kept pushing.

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