Breaking Through the Waves (2 page)

She opened her legs wider, welcoming
his tongue inside of her. She took a deep breath and moaned as his tongue darted into her folds. She was writhing on the bed, unable to stay still even if she wanted to. His tongue made her feel things she never felt before. It moved around her clitoris then returned to her wet pussy. He continued to please her. His hot breath blew inside her and she moaned again at the feel of him. Her insides burned with desire so much that she felt panicked. She wanted him and she wanted him now.

“Please,” she begged, still trapped under his hands.

He continued to kiss her down below, making her legs shake. Her taste was sweet, making him hard. Knowing how much she enjoyed it got him excited, more aroused than he already was. He brought her to the very edge, the threshold of her orgasm, and when she started to shake, moaning incoherently, he pulled away.

She grabbed a condom quicker than he could move and ripped it open. He climbed on top of her immediately, letting her roll the condom on
to his cock. It was a tight fit. She was practically drooling as she stared at it, wanting to get fucked more than he wanted to fuck her. She pulled the tip and made sure he had plenty of room. Because of all the jizz that came out the night before, she gave him a little extra space.

As soon as she released him, he grabbed her hips and pinned her legs back, sliding into her
quickly. She gasped loudly, pleased by the sudden stretching of her insides. He didn’t start gentle like last time. He fucked her hard and fast, slamming her headboard against the wall.

He moved further over her until her legs were practically behind her head, thrusting into her with long
, even strokes. She grabbed his ass, asking him to go faster than he already was.

She laid her head back on the pillow and watched him fuck her vigorously. She took it thrust by thrust and bit her lip
to keep from screaming. She was in heaven, loving the feeling of him move into her in just the right away. The bed creaked like it would break but she really didn’t care. The sensation started in the pit of her stomach and moved to the area between her legs. It was hot and fiery, hotter than the inside of a spewing volcano. She felt her body tighten as the orgasm spread through her body. She tightened around him, increasing the friction as he moved. She knew he felt it when he grunted, “Fuck.” She screamed as she grabbed his ass, moving with him harder as she enjoyed every passing second of her orgasm. It was so good it made her head spin. She closed her eyes for a moment as her body took a break and recharged.

“Make me come again,” she said through her heavy breathing.

He slowed down as he grabbed her legs and placed them over his shoulders. He leaned back on the balls of his feet and moved into her, hitting her as deep as her body would allow. The position felt fuller and made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She usually lost all arousal after she came once, but he always kept her horny. She didn’t want this to end. She could do this all day.

Coen
was grateful he wore a condom because it was hard not to come so early when it was skin to skin. Sex was more satisfying with her because he loved her so much. She brought his orgasm to the surface as soon as they touched. Most of the time, he was trying not to come so he could please her. She was the perfect size and perfect length for him to slide in and out. She was tight but not too tight. If she were a virgin, this would have taken a few times until she could actually enjoy it. But there was no doubt that she enjoyed him from the start. The movement of her tits was enough to set him off. He held it back even though his pleasure started building in his balls. He wanted her to come so he moved into her harder, giving her everything he had. Thankfully, she started to moan his name over and over. That was his cue. He closed his eyes and thrust into her, feeling himself come in the tip of the condom. He couldn’t wait to actually come inside her without any friction. When he and Audrey stopped using condoms, it took him a long time to get used to it enough to last long. She was frustrated with him for a while but he did the best he could. When Sydney started taking the pill, he would have to masturbate regularly if he was going to make her come even once. Last night was a miracle. He was too determined to make it perfect for her to let himself come too soon.

Sydney grabbed him and pulled him to her. “I love you so much, Coen.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t pull out yet.”

“Why?”

“I like feeling you.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m going to be inside more often than I’m outside of you if we keep this up.”

“Good.”

He rubbed his nose against hers. “I love being loved.”

“You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, besides my father.”

“Thank you.”

“But I do love fucking you. I can’t lie about it. I fantasized about you before I even spoke to you. I thought about you in so many sexual ways.”

“That’s perfectly okay,” he said as he smiled at her. “I want you to feel that way. But I like knowing there is more to this relationship than that.”

“A lot more.”

“You can have me whenever you want me. I hope the feeling is mutual.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Because I fantasized about you after I met you. I had a lot of wet dreams.”

“That’s so hot.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert?”

“I want you to be a pervert.”

“Well, I enjoy fucking you and I think about it every day. I can’t count the number of times I thought about your naked body when I jacked off in the middle of the night or in the shower. I have tissues for days.”

She groaned. “Now I want to have sex again.”

“Give me a few minutes,” he said with a laugh.

She held him to her chest and closed her eyes. “I’m so glad this happened.”

“Me too.”

She sighed happily.

“Would you like to do something?”

“Fuck.”

“Besides that.”

“You
wanna go out to dinner?”

“I would love to take you out.”

“Okay.”

“What do we do until then?”

“Lie here.”

“Sounds good.”
He pulled out of her and she whimpered as if she was in pain. He pulled the condom off then threw it in the wastebasket. “This room is going to smell like sex soon.”

“I like that scent.”

He lay beside her and wrapped her in his arms. “So why do you want to be a marine biologist?”

She shrugged. “I love animals.”

“Is that why you’re a vegetarian?”

She made a face. “Please don’t give me shit for it.”

“Not at all. As long as you still have a balanced diet, I don’t care what you eat.” He tapped her thigh. “You obviously get enough protein.”

“Will you be my trainer again?”

“Of course. But let’s do it in private so you don’t have to pay me.”

“I don’t mind paying you.”

“I don’t want your money,” he said quickly.

“Okay.”

He held her to his chest then closed his eyes. “Sorry. I get really tired after I come.”

“I do too.”

She ran her fingers through his hair and stared at his face. His mouth relaxed and formed a thin line. The stubble around his chin was rough to the touch. When she brushed it with her fingertips, it felt coarse under her fingertips. She explored him, feeling each strand of hair and every inch of his skin, mesmerized by the perfection of his face. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She was always attracted to him in a physical way, but now she felt completely infatuated with him. He was everything to her. Perhaps she should just tell him the truth about her horrific past. She was afraid he would judge her, maybe not even want to be with her anymore. But in her heart, she knew he loved her. She believed him.

2

When they woke up
, it was dark outside. Sydney never spent her day lying around, sleeping, but she enjoyed doing nothing with him. The time went by so fast. Whenever she was bored and alone, time seemed to move so slowly. With him, everything was different.

He opened his eyes then looked at her, seeing
that she was exactly where he left her. “Hello, beautiful.”

She ran her hands across his chest
and gave him that look she always gave him when she wanted him. He recognized it immediately. The movement of her hand across his chest and the way she stared at his body told him everything he needed to know. She moved on top of him, kissing his chest and stomach. Every touch of her lips made him more aroused. He already had morning wood even though it was nighttime. She didn’t need to do anything else to keep him excited. Just seeing her naked was enough to make him pop a boner.

He grabbed her face and pulled her to him. “How do you want it?”

“You pick this time.”

“I can only make you come once.”

“That’s fine,” she said as she ran her hands up his chest.

“Turn over.” She did as he commanded and stuck her ass out to him.

The tight curve of her ass and her perfect thighs made his cock twitch. Her body was perfect in every way. He hated girls that were skinny and weak. She was toned and muscular, having the strength to throw a punch that could break someone’s nose. Her strength was a turn on for him. The view was so beautiful that he wanted to enjoy it for a moment. When he pressed his fingers to her pussy, he felt how wet she was. She was ready for him and very eager. It amazed him how she wanted him all the time. Girls wanted him to fuck their brains out, but never like this. This was a first.

He laid his chest on her back, feeling her smooth skin pressed against him. She was warm and inviting
. He pulled her hair to one side of her shoulder and kissed her exposed neck, rubbing his dick in between her ass cheeks. She moaned quietly as he kissed her, slightly moving with him. He kissed her ear. “Beautiful.” His hands ran down her back and massaged her muscles, making her more relaxed. He liked foreplay because it made her come quick. Fucking her from behind, it was hard not to come so fast. With an ass like that, it was almost impossible.

He leaned down and kissed her wet pussy gently then inserted his tongue inside her. Her loud moan filled his ear as he pulled away. He leaned back then pressed his mouth against her ear. “You taste
sweet.” He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipples slightly. Her panting increased and he felt the moisture from her wet pussy as he pressed against her. He knew she wanted him bad. “I’m almost done. Be patient.”

“Coen,” she said with a moan.

He leaned back and grabbed her hips, staring at her ass. He really wanted to fuck her without a condom but he knew he shouldn’t.

“It’s okay,” she said, reading his mind. “Do it.”

“I won’t last long.”

“You can do it.”

His sex crazed mind got the better of him. He really wanted to fuck her and feel every single groove over her insides. He wanted to feel the delicate texture of her skin, the hot moisture of her pussy. He pressed the tip of cock, which was already leaking, and slipped it inside. He shook as he slid inside her completely with one stroke. The initial contact was enough to make him come if he wanted to. He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, and pressed his tongue to her ear while he slowly moved inside her. “Don’t move,” he said with a shaky breath. “Don’t make any noises. Tell me when you are done coming.”

“Oh—okay.”

He leaned back on his heels and stared at her ass while he thrust inside of her, pushing his tip as far as it would go before he pulled it out. His orgasm was in the base of his balls, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. They were silent. Only the sound of the springing coils of the bed could be heard as he moved into her gently. He could feel everything inside of her. It felt too fucking good. He was gasping in seconds, shaking with unbelievable pleasure. When he felt her tighten around him, he gasped again, knowing she was coming. She stayed quiet like he asked. When she started moaning and screaming his name, it was hard not to release.

“I’m done.”

He fucked her hard and fast, letting himself explode. When his come was about to shoot out, he pulled out and humped her ass cheeks, letting it spray all over her back. Moving from the welcoming warmth of her pussy to the cold sting of the air was a quick shock, but he still came hard. He was left wheezing and gasping for breath, unable to control his lungs or his body. He went from never having sex to fucking every hour, and his body wasn’t used to it.

He grabbed
a towel and wiped the jizz from her back. It was everywhere but he cleaned it up and in a few strokes.

When she l
ay down, she reached for him. “I want you to come inside me.”

“You have no idea how much I want to.”

“I can’t wait.”

He rubbed his nose against hers.
“Me too.”

“You still want to go out to dinner?”

“We have to get out of this house.”

“Let’s take a shower.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “I’m not a machine.”

“
I’ll be good, I promise.”

“At this rate
, we won’t need condoms. I’ll just shoot blanks.”

Her eyes shined. “That sounds good. Let’s do that.”

They got into the shower together, letting the hot water run across their bodies. Coen grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed it into his hands. He rubbed it across Sydney’s body, massaging it into her skin and shoulders. When he rubbed the soap across her breasts, his dick twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She turned around and saw his erection. “What a lovely surprise.”

“How is this possible? We already did it twice.”

She grabbed him and stroked him with shampoo, making him twitch harder. “Well, he wants to do it again.”

Her ministrations were making him breathless. “I hope you don’t mind having a late dinner.”

“Fuck dinner,” she said as she rubbed him harder.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as she jerked him. She ran her fingers through his hair while she kissed him, feeling his lips with her own. His lips stopped moving and he just breathed into her mouth, letting her rub her thumb over his tip as she moved up. When she touched his balls gently, he felt his hands shake. He wrapped his arms around her, leaving them on her ass. He squeezed it as she tightened her fingers around his shaft.

“Stop.
I’m gonna come.”

“I want you to.”

“No. I want to get you off.”

“You can after dinner.”

“But—”

“Shut up and come for me.”

He surrendered and pressed his forehead against hers, staring at her breasts while he rubbed her ass. Her tits giggled as she stroked him harder, making the nipples harden. It was nice not to worry about pulling out or getting her off. It was a relief, actually. He tried to control himself so the hand job would last longer, but it was useless. When the orgasm started, he didn’t fight it. It came out and splashed on her skin, but she kept rubbing him until he was completely done.

He gasped for breath, holding her close to him.

She rubbed his back and trailed her fingers along his sides, helping him relax from his post sex high. Her nails glided through his hair, feeling the wet strands. Steam rose around them, making them feel warm and uncomfortable. “You don’t always have to get me off.”

“I like getting you off,” he said as he pulled away.

“I want you to feel as much pleasure as I do.”

“Well, I did like that.”

“How about a blow job?”

He moaned. “I would love one.”

“Maybe after dinner,” she said as she kissed him.

“I look forward to it.”

They finished their shower then dried off and got ready for their date. Sydney wore a light sundress that was dark blue with red Hawaiian flowers. She wore a gold bracelet that contrasted against the dark color of her skin tone. In California, she was always pale in the winter, but here she was dark all year round.

When she walked into the living room, Coen was wearing long shorts and a black shirt, which showed the muscles of his chest and arms. He looked at her.

“Wow,” he said as he rose from the couch. “You look exceptional.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed her neck then her shoulders, running his hands up her dress. “I like this on you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed her ass underneath her dress, fingering her thong. “I like it when you wear dresses.”

“I don’t usually wear them.”

“You should. You look gorgeous.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know if we’re going to make it to the restaurant now, not after you pulled a stunt like this.”

“A stunt like w
hat?”

“Wearing this,” he said as he felt the material. “Who are you trying to fool?”

“I just wanted to look nice.”

“The objective has been met.”

“Let’s go before you rip this off.”

“I’ll rip it off when we get home.”

They left the house then climbed into his Tacoma. He placed his arm over the backseat as he backed out of the driveway and headed to the restaurants on the coast. She placed her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch and leaned against him. He turned on the radio and they listened to indie rock on the drive. They said nothing for the journey, but the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Neither one had anything to say.

The
y arrived at the restaurant and Coen walked her to the front, holding her hand. “For two, please.”

“Of course, sir,” the waitress said as
she led them to a table by the window.

Coen pulled out
Sydney’s chair for her then moved to his seat across the table. When Sydney picked up the menu, she was pleased to see a wide selection of vegetarian items. There were too many to choose from, actually.

“Baby, what are you getting?”

She blushed. She loved it when he called her that. He didn’t say it all the time, just once in a while, but she still enjoyed it when he decided to use the affectionate nickname. “I can’t decide.”

“I think I’m going to get the fish.”

She nodded, unsure what to say. Nothing with meat sounded appetizing to her. “I’m going to get pasta. That’s always good.”

“Excellent choice.”

The waitress came to their table and Coen ordered for the both of them. “Also, can we have two glasses of your house wine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you,” he said before she walked away. He turned to Sydney. “I hope you don’t mind about the wine. I want you to try it. I think you’ll like it.”

“Or you are trying to get me drunk.”

He laughed. “I can barely keep your legs closed as it is.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“Well, it isn’t mine.”

“Yes
, it is. You are so sexy and perfect.”

“Perfect? I was failing
zoology. Remember?”

“But you were distracted.”

“But I still failed it. I’m definitely not perfect.”

“Why couldn’t you concentrate
that day? I’ve always wanted to ask you that.”

The waitress brought their water and their wine. He waited until she walked away before he responded.

“I had an argument with Audrey.”

“About what?”

He swirled the wine before he sipped it. “After she cheated on me, I took her back like an idiot. That day, she begged me to give her a third chance and she wouldn’t stop pestering me. She slapped me so hard, I had a headache all day. I was just depressed and upset. It all happened right before the exam.”

“I think hitting your partner is unacceptable, regardless of their sex.”

“I agree—except when we’re training.”

She felt the anger course through her body. “That isn’t right, babe.”

He smiled, moved by the possessive name. “It’s okay. She’s done it so many times that I’m used to it.”

“That just pisses me off even more.”

“I’m fine. It didn’t hurt.”

“I really want to slap that bitch.”

“I won’t stop you.”

She crossed
her arms over her chest and breathed through her anger. The idea of someone hitting Coen, who was the sweetest guy she ever met, sent her to the brink. Even if a woman was responsible for the hit, it still made her angry. He didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

He noticed the tension in her shoulders. “Don’t let it bother you. Try some wine.” He pushed her glass closer to her.

She picked it up and sipped it. It was good, not too sweet and not too tart. “It’s good.”