Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (18 page)

“Are you sure you want to test me?” I asked.

“Alina, I’m gonna give you this one night, but if you ever put me in a hold like that again, trust me, you won’t be able to get out of the situation I put you in. Do you understand
that I am
alpha
and that I do not find that sort of physical domination toward me attractive in a lover
?” he growled.

Lover?
He had said a magic word, one that he had never used before about
us
.
I nodded, and when I showed that slight submission to him, his thick stick grew inside of me. I could feel him deep while I began to ride him on the beach.

My juices were gathering at the base of his dick. I threw my head back and began to bounce on his rod like a saddled horse on a galloping run. My manicured nails bit into the skin on his chest while my tits bounced up and down with each movement that sent me into pure bliss.

Jake moved his hips in unison with my movements. It didn’t take long to feel my body building up to cum. I wasn’t ready. I stopped my body from throwing me into a spasm and slowed my rhythm.

“Impressed
,
”
w
as all Jake could muster
up
to say through his breathless gasps for air.

I slowly slid his dick from my pussy and stood up in front of him. I looked down and saw the glimmer of my juices marinating his penis.

He stared up at me. I reached my hand out to him and helped to pull him up on his feet. We stood in front of each other, nude, on the dark beach. The moment was surreal, romantic and euphoric. I remember having dreams of making love with Jake like this. No dictating, no teaching, just two people making love to one another.

I stared lovingly into his brown eyes. He slowly brought his hand up to the side of my face while his other hand embraced my lower back and pulled me into him. His lips
gradually found their way to mine. Like a fluffy
,
cushioned cloud, he passionately pressed his lips into mine.

His touch was soft and gentle. His passion felt like a white-water rapid in the midst of tumbling my emotions downstream. Our lips parted, and the cool breeze sent a shiver down my spine. I grabbed his hand and walked him out to the
ocean waterline, just
where it kissed our toes.

I turned my back to him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist while we gazed out at the moon that had passed the horizon and sat in the sky staring down at us. The crashing sounds around us were the pent
-
up release of the ocean
’
s dancing waves.

His hands moved up my stomach and cupped around my breasts while the palm of his hands circled around my erect nipples. His rock
-
hard penis poked into my lower back while his lips caressed the side of my neck.

Nothing else in the world matter
ed
but this moment with Jake. I had no idea what would happen after tonight,
but
right now, I didn’t care. I was doing exactly what he taught me to do and focus on the moment at hand.

I took in the smell of the sea air, the grumbling moans in the back of his throat, the touch of his hands roaming my body and
the
warmth in my heart that made this experience different than any other experience with him.

My legs began to tremble. The wetness between legs started to drip down my inner thigh
s
and my need for him to
be inside of me was overwhelming all my senses.
I let my wobbly legs slide to the ground in the midst of his grip.

His lips kissed my back while his tongue left hot trails down my spine. While he knelt behind me and I positioned myself on my hands and knees, he gripped my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me at the same time
a
crashing wave spit water all over my hard nipples and face.

I flipped my head back and let myself get lost in the sea-salt smell and the crashing waves while the man I loved connected with me in the utmost passionate way. We maneuvered together like the waves that danced with the sand. His cock was warm in the grips of my kitty that
tugged and released
him with each thrust inside of me.

He reached around and grabbed my dangling breasts. I lifted my body to touch
his chest to my back
, and he squatted down further and continued to thrust hard and fast. At the same time, he pounded me from
behind
,
his fingers were buried between my pussy lips while they rubbed vigorously at my clit.

The tightening in my lower abdomen came hard and fast. My moans of passion grew deeper and louder. I grabbed his forearms and yelled out in utter passion, “
Ohmyg
aw
d
, yes
,
Jake, yes.”

At the same time that I exploded, he groaned loudly against the crash of another accommodating wave that splashed against our bodies while we both released the passion that
had been denied to us o
ver the past three years.

My body convulsed and twitched against his. My head had fallen forward before I fell on my stomach to the sand. Jake’s body, still connected to mine, fell forward on top of me and then he rolled off of me, still holding me in his embrace.

For a moment, we let ourselves catch our breath. Another wave, less aggressive, glided up the sand and slid under our bodies before it retreated back to the ocean.
I could feel the pull of the sand scrape
us,
and the cold water receded and left us shivering in the cool night air.

Jake cradled me in his arms. My back pressed against his front while he spooned me. We laid there in silence, taking in the ambience around us. The sounds of nature fill
ed
our senses with the rarity of completion—complete in each other’s arms.

Finally, after several minutes, he touched his lips on my neck with a warm, soft kiss.

“I love you, Alina,” he whispered.

I heard him, but my body froze. It was the sudden warmth of tears that ran from my eyes and down my cheeks that unfroze me. I turned my body toward him and looked up into his eyes.

“Do you, really?”

“I searched for you for three years. Doesn’t that tell you that I do?”

“I guess it fee
ls good to hear you say it.
” I reached my sandy hand up to the side of his face and rested it there.
“Now
what?
You don’t know where to drop me off after I fall asleep in your arms,” I said sarcastically joking.

“I have no intention
of dropping
you off. I was hoping you
would
stay the night with me.”

“And then?” I asked.

He looked up at the moon and then back at me. “And then, let me love you
.
I’ve already spent three years without you
.
I won’t let you go again. Unless…”

I immediately put my finger to his lips. “
There is no
unless
.
I love you, Jake Shelby. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to love me.
I just didn’t understand it all, the magnitude of it, until now.
”

He smiled, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me. “I’ve been doing that for a
long time
,
lil
’
one.
Loving you.
You’ve no idea.”

“
Oh,
I think I do,” I whispered. Then I shimmied closer to him and curled up to fall asleep in his arms.
I was spirited away on sweet and airy dreams of us, and I slept soundly, the sound of the ocean and his heartbeat under my ear, my lullaby under the starry, starry night.

In the morning when I woke, I was no longer on the beach. Instead, I was next to Jake Shelby in the warmth of his arms
, which he had wrapped around me in sleep. His slumbering face was beautifully serene and relaxed in the morning light that streamed through big windows without blinds, ones that faced the ocean
.
I looked around and saw a large painting of me on the wall, but not abstract,
realistic
. He
had obviously painted me from memory, at the most lovely that I had ever looked. I felt joy increasing in me.
We were
certainly
in his bedroom, in his
home
and for the first time, I knew
I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I’
d
only been kissed once. It
was
embarrassing when I th
ought
about it because there
were
so many girls at my high school
who
ha
d
tasted, literally, both guys and girls. Not me. I
was
an eighteen
-
year
-
old
high school
senior
who
spen
t
most
of
my days daydreaming about what others actually
went out and did: had lots of wild and crazy, and sometimes, even kinky sex!

Truth be told, my first and only kiss
had been
during a game of
T
ruth
or
D
are
.
I
had
played
that game once when I was sixteen.
I remember
ed
it as if it
was
yesterday. Dirk Donald from around the corner
had been
fourteen years old and
he had been
my first attempt at any contact with the opposite sex. Needless to say, I
was still
a virgin
who
long
ed
to be touched.

My name is Kimberly Butler, but my friends and family call
ed
me Kimmy and everyone else call
ed
me Kim. I prefer
red
Kimberly because it
was
my God
-
given name, but I tolerate
d
the attempts to shorten my name.

I’
d
been told that I d
id
n’t look eighteen. Most people
thought I was about
fourteen years old, but I’
d
actually had one person tell me that I look
ed
as if I
was
twelve. That
was
not good for my self-esteem, but I underst
oo
d why they
thought
I
was
so much younger.

I
was
a late bloomer
and it was the bane of my existence in high school
.
For the first three years of high school, when all of the other girls were sprouting perky boobs, I stayed flat as a board. My mom had taken me to the doctor and he said I was fine for now, as long as I wasn’t unhealthy. There was some talk about putting me on hormones and having me see an endocrinologist, but I vetoed that whole thing to my mom. My dad, for once, didn’t try to make me do anything. He said it was my body and that I didn’t seem to be sick. I think in some ways, he really just wanted me to stay a little girl, so that he wouldn’t have to deal with me dating and growing up. I told my parents and my doctor that I wanted to see if it would come naturally, my development. Thank God, it did.

Only six months ago,
I
had
finally
started my menstrual cycle and only
eight months ago, I
started developing my womanly figure. My mother sa
id
that being a late bloomer
ran
on her side of the family
and that I took after my grandmother
.
It was n
ot a comforting conversation at all. I
was
happy
to
finally
fill out my B
-
cup
bra,
and my waist
and hips began
to
develop into
that enticing combination of
daring curves that
told
a man: come hither.

I just wish
ed that
he
noticed the changes in my body. I
often saw
my neighbor, Archie Griffin, doing yard work and
he’
d
smile and wave
,
yet take little notice in me at all. My mom
had
told me that he was thirty
-
five years old and worked as a chef. He
was
the epitome of
physical
perfect
ion
. His light brown hair
,
hazel eyes and
taut
skin
sent
shivers up my spine every time I
saw
him. He
was
flawless. No, he
was
perfection
,
but he d
id
n’t
even
notice me.