“And this morning.”
“I thought we agreed that never happened,” he smiled guiltily.
“I agreed to no such thing. Plus, even if I did, there were witnesses.”
Kyle groaned. “Touché.”
“But I’m willing to let you off the hook if you continue to kiss me like you did a couple of minutes ago.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. He leaned in and gave her a quick little kiss. “I think that can be arranged.”
She giggled again and reached down to grab the cups she had brought up. She handed one to Kyle. “To a new start?”
“To a new us,” he corrected. “Now, let’s finish watching this sunset, so that when we get back, we can steal some food from the kitchen and I can take you on a picnic on the beach. Sound good to you, sweetness?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Thirteen
The older couple had made for a pretty easy charter, leaving them with little to no cleanup from the day. Kyle was still buzzing from their moment up on top of the boat and watching the sunset with Drea in his arms. He enjoyed feeling her body against his, her soft curves underneath his hands, being able to kiss her neck if he desired. He really enjoyed not having to shift his hips and try to hide his blatant arousal from her. The way she snuggled into him and wiggled her hips against his made it seem like she appreciated that as well.
Once they were off the boat, they headed to the kitchen to see what they could confiscate to take with them. Kyle tried to run through schedules in his head, hoping that since he saw Miller at breakfast that he had the night off and wouldn’t be in the kitchen now. He was incredibly grateful for the advice he’d been given this morning, but he didn’t want to have to explain to the man that the girl in question was the niece he’d raised since she was an infant. Come time to level with her uncles, he figured it would be easy enough to convince Miller that he was good enough for Drea. He might have been her father figure, but he was a romantic at heart and Kyle knew he wanted Drea to find what he’d had with her aunt.
Grabbing an assortment of cheese and crackers, fruit, and Drea’s favorite potstickers, they headed back to Drea’s. After taking a blanket from inside, they spread it out on a section of Big House Beach that extended in front of the porch on her cottage.
They enjoyed the relative quiet of the private beach as they ate, with the muted beat of the music coming from the main part of the resort blending in with the waves crashing onto the beach. Kyle kept waiting for Drea to break the silence, but she simply sat there, chowing down on the potstickers like it was her last meal. When she finally held out the plate with the last potsticker on it, motioning for him to take it, he couldn’t help but let out a huge laugh.
“Oh, so now you share!”
“What? I am letting you have the last one. If I have ever done anything to let you know that you’re special to me, this is it,” she said, a bright smile on her face.
He leaned in and kissed her lightly, her smile never fading. “I do know how special it is that you’re sharing this last potsticker with me, and I am so very honored.” He took it off the plate, dipped it in the tangy brown sauce that accompanied it, and reached out toward Drea’s lip, motioning for her to open her mouth. “But I also wouldn’t dream of taking the last one from you.”
She opened her mouth and bit down on the potsticker, slowly pulling away, leaving half of it in his hand still. She chewed methodically, as if trying to tease him. Swallowing even more slowly than she chewed, Kyle couldn’t help but watch her throat, wondering if she’d always been this tempting when she ate. She leaned in for the last bite, which he gladly provided, this time her lips closing around his fingers, slowly sucking the last bit of potsticker into her mouth. He’d been sporting a semi ever since they got off the boat, but with her mouth on his fingers like that, his cock instantly grew harder than he thought possible.
“You’re killing me,” he said, through slightly gritted teeth, not wanting to let his lust take over. This night was about the two of them being together, figuring out what the new them looked like. As much as he wanted to take her right here, he didn’t want her to feel that he was only in this for the sex.
“What? Did I do something wrong? If you wanted the last one you should have said something, or just eaten it!” she exclaimed, looking horrified.
“Oh sweetness, what am I going to do with you?”
“Kiss me more?” She leaned in toward him, and he gladly obeyed.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d start to wonder if you weren’t just after my body,” Kyle joked.
“Well, I, um,” she muttered, her cheeks starting to blush.
“Hey, no secrets. We’ve never held back before, now would be a pretty bad time to start.”
“I was just going to comment that I may have spent a fair amount of time wondering what exactly you were packing in those board shorts of yours.”
He reached over, grabbing her arm, and pulled her into his lap, sending the last of the crackers flying all over the blanket. He situated her so her legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms circling her, his hands coming to rest on her lower back. He ground up into her core so she could feel exactly what he was packing, and just how much she had its attention. She reached up and looped her arms around his neck, clasping them so she could hold on. Leaning in for a couple of chaste kisses, he pulled back again and gazed into her eyes.
“Confession, I have spent a fair amount of time thinking about what was under your swimsuit too.”
“Really?”
“Really. Another confession: I should probably be ashamed to admit this, but I have spent plenty of nights jerking off to thoughts of you.”
“Confession,” she whispered, looking away from him. “That makes two of us.”
“Slow your roll there, sweetness. Are you telling me that cute, sweet, angelic Drea not only has a need for a spank bank, but that I’m in it? Well damn,” he exhaled. Just when he thought it was not possible for his cock to be any harder, she said things like that.
“Leona refers to it as the “rub tub,” but yeah…” she trailed off. “Sorry if that’s an overshare.”
“Not at all. I could go on for days about all the things I have dreamed of doing to you.” He pulled her in for a kiss, taking a moment for deepening it, sweeping her tongue with his. She whimpered, pushing her core against his erection. Her hands moved to his hair as they continued to kiss, slowly moving across his scalp in rhythm with his lips.
He moved his hands around to her sides, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it, inch by inch, until it required they break away from each other to pull it over her head. She looked down at her swimsuit, biting her bottom lip. Kyle released her shirt, throwing it off to the side somewhere, then returned his hands to her breasts.
“These babies, oh man. The endless hours I have thought about them.”
“What about them?” she asked shyly. He wasn’t sure where this side of Drea had come from, but he knew one thing, he needed to make it go away. He wanted his fun, confident Drea back.
“What haven’t I thought about? I’ve thought about touching them, squeezing them,” he answered, running his hands over them lightly. He ran his hands back down them, cupping a boob in each hand, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze. He reached around and unclipped the back of her bikini top, slipping it from her arms. His gaze fell to the two stunning orbs before him, sending his pulse into rapid-fire with excitement.
“These might be the most beautiful tits I have ever seen,” he muttered. “So much better than I imagined. Oh, have I ever imagined taking these nipples between my fingers, stroking them, loving them, tweaking them.” His actions followed his words, as he slowly ran his fingers over her pert nipples, letting them pebble under his touch. Taking each between his forefinger and thumb he pinched each one. Drea felt a bolt of lust shoot through her, and she moaned as he continued.
“More than anything, though,” he said, lowering his head, “I’v
e pictured myself burying my face in them. Getting lost in your cleavage, sucking on each nipple until you cried out my name and begged for my cock.” Just as he finished his words, he drew in her left nipple, sucking hard. She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips as he continued to suck, never letting up on playing with her right one either.
“Kyle,” she groaned.
“Yes, sweetness?” he said, from around her nipple.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
“Never, baby.” He briefly unlatched himself, but only long enough to switch sides, taking up his oral assault on her right side now. This was better than any of the one-handed sessions that he’d had through the years. Actually holding her, feeling her heat against his cock as he worshipped her glorious breasts was like nothing else. He could stay like this all night long.
She was rocking against him at a pretty good pace now, and he wasn't sure if he should reach down in between them and help push her over the edge. He wondered just how wet she was. If he reached into her bikini bottoms would he find that she was ready and wanting? He had to know.
He removed his hand from her left breast, and slowly traced his way down her body toward her pussy. She slowed her hips as he neared her suit line, waiting for him to breach the line. Slipping his hand down into her suit, his hand was quickly met with his answer. Her pussy was warm and slippery with her desire. His middle finger easily found her clit, ever so slightly sweeping across it, causing her to cry out.
“Kyle!” she breathed out heavily. “Take me inside. Please.”
Drea wasn’t entirely sure what fantasy planet she was on at the moment, but she was sure that she didn’t want to ever return from it. The feel of Kyle’s lips against hers, and all those things he was doing with his hands—she read about things like this in books, but she had been so sure that people didn't really experience these kinds of feelings.
Kyle pulled his mouth away from her nipple, returning his mouth to hers. He kissed her slowly, brushing his finger across her wet center again, resulting in her gasping into his kiss. Freeing his hand from her shorts, he shifted so that both his hands were under her butt, supporting her as he stood up. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she kissed him harder, pulling him close so her bare breasts brushed up against his shirt. Turning toward her cottage porch, he started to make his way to the gate.
“Wait,” she said, pulling away quickly. “The blanket!”
“I’ll come back for it later.”
“But what if my uncles see it? I don’t want to have to explain why my bikini top is just hanging out by itself.”
Kyle wanted to argue, but she made a good point. He didn’t want to give anyone any reason to come near the cottage right now. “It’ll require putting you down.”
She grumbled in response, but unhooked her legs and slid down his body. Running over to the blanket, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she moved, she folded up the blanket, not bothering to clear the food and plates off of it. Kyle took it from her, leaning down and kissing her.
“I enjoyed watching you do that way too much,” he said, a sly smile on his face. “Seriously Dre, your tits are a dream.”
She blushed, biting the corner of her bottom lip. She loved hearing him say that; it excited a part of her deep inside, a part of her that she really, really wanted to act on. Grabbing his hand, she turned and opened the gate to step up onto the porch. Another few steps and they were entering her living room via the French doors. Kyle dropped the blanket, dishes and all, as soon as they were inside and the door was closed. He picked Drea back up again and immediately returned to assaulting her nipples with his mouth.
Each swipe of his tongue sent a bolt of lust down her body, straight to her center. Her nipples were so sensitive and he seemed to know exactly what to do to them. She could feel her heartbeat thrum through her entire body and her sex pulsed with every beat. Arching her back, forcing her breasts closer to his mouth, she wiggled her hips against his, trying to find the friction she needed. Kyle laughed lightly as she did so, thrusting slightly into her gyration, teasing her.
“Trying to tell me something, sweetness?” he asked, his eyes dark with need.
“Bedroom,” she growled.
“As you wish.” He kissed her, lightly at first, then harder as he started to make his way to the bedroom. He covered the small cottage in just a few steps, kissing his way down her neck and across her clavicle. Thankful the door was already open, he stepped inside and closed the door with his foot. When he reached the bed, he laid her down slowly, leaning over her.
“Lights?” he asked.
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
“This is about you, sweetness. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“How about the little lamp on the nightstand? So it’s not too bright, but I can still see you.”
He reached over and turned the switch on the lamp. A low, soft light illuminated their faces but not much else. He nudged her over making room for him to join her on the bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she answered, smiling. Reaching back out for him, pulling him back in for a kiss, she let her hands wander up his shirt, feeling all his hard muscles underneath. “This needs to come off.”
Without any hesitation he sat up enough to pull off his shirt and rolled over and rested on his hands so he hovered over her. She reached up, gliding her hands across his pecs and down his abs. She reached for the hem of his board shorts, pulling at the drawstring.
“Ladies first,” he said, sitting back on his haunches, pulling off her bikini bottoms, revealing her smooth, completely bare mound. “Oh, fuck,” he exhaled.
“What?”
“You’re bare.”
“I wear a swimsuit all day, waxing is just easiest.”
“I don’t care about the reason,” he answered, still staring at her sex. “But it’s a fucking dream come true.”
He ran his hand up the inside of her right thigh, before running it back down her left. She shivered at his touch, waiting for him to move closer to where she wanted him. He cupped her center and ran his palm down it, coating his whole hand with her wetness. She groaned as he made contact, shifting herself trying to find his hand again. She felt as if she would explode if he didn’t touch her soon. Spreading his fingers, he rubbed up and down her folds, creating a V around her clit. When he finally made the contact she needed, she whimpered every time he hit the sensitive little nub, fueling him on.
When she felt him slide two fingers inside her, she bucked her hips. He leaned over her and started sucking on her nipples again, heightening everything she felt tenfold. She could feel the start of an orgasm forming in her belly and she couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Was she really going to come at the hands of someone other than herself? Continuing to stroke her inside and out, Kyle’s thumb found her clit again and that was all Drea needed to be pushed over the edge.
She cried out, louder than she intended. But she didn’t care who could hear her as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had rolled through her entire body. She could feel it from the top of her head all the way down to the tip of her curled-up toes. It was all she could do to continue to breathe through this all-consuming feeling.
When she finally came back to earth, she opened her eyes to find Kyle gazing at her with a sly, but proud smile on his face. She sat up and found his lips, kissing him as hard as she could. She was still so turned on from what he had just done to her, she needed to feel him, now.
Fumbling with the waist of his shorts again, not wanting to break the kiss, Drea finally got the drawstring loose. Kyle stood up, quickly dropping his shorts, his hard dick now on full display. Drea’s eyes widened as she took in the impressive shaft in front of her. She had figured out that he had to be well-endowed based on what she had felt through his suit, but nothing could have prepared her for the beast she was staring at now. Reaching out for it as he stepped closer, she gently wra
pped her hand around it, impressed to find that her fingertips barely touched. Slowly stroking up and down, she was mesmerized; none of the other guys she’d been with had anything near this impressive below the belt. Just how he was going to feel inside her was all she could think about.
“Oh shit,” she muttered, looking up at him. “I don’t have condoms.”
Kyle smirked at her and picked up his shorts from the floor, reaching into the pocket, pulling out two little foil packets.
She quirked her brow at him. “Just walking around with those in your pocket there, cowboy?”
He climbed back on her bed and pulled her close, kissing her softly. “I ‘borrowed’ them from Dalton’s stash on the boat. I wasn’t expecting anything, but didn’t want to be caught empty-handed either. I figured I could put them back if they had gone unused.”
She laughed, grabbing one of the packets from his hands. “Can I put it on you? I’ve never put one on before.”
“Be my guest, beautiful.”
She took his cock in hand again, softly stroking up and down a few times before trying to rip open the condom wrapper. Kyle pulled it from her hand and ripped it open with his teeth, handing her the open wrapper. Slowly rolling it down his cock only excited her more, and she could feel herself getting wetter as she went. Once it was finally on, she looked back up at him. His gaze was glued to her hand on his length, his breathing heavy with desire.
She scooted back on the bed, allowing him to climb back on, positioning his body between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her opening. He placed a hand on either side of her upper body and leaned down into her, giving her a kiss before pressing his forehead to hers.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey back,” she whispered in response. She looked deep into his eyes, which were dark with emotion and lust. She hoped hers radiated the same back to him, as her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She shifted below him, trying to angle herself so his dick would break the barrier at which it hovered.
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