Making Waves

by Juliet Chastain

  Holding my waist, Kai stood steady, the waves rushing over his head as he lifted me above the swirling water, and then down again when the wave had passed, my breasts slip-sliding deliciously along his chest.

  “You are beautiful,” he said and kissed me. His lips were salty.

  He raised me up and took a nipple between his lips and sucked, ignoring the waves that came swooshing over his head—and my breasts—and then receded, revealing them again.

  He released that nipple, kissed and licked the other, and finally took it in his mouth and sucked. Exquisite sensation filled my breasts, my chest, as desire shot directly to my pussy and then bloomed upward again, engulfing my entire body while the ocean swirled and pounded. My breasts, my pussy, my very being quivered with need as I hovered on the very edge of orgasm. When it came at last, I screamed as I flew apart.

  He kissed my face, my eyes, my cheeks and my neck, my ears, jumping now to keep our heads above the waves. I laughed with sheer joy.

  We stayed in the water, holding each other, jumping the waves or ducking beneath them and laughing and sharing briny kisses above the water and below. I was getting cold, but having too much fun to pay attention to that.

  Finally he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside, get you into a nice hot shower.” He kissed my nose and grinned. “And a nice warm bed—there’s a whole lot more I’d like to do with you. A whole lot more. Your place or mine?”

  Maybe I had died and gone to heaven after all.

  “Which is closer?” I said.

  “Yours.”

  “There, then.”

  Arm in arm, we came out of the water and walked naked up the beach.

  ****

  Silently, with our arms around each other, we approached the crossover to the motel. We stopped and pulled on our wet and sandy clothes.

  Thank heaven the key to my unit, which might easily have fallen out of the pocket of my skirt, was miraculously still there. I unlocked the door.

  I’ve wanted men before—wanted sex badly, even desperately—but did I ever want it like I did now? Was I ever so filled with desire for a man the way I was for Kai? No, never. Best to make the most of it. I am leaving the day after tomorrow.

  We kicked off our flip-flops and peeled off our soggy clothes by the door. I didn’t care that the room was a mess. And I didn’t care that I was naked. I was no longer self-conscious. The way Kai looked at me, caressing me with his eyes, made me feel beautiful, desirable, and joyously sexual. When he pulled the little condom packet from his shorts’ pocket, I knew yet more pleasure lay ahead. I took it from him and tossed it onto the bed as we walked past it to the bathroom.

  We turned on the water and climbed into the hot shower.

  First, we simply stood, embracing under the hot stream. Then we stepped away from it. Kai picked up the soap, lathered up his hands, and slowly caressed my shoulders, my sides, my arms. He reached behind me and lathered my back, my ass. Sexy as hell and yet loving at the same time. He leaned back slightly and soaped my breasts, his hands sliding smoothly, thrillingly around them. I ran my hands across his broad chest, his arms. His skin was smooth, the muscle beneath it solid.

  I pushed my soapy self up against him and wiggled side to side. Mmm, delightfully slippery and sexy as hell.

  He began rubbing my pussy, sliding his hand around the mound, everything slip-sliding from the soap. In return, I slid my hands over his flat, firm belly and down through the blond curls, luxuriating in the feel of him. Then I gently ran my hand up the length of his erect cock. If I had thought his body was hard, his cock was harder. And big. I shivered. Lucky girl, I am such a lucky girl. This was turning out to be the best vacation I’d ever had in my entire life.

  His hands were on my breasts again, alternately squeezing and caressing. Oh this is all so nice, so…luscious…

  I slowly ran my soapy hand up and down the magnificent length of him with a little more pressure. Groaning, he threw his head back. As I stroked him with one hand, I ran my fingers over his balls and around them. They were heavy—and rough—in comparison to the erect, silky smoothness of his cock. He groaned louder. I grinned, pleased with myself. Overwhelmingly, I wanted to take him in my mouth. I pushed him—both of us—under the shower. The steamy water, pounding nosily down on us, rinsed the soap away.

  A second before I fell to my knees, Kai was on his. With his arms around my waist. He ran his tongue tantalizingly all around my slit. I brought one leg over his shoulder. He licked my clit. Was that me groaning? Yes. And sighing in between groans. With one arm braced on the shower wall, I placed the other hand on his head, ran my fingers through the gold hair, dark now from the water.

  Thought and rationality deserted me as pure, voluptuous sensation took over. The pleasure of the shower beating hotly down on me was subsumed into the excruciating sweetness rising from my clit as Kai flicked his tongue back and forth. The sensation of his face pressing against me didn’t hurt, either.

  When he sucked, the intense, thrilling pleasure swept up my body, enveloping me, overwhelming me. Someone was crying out—me—and I exploded.

  I’d hardly coalesced when he pushed himself farther underneath me and slid his tongue inside of me, setting fire to me again. And oh! He was pushing his palm on my ass, right on my anus. I’m not into that anal kind of stuff, even if it is just pressure on the outside. I’m not that kind of girl. He ran his thumb around my puckered hole and pressed again. Oh, it feels so… The fire burned hotter and hotter, sensations melding, mixing in a way I’d never experienced.

  “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, don’t…” Off I flew, a million bits of me into the wild blue yonder.

  Back on Earth, we stood under the spray, Kai’s strong arms holding me. His tongue, which had just been inside me, slipped between my lips, and I sagged against him.

  ****

  I tossed a towel to Kai and pulled my own off the rack. He put his around his shoulders and took mine from me and dried my face and rubbed my hair.

  “You are so delicious.” He smiled. “I mean that both literally as well as figuratively.”

  Yes, I had to be in heaven. The perfect lover.

  He licked the water off my breasts while he held the towel so it covered my back, keeping me warm. He swirled his tongue around one nipple and then the other. “I feel like I’ll never have enough of you. But maybe we should save some for your bed.”

  How did I get so lucky?

  We dried each other. For an instant, I wanted to cover myself, aware again that my body with all its faults was completely exposed. I glanced up at Kai who met my gaze and smiled.

  “You are lovely,” he murmured, and my self-consciousness melted away. I took his hand and led him to the bed. Thank goodness I hadn’t covered it with clothes when I’d tried on everything earlier.

  I sat on the bed and pulled him closer. I carefully tore open the little package and carefully rolled the condom over his velvety hardness as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  I climbed onto the bed and turned to see Kai standing at the edge, his huge cock standing at attention. He looked at me, head tilted, eyebrows raised. On my hands and knees, I backed up to him. He pulled me closer as he pushed his cock deep into me and deeper still, stretching, heating my very center.

  I cried out as the intense sensation flared, hot and sweet, filling my pussy’s every crease and crevice. The heat, the pleasure, grew stronger with every stroke, the sensation building, spreading down to my toes and up to the top of my head until I thought I could not stand it one more instant. He never stopped, thrusting deep within my wet core. The pleasure grew and blossomed and spread more and more intensely through my whole body. I was almost in agony when Kai cried out.

  “Natalie!” And again, “Natalie!” As I felt his release, I was overcome with powerful spasms which shook my very heart and soul. I heard myself screaming.

  ****

  The morning sun, peeking between the curtains, woke me up. I found myself enclos
ed in a hug, a warm body pressed along the length of my back, a hand cradling one breast, and a cock pushing gently against my derrière. I thought about Kai calling my name while he was coming and marveled at it. Let’s face it, saying names in moments of passion can be a risky business. It’s probably best avoided because it’s too easy to blurt out the wrong name, like the name of your previous lover even though you are perfectly aware that the person you are having sex with is not the person whose name is passing your lips.

  I gently disentangled myself and rolled over. The blond Adonis beside me stirred, opened his blue eyes, and smiled.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi.” He snaked his arms around me and pulled me close to him. My cheek lay on his shoulder, my breasts were squashed by his chest.

  “Mmm,” he said. “You feel so good.”

  “I do, indeed.” I laughed. “I feel absolutely wonderful!” Truth is, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt this good.

  He laughed. His cock stirred against my leg.

  “Would you like breakfast?” I asked, stretching.

  “I’d like delectable you for breakfast.” He kissed the top of my head.

  “And I’d like you. Ladies first.” I pushed the blankets and sheet out of the way, straddled his chest and bent and kissed his lips. Would I ever get enough of kissing Kai?

  “I am going to kiss your cock,” I said, eyeing him wickedly. “And then I’ll lick it. And then I’m going to take it in my mouth.”

  He groaned and with obvious difficulty he said, “Sounds, um, delightful.”

  I kissed and nipped my way down his neck, his chest, his belly, loving every inch of his smooth, still faintly salty skin. Finally, I knelt between his legs. I licked off the bit of moisture that glistened at the tip of his cock. I kissed where my tongue had been. I looked up and saw him watching me intently, his expression serious.

  Slowly, sensuously, I trailed my tongue up and down the throbbing length of him, satin over steel. Then I took the head between my lips and moved my mouth up and down. I heard him groan, which made my desire turn from gently demanding ache to desperate need.

  I brought him a little deeper into my mouth and then slid back to the tip and then deeper still. I could hear his intake of breath every time I went down on him a little farther. I sucked a little faster, up and down, letting my tongue swirl around him. My own violent desire almost overcame me. I wanted—I desperately needed him to come inside me, but I wanted just as powerfully to give him this. I heard myself moaning softly.

  Kai pulled me up and kissed me fiercely. “I wanted to come that way,” he said, his voice tight, “but I want to come inside you even more.”

  Yes, the man was perfect.

  I climbed onto him, slowly lowering myself onto his erection, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled inch by inch until my pussy was totally stretched with Kai’s cock. I began to rock up and down, exulting in the feel of him, the way he looked at me, his hands on my breasts. My whole body alight, I was engulfed in a mix of exquisite sensation and frenzied desire.

  We became ruthless in our raw, savage need, Kai holding my waist now helped me, ramming me down and up and then down again. I could feel it coming, my orgasm, the sweet fire consuming my pussy, leaping upward and out. I heard a roaring in my ears like the sound of a train speeding down the track. It struck us both at the same time, and Kai shouted incoherently while I flew apart. Someone screamed. That would have been me.

  ****

  I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Could Kai have made us breakfast while I slept? I opened my eyes. There he was in the kitchenette, and a pretty sight in his blue shorts and nothing else.

  “Hey,” I said, “Aren’t I supposed to do that, seeing it’s my place?”

  He smiled. “You can put the bread in the toaster.” He tossed his golden curls in the direction of a loaf of bread.

  “Okay.” I yawned and sat up. That’s when it occurred to me. “Wait a minute. I didn’t have any bacon or eggs in here.”

  “I know.” He grinned. “I went down to the convenience store and picked some up. Over easy suit you?”

  I nodded. Okay. The guy was perfect. No way heaven could improve on this.

  I admit I scarfed down the perfect eggs in a most unladylike manner, and I ate more than my share of the bacon. What’s a girl to do after a night like I’d just had?

  Kai laughed and slid another piece of bacon onto my plate.

  “I love to see a beautiful woman enjoying my cooking.” He leaned across the table and kissed the tip of my nose.

  I would have said I loved having a handsome man cook for me, but my mouth was full.

  When we finished, he pulled on his T-shirt, slipped his feet into his flip-flops, and strode to the door where he turned, came back, and took me in his arms.

  “This was chocka,” he said, smiling down at me. I must have looked puzzled because he said, “Awesome. Bitchin’.”

  His mouth was on mine again. The moist heat started right up between my legs. Oh God, if he doesn’t leave fast, I will want more, and I can hardly walk as it is.

  He was shaking his head. “The effect you have on me,” he said. “I think I could spend the rest of my life making love with you.”

  “Maybe you’d want to take a break when the surf is, er, bitchin’.”

  He laughed. “But nothing more than that.”

  “Occasional bacon and eggs.”

  “Okay. That, too.”

  “It’s been wonderful,” I said. This time he made it out the door, and I watched as he ran down to the beach.

  I closed the door. “What a wonderful man,” I said softly, “Who knew sex could be that awesome? That…chocka.”

  I sighed. We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, so I probably wouldn’t see him again.

  “It was the planet’s finest one night stand,” I told myself fiercely. “Bitchin’.” I crawled back into bed.

  The next thing I knew, someone was knocking loudly on the door to my room. I had no idea what time it was, or for that matter, what day. Drowsily I stretched before staggering to my feet. I pulled on a robe as the bell rang again.

  I opened the door and was greeted by an enormous flower arrangement. Hundreds of roses, freesias, lisianthus, gerbera daisies, lilies, and other flowers I didn’t recognize, all in shades of pink and cream and lavender and soft yellow. A pair of skinny legs seemed to stick out the bottom.

  “Delivery for Natalie Michaels,” said a reedy voice, and the owner of the legs, a young man who’d been quite hidden by the flowers, peeked around the side. “Where should I put it?”

  Stunned, I pointed wordlessly at the table.

  Very carefully, the skinny man placed it there. “There’s a note with it,” he said. “And I’ve been tipped plenty already.” Before he walked out the door, he said, “You must be some special lady. That’s the biggest arrangement we ever made—took us half the day.”

  In shock, I stood and admired it. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. I stepped forward and plucked the little white envelope from the bouquet and tore it open.

  “A bodacious evening. And night. And morning. Could we meet once more? This evening by the water at five? I would very much like to see you again.”

  I held the little missive to my breast. Don’t get all mushy. This is so great. We’ll have a two-night stand, I’ll have a bitchin’ time, and then I’m back the city and my real life.

  “And damn, after this I’m done with putting up with creeps and losers,” I told myself. “If a man like Kai thinks I’m hot…well, maybe I am.”

  Absurdly, I pulled a rose from the bouquet and put it behind my ear. I strutted into the bathroom and studied my reflection, turning myself this way and that and letting my robe slip down my shoulders.

  “Not bad.” I grinned. “Not bad at all. Bitchin’. Bodacious.” I laughed with pleasure. “Getting properly laid does me a world of good.” And the affection and caring don’t hurt either—or the flowers.

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bsp; I wandered into the kitchen hoping there might be some leftover bacon.

  “Oh my God!” The clock on the microwave said four thirty-five.

  I ran into the bathroom and took the world’s fastest shower. No time for makeup, I chose the less dingy-looking of the two clean panties, swore that I would never again put whites with colored items in the laundry, and dragged on my cut-off jeans.

  Debated the bra—ah yes the turquoise one was stiff with salt and still a little damp while the pretty white one had sand embedded uncomfortably in the lace. There was nothing for it but to wear the boring white one. Oops it showed faintly through my thin white blouse. Well, maybe that was sexy. I grabbed the key, stuck it in my pocket, and ran out the door and down to the beach.

  I hurried along the water’s edge toward the place where I’d met Kai before, the sand yielding deliciously beneath my bare feet, the soft ocean breeze ruffling my hair.

  And there he was in blue shorts and a bright Hawaiian shirt, running down the steps to the beach, turning in my direction. He waved and ran toward me, the water splashing around his legs.

  My heart leaped around in my chest and happiness washed over me like a warm wave. I rushed toward him. He swept me up in his arms, clear off my feet and whirled around and around, both of us laughing madly.

  “I couldn’t wait to see you again,” he said and set me back on the sand. He kissed me, and I swore I could feel his longing for me in that kiss.

  We stood still, holding each other as close as humanly possible and kissing, the water coming up and swirling coolly around our ankles and then retreating, the roar of the ocean almost obliterated by the pounding of my heart. Had I ever been this happy? Had I ever felt so right with the world? In a word…no.

  The sex I’d had with this man was way more than the best ever. I’d felt appreciated, admired, and sexy as hell.