I stepped close to him, put my arms around him, and lay my cheek on his chest. He slipped one arm around me and with his other hand, he stroked my hair.
“One more secret,” he said. I tensed and would have stepped away, but he held me tight. “I know it sounds absurd because we’ve only known each other for a couple of days, but I am going to miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Kai.”
“The time we’ve had together has been totally bodacious.”
“It’s been amazing.” I felt tears prickling my eyes.
“I could come to New York during Christmas vacation, if you’d like.”
I laughed. “And I could come to the beach for spring break.” His strong, warm arms wrapped around me.
“Do what we want when the time comes.”
I smiled up at him. “Let’s go back to bed.”
****
Kai sat on the edge of the bed in my room and held his arms open for me. I stepped between his thighs and into his warm embrace. He held me tight, one cheek leaning on my chest while I ruffled his blond curls.
“Such a bummer that you have to leave so soon,” he murmured.
“Totally.” I sighed.
But it wasn’t, really. Not totally. Yeah, a couple more days of fabulous sex would have been incredibly great, but I was also okay with going back to my real life. I saw myself so differently now. Kai had made me feel like a beautiful, sexy woman. A woman who deserved to be treated well in bed—and yes, out of bed, too. And I was determined to keep that feeling. No way would I let myself forget that I was a grown-up woman who didn’t need a twenty-year-old’s body to be attractive. Bitchin’! Bodacious!
Kai’s head came up and he stopped embracing me although his thighs held me there. He began unbuttoning my shirt. He pushed it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. My nipples pushed against the cups of my unsexy bra, but that didn’t seem to discourage him in the least. He licked my nipples—first one and then the other through the thin fabric.
He leaned back and studied them. “Mmm, sexy,” he said.
I peeked down. The bra had become transparent around my nipples where Kai’s licking had made it wet. This bra wasn’t so bad after all.
He brought his mouth back to a nipple and sucked it while he rolled and tweaked the other. My own sharp intake of breath was followed by my languorous sigh of pleasure.
He reached behind me, undid the bra. He lowered it slowly, millimeter by millimeter, as I caressed his shoulders. When he’d revealed my erect nipples, he murmured, “Lovely.” He pushed the straps down my arms until the garment fell to the floor.
He stroked my breasts as though they were the most precious things in the entire universe. His gaze met mine, and his eyes seemed to glow with passion. He became almost brutal, squeezing roughly, rolling the nipples between his fingers so hard it bordered on painful.
Desire roared up in me so fiercely, I cried out. He took one nipple between his lips and sucked hard until I was on the very verge of an orgasm. He let go and grinned at me wickedly when I gave a groan of frustration. He brought his lips to the other while he manhandled the first and I found myself taking off like a rocket.
I came back to Earth to find Kai undoing my jean shorts, pushing them down. A little unsteady on my feet and holding on to his shoulders, I stepped out of them. He trailed his fingers up my legs and then around my hips just inside the elastic waistband of my white cotton panties. He pushed them down to my pubic bone. He kissed my belly.
Still seated, he bent and pushed the panties down to the floor and I stepped out of them.
“Natalie.” How I loved hearing my name on his lips. “Undo the button on my shorts.”
I did.
“Now open the fly.” I did. He wore no underwear.
“Push them down.” He stood, and I pushed them down. His erect cock sprang free.
He stepped out of the shorts and crouching, held me so his cock nestled against my pussy.
We each leaned back a little and gazed at each other, smiling with the pleasure of what we were doing, with the joy of being together, the sweetness of our intimacy.
“Mmm,” I said.
“Uh huh,” he replied.
I unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt and pushed it off his shoulders and down his powerful arms.
I sank to my knees before his erect cock. Starting at its root, I ran my tongue up to the tip and then back again. I returned to the tip, which I slowly sucked into my mouth and then drew in the rest of him, taking him as deep as I could. He groaned.
I pulled back to the tip and then sucked him in again. Kai’s hands tangled in my hair. I reversed the motion, sliding up and down the length of him, the sound of his groaning with pleasure making me hot. I dug my nails into his ass as I moved a little faster. I could feel him becoming harder and decided I wanted to come with him inside my pussy.
I stood, took his head between my hands, and kissed him deeply.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Natalie.” My name on his lips sent shivers of delicious anticipation down my spine. “Lie down on the bed.”
Obediently, I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my back. Kai slipped on a condom. He knelt between my legs and put them against his chest. He smiled at me as he began to enter me. I was overwhelmed with a new-to-me mix of pure desire, and the incredible, sumptuous sensation of Kai filling me, uncomplicated by self-consciousness.
“Natalie, you feel incredible.” I thought I might come from the way he said my name while waves of fierce delight rose from my pussy into my belly.
I could feel him filling me more and more and yet more. Every millimeter he penetrated deeper felt even better than the last. When he was in all the way, he sighed and began to rock back and forth, holding onto my hips.
“Baby, you feel so good.” His voice sounded half strangled. And I exploded, crying out with the excruciating sweetness of release.
“You feel so tight,” he groaned, “Oh Natalie, you feel so awesome around me.” He paused, stroked my face, his tender gaze holding mine. Grasping my hips, he began the merciless thrusting again.
As he pounded into me, the sensations grew. My bottom, my whole pelvic floor, my breasts, my whole body—luscious…amazing…and yet I craved more, more.
Was it possible? He seemed to fill me almost beyond bearing. I could hear his breath becoming rougher as he thrust into me frenziedly, faster and faster, back and forth, in and out. I didn’t know I could bear so much pleasure… I exploded to the sound of Kai shouting my name.
****
The next morning, I packed my suitcase quickly. Kai sat watching me, his hair tousled, wearing nothing but his blue shorts, the dim light illuminating the muscles in his back and arms.
It would be great if he came up to New York, or I flew down to the beach during school break. And if that didn’t happen, I would be okay with that, too. But I’d never stop being grateful to my chocka surfer dude not just for the world’s best sex, but for making me know that I am one hot, beautiful, desirable woman.
I zipped up the suitcase, sashayed into the shower, and turned the water on. There was a tap on the door. Kai stuck his head in, “May I join you?” He was grinning.
Then I began to laugh and Kai joined me. We laughed for pure, unmitigated joy as we stepped right under the shower. We kissed with the water pouring onto our heads and sluicing over our entwined bodies. Bodacious.
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