Drunk on You

by Ember Flint

  In the circle of his arms, with my head resting over one of his massive tattooed pectorals and his large hands possessively splayed on me, one on my outer thigh and the other on my bottom, I feel perfectly safe and the only thing I can do, is smile to myself in the darkness as the warm sand tickles my naked back and the ocean’s waves whoosh back and forth over the nearby shore.

  Still, this is utterly crazy.

  I didn’t even know Damon existed before tonight and here we are now.

  I’ve just had sex with a man I don’t know, out in the open and with no protection.

  From virgin to vixen in sixty seconds.

  I didn’t know I had it in me.

  Only this afternoon, a romantic encounter with a sexy tattooed giant stranger was the farthest thing from my mind as I got ready for the party with my friends and now here I am, my heart in the fuzzy clutches of feelings I’ve never known before.

  If someone had suggested that I would give away without a single thought something I’ve guarded all these years in the space of one night with this man, without even knowing his last name, I would have laughed them out of the room, but I did do it and I can’t find it in myself to regret this night, no matter what.

  A dreamy night like this is just the thing for which I sent any previous guy who tried to get into my pants packing after all.

  I didn’t want to lose my virginity without feelings and I haven’t: if anything, there are too many feelings, too many emotions to count, running through my heart and mind right now.

  My eyes slowly get used to the darkness and as the rain starts to let up, I study the sleeping man at my side.

  The huge, muscular and naked —let’s not forget that not so small detail— man sleeping at my side.

  The smile on my lips stretches bigger when I see his nose twice as more drops of rain fall on his beautiful face.

  And when I say, beautiful face, I don’t use the word lightly: this guy is as gorgeous as he is humongous, the very definition of dark, freaking gigantic and handsome and so manly, that my ovaries broke out into a Disney Princess song —minus the little birds— when I first saw him.

  He is built like a brick wall and solid all over, his body all hard lines and grooved muscles, his skin is not tanned like mine —he told me he just got here from New York so the sun of the Keys still hasn’t had time to work on him— and his upper body is covered in dark ink I could spend hours licking.

  I didn’t even know men came in this size and, more importantly, I didn’t know what being near one would do to me.

  I guess I have a ‘type’ or maybe it’s just Damon that can turn me into Jell-O with a single heated look.

  I look down at my feet, barely reaching his knees and I giggle.

  He must be roughly 6.3 to my measly —at least in height— 5.2.

  I’m the definition of short, but I’m by no means tiny. I’ve always being curvy and soft all over, a big girl through and through and I’ve never had a problem with my size. I love my body even though my breasts can be a pain when shopping for a top, unless I want to spend my days with men panting after them, but even being confident and comfortable in my skin, I’ve never felt this sexy, feminine and small in my life, never thought a man could desire me as much as Damon has showed me tonight.

  And my feelings for him are just as amazing.

  I mean, I can appreciate a hot-looking guy as much as the next hetero or bi person with eyes, sure, I was a virgin up until circa an hour ago, but I haven’t spent my life under a rock, despite my brother’s attempts to keep me safe under one, yet I’ve never felt such an enthralling passion for a man before.

  One moment staring up into his warm hazel eyes, and my panties turned damp, one word out of his kissable mouth in that sexy deep baritone of his, and the dampness turned into a puddle, a whiff of his manly scent, and I started to wish I wasn’t wearing any panties at all and, finally, one soul-burning, heart-shaking, head-spinning touch of his lips, and they practically melted off my body.

  And it’s not just his good looks even, this thing whatever it is, runs deeper.

  One look, one touch and I knew I was in the presence of someone that could alter my life completely with a single word.

  My soul vibrates like a singing crystal around him, I can feel the echo of his own essence pass through me and resonate inside of me every time we touch.

  I don’t know what it means and even if I did, maybe it wouldn’t be prudent to go there, since I know next to nothing about him and we didn’t exactly made plans for the future before jumping each other’s bones, but I can tell it means something big.

  Damon throws one leg and one arm over my body, grunting awake.

  “Hey, little doll,” he mumbles on my neck in a sleep-heavy voice, making my skin tingle and burn.

  I smile into his chest, breathing in the scent of our passion, still sticking to his warm skin and now mixed with the salt of the ocean and the smell of the rain.

  I love that he has such a cute nickname for me. It makes me feel… cherished.

  “Hi,” I whisper, looking up into his eyes, my cheeks heating up under his sexy gaze.

  “We dozed off,” I say, to break the silence and he smiles.

  I feel something jerk against my leg and I gasp when I realize the small but decided movements are coming from his no longer in repose large erection as it hardens to an upright position.

  The rumble of his chuckle starts a thrumming in my core and I feel a full-body blush spread over my skin as Damon rolls on top of me, his lips immediately falling onto mine in a hungry, hot kiss.

  Damon breaks the kiss, throwing my thighs on either side of his waist.

  “Damn, Ellie. I want to fuck you again, fuck you hard so… so badly, baby,” he groans urgently on my breast before his lips close around my areola, making me whimper and arch into his hard, unyielding frame.

  “Damon…”

  He cradles me even closer, his now fully erect cock sliding through my swollen lower lips.

  “I should leave you alone… you’re probably still sore,” he murmurs on my hard nipple.

  I am sore, yes, but not enough to say goodbye to this night yet.

  I kiss his smooth angular jaw, sliding my hands up his sides and to his large shoulders. “I’m okay.”

  He kisses all over my face. “Are you sure?”

  I nod, looking into his dark, intense eyes.

  I shiver. I can feel that his warm, sticky seed that trickled down the inside of my thighs, has started to dry and also the rain has plastered wet sand all over our bodies, so I’m beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.

  I stiffen and he immediately stops, cupping my face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  My nose scrunches up a little. “We’re all messy and dusty…”

  He sighs, nodding. “Yeah… and muddy. How come we’re so wet? Was it raining?”

  I smile up at him. “For a bit. You slept through it…”

  “I’m not surprised: I’m hard to wake up most of the times, you’ll see.”

  The simple, but sure way he just implied this thing actually has a future warms my heart and now I no longer care about the sand sticking to us or how uncomfortable I feel, I just want him inside of me.

  “Damon? Make love to me again,” I whisper, dropping my eyes on his chest, even if I know he can’t really tell I’m blushing.

  I feel the caress of his thumb on my cheek and lower lip. “Ellie…”

  His lips once more fall on mine and I feel his thick hardness press into my wet folds, his hands grasping my ass and then just as I brace myself for his penetration, he stops and raises to his knees, bringing me with him.

  “Hold on, baby,” he commands and I fasten my legs around his hips as he stands up.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, giggling.

  “For a swim,” he tells me and I shake my head.

  “You’re crazy!”

  He shrugs, stridi
ng toward the shore. “Why? There’s enough light and there’s no one around. I want to fuck just as much as you do, baby, but there’s sand on my cock, I don’t want you to get an infection or something, besides I’m not a fan of having sand in the crack of my ass, I’m from New York for fuck’s sake! It itches like a motherfucker…”

  “Oh you’re so romantic, Damon! You say the most wonderful things!”

  He glares at me and I laugh until I can’t breathe as he stomps toward the shore.

  Still, I might tease, but I know he really is sweet to worry for me, I’ve got enough girlfriends who jumped the hurdle leaving me and Cali behind and being from around here they are no strangers to making love on the beach with their boyfriends and they overshare, so I’ve heard plenty of tales and not one of them ever mentioned their man even thinking of such a thing.

  I love that he can be so thoughtful, but right now he’s about to turn us into potential snacks for the sharks.

  So not pretty.

  I tap his shoulder to make him stop. “Damon, stop!”

  “What?”

  “Seriously listen to me: Nurse sharks come near the shore after dark, don’t even think of dragging me there, city boy!”

  “Fucking hell! –his dark eyes grow large– I think your sweet little untouched pussy broke my brain…”

  The words aren’t completely out of his mouth, before he is throwing me over his shoulder and running in the opposite direction like a shot as I laugh my ass off.

  “Where are you running off to now? Put me down! You crazy man!”

  “Over there,” he points to one of the infinity pools closer to the beach.

  “What if someone sees us, there’s so much more light here! Damon!”

  He ignores me and lowers us into the pool until just our heads are above the surface and I squeal. He gives me a look and then shakes his head. “You really think I would risk someone taking a glimpse of you naked, baby? Think again.”

  I shrug. I guess I can believe him. I may only have known him one evening, but I’ve learned that aside from bossy and stubborn as hell, for some mysterious reason, he’s pretty possessive and protective of me.

  We hold each other as we gently float in the dark waters, timid stars now starting to shine above us and reflecting on the ripples of the black waves, creating liquid golden dunes of light amongst them.

  Damon, clutches me tighter to his body and I feel him shiver.

  “Fuck! It’s cold!”

  I smile up at him.

  “Sometimes temperatures can drop a bit even around here when it rains, especially when it’s this late and windy.”

  He grumbles a chosen string of pretty four-letters words, making me laugh.

  “This is so not going as I pictured,” he says and huffs, looking very put out.

  “Why?” I kiss his chin, linking my arms behind his neck as I pull slightly away to look at him.

  Damon gently swings me from side to side, his hands moving over my body as he sweeps the residual mud from my skin.

  “Well, I figured, we could get cleaned up and fuck right here, but damn… I can’t feel my cock, the water is so cold!”

  I laugh again, my tummy clenching almost painfully.

  “So what do we do now?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Clean up very fast and get the fuck out of here,” he says, kissing me hard.

  “Sounds like a plan, oh master, in any case is better than your original idea that was about to turn us into shark’s kibble,” I tease.

  He glowers down at me as he steps out of the pool, still keeping me pressed against him.

  “For that, little doll, I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out, spank your little ass until you come awake again and then do it over and over until you beg me to stop.”

  I grin down at him, shrugging as he slides me down the length of his hard body until my wet feet once more touch the sand.

  “I can think of worse punishments…”

  Damon’s inked fingers shoot out to grab me, but I sidestep him and run away, giggling.

  His long legs give him an advantage though, and in mere seconds I’m once more over his shoulder.

  “Let me go, you caveman!”

  I feel one of his large hands come down on both cheeks of my ass and I squeal, kicking my legs. “Stop it!”

  “Only if you start to behave!”

  He puts me down when we reach our previous spot and then he spreads our clothes to make a small nest for us.

  “There, nice and comfy! Now we can fuck.”

  I shake my head, giggling. “You certainly have got a one-track mind, mister.”

  “I do, baby, but only with you.”

  He looks me up and down with hunger in his eyes, making my naked, wet body shiver in anticipation.

  Before I know what hit me, I’m on my back again, my legs are spread and climbing over the ridges of his hard hips and his large stiff erection is poking me where I feel the most, turning my nipples into little bullets of desire as he covers them with frantic open-mouthed kisses that make my heart jump in my throat and my pussy get hotter and wetter.

  He starts to rub his hard cock against my clit, making my walls ache and clench onto nothingness and then lowers the tip to my slit, slowly stretching me open for him.

  My rational brain whispers to me that I should ask him to stop, that no matter how much I want this, him, we shouldn’t be making love again without him at least suiting up first, but I can’t bring myself to say anything.

  But I know I should. In fact, I’m going to, in a minute. I’ll tell him that we have to—

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to cum inside you, baby,” Damon grunts as he nibbles on my throat, making my back bow off our makeshift pallet.

  “Oh God!” I shout, gripping his shoulders tight as I feel him thrust inside of me all the way to the hilt in a long, hard stroke.

  “You okay, little doll?” he asks, his voice all husky and sounding as if he’s in pain.

  I nod eagerly. “Yes, yes… please move, please… don’t make me wait.”

  “In a minute, sweetheart. Your sweet pussy is still clutching me too tight for me to— ugh… fuck!”

  His hands go around me and cup my ass again as he angles me more and pushes even closer to me and my eyes widen when I feel more of his length slide into me. I figured he was all in, damn.

  I close my eyes, huffing my breath and throwing my head back, attempting to get used to the feeling of fullness almost cutting my breath as my body struggles to welcome his much larger one inside of me.

  “Is it all in?” I ask, panting.

  Damon nods, his hands kneading my ass roughly as he just holds still inside of me, my walls pulsing and stretching against his hot shaft as I feel it jump and jolt inside of me.

  Finally, after what feels like hours, but it’s probably only moments, he starts to stroke in and out of me, first shallowly and then as I start to buck into his thrusts, harder and deeper, until I can feel the heavy weight of his balls slap up into the curve of my bottom and his hot breath begins to steadily fan my neck as he groans and grunts in pleasure, telling me how good I feel and how tight and hot I am, driving me insane with want while more wetness seeps out of me coating my thighs.

  I clench my walls around his driving cock and he freezes all over, hissing my name, before once again starting to slam hard into me.

  I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but I don’t freaking care.

  I lower my hands to his back and then his buttocks, my nails scoring his tense skin and a low sexy growl leaves his chest.

  “Damn, El, you’re so going to get it, baby!” Damon grunts, now fucking me even harder.

  I feel one of his hands leave my ass and slide between us and then his thumb starts to draw slippery circles into my clit, making my entire body tremble and convulse in pleasure.

  “Oh God, Damon! Yes!” I breathe out as my core begins to spasm and
contract in climax around his throbbing erection.

  I scream up into the dark sky, my yells almost deafening the lapping sounds of the ocean crushing on the shore at our backs.

  I didn’t even know my body had such a trick up its sleeve, but damn: I could so get used to have feelings like these all the time!

  I wrap myself completely around him, desperately needing something to hold on while my body gets dragged under by the amazing sensation skittering under my skin and curling my toes as I come with a cry so noisy it hurts my throat.

  Damon throws my legs over his arms, thrusting even more forcefully inside my still orgasming core, my hard nipples grazing the hardness of his wet chest, intensifying my pleasure further.

  “Fuck me, baby, ugh! You feel so fucking perfect when you go over! You’re gonna milk all my cum like this… damn! I’m gonna fill your little sugary cunt up. I’m cumming… cumming so fucking hard! Goddamn,” he growls roughly, giving me one last powerful thrust and then holding himself deep, his much larger frame blanketing my own completely as he drops his weight on me.

  I feel his seed jet into me in a series of hot blasts and I scream, biting into his shoulder as my pleasure spikes again.

  We both breathe hard and fast as we come down from our high.

  Damon rolls us until I’m partially lying on top of him, one of my thighs thrown over his groin and his cock still nestled deep inside of me.

  He turns to look at me with a lazy grin on his lips, his chest glistening with water and heaving up and down.

  “Damn, little doll, you almost killed me this time,” he deadpans.

  With great effort I lift one of my leaden arms to poke a trembling finger in his chest. “Pot, kettle,” I huff out, still gasping for air.

  We cuddle closer, laughing, kissing hard and hugging each other even harder as we start to fall asleep, lulled by the relaxing whoosh-whoosh of the ocean.

  Chapter 8

  ELLIE

  I slowly start to come awake, turning to my side, my hand slides over something soft and cool and when I move my head, I realize it’s no longer resting on a hard, muscled chest, but on a comfy pillow, fluffy as a cloud.