by Lisa Shelby
We decide to take a walk on the beach after finishing our floats on the patio. We grab some towels to leave out on the deck chairs so when we come back we can clean up before we go inside. We lock things up, and head off in the sand holding hands. Up closer to the water each cottage has a little table, two chairs and tiki themed umbrella. We both agree we will have to get some use out of those while we’re here.
We’re walking in silence for quite some time when I remember that I didn’t see any of his clothes in the one and only bedroom back at the cottage.
“Jonathan, I noticed when I was putting my clothes away that you didn’t have any of yours hanging up or in the drawers. Where are all of your things?”
“Oh, I just have my sea bag (These Marines and their fancy names for all of their bags. Again, who knew?) over by the couch with everything in it I need. I did put some stuff in the bathroom, but I’m fine with my things in my bag. That reminds me, I had some sunblock in the bathroom that we don’t want to forget when we’re out and about. Especially in the jeep, that sun can be deadly.”
“Jonathan?”
“Emily?”
“Please don’t sleep on the couch tonight.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, more than sure.”
“Emily, I would love to sleep with you tonight, but please know that if I do there are no expectations. Just having you in my arms is more than enough.”
He stops walking and turns us so we are facing each other and says, “Em, I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
“O…” is all I get out before his lips are on mine and his hands are in my hair.
My hands are slowly rubbing small tracks up and down his back as we kiss for what feels like seconds and hours all at the same time. It’s heaven. This place, right here, right now, is heaven on earth and I don’t ever want it to end. Reality is a bitch though because come Monday, it will all end.
“We should head back; the sun is setting and I don’t think there are many lights out here at night.”
With one more light kiss to my lips we turn and head back.
Standing on the patio and cleaning the sand off our feet I take a moment to look out to what is now the dark ocean and the moon reflected off of it. I can’t help but move to his side and wrap myself in his strong arms that engulf me the moment I reach for him.
“Thanks again, Jonathan.”
“My pleasure, baby.”
“So, what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I ask from my new favorite place, which just happens to be tucked under his arm.
“Well, that’s up to you. Come inside and I’ll show you.”
He takes me by the hand and through the sliding glass door. He tells me to have a seat, and then goes to get something out of his bag that I now see tucked away on the side of the couch, just like he said it was. I use this moment to follow him as he moves across the room. I love his tan skin, his perfectly sculpted arms, his ass always looks amazing in whatever he’s wearing but there is something about his calves. I don’t know what it is, but his legs are my favorite part of his body.
I don’t realize how obvious my stare is until he clears his throat and gets my attention.
“Can I help you, Gracie? See something you like?” He says as he turns in a circle and then stops in a super model stance, complete with his hand on his hip.
“You are such a dork!” I can’t help but laugh out loud at his silliness.
God, I love that he is this big bad-ass Marine but he has no problem saying how he feels and isn’t afraid to be silly. He’s kinda perfect aaaannnnd I am so screwed.
“Ha! You like what you see and you know it. Hell, I’ll be the first to admit that I more than like what I see when I look at you. I have no shame in telling you that.”
“Well, that’s sweet and all but let’s get back to our agenda for tomorrow,” I say trying to keep him focused.
He plops down next to me and hands me a stack of brochures on places to visit in California. Universal Studios…Disneyland…Legoland…Knott’s Berry Farm…Medieval Times and more.
“You pick the place and we’ll go.”
“What? Anywhere? Have you been to all these places? Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care where we go. I think we’ll have a great time no matter what we do. I would say that I’m sorry that your boyfriend Justin Timberlake isn’t playing anywhere (but I’m not) because I would have even taken you to his show if it that was what you wanted to do.”
“Careful there, Georgia. You’re cute and all but I made it pretty clear the other night the seriousness that is my love for Justin Timberlake.”
“Yes, you did. Believe me, it’s clear how strong your feelings are. I cross my heart,” he says as he makes an x with his finger over his heart. “I will never disparage JT in your presence. Now, what will it be for tomorrow?”
As I put on a show of looking at the brochures I already know what I’m going to pick, but I figure I’ll drag it out a bit. I feel him staring at me out of the corner of my eye…
“Hmm…what to choose…what to choose?” I say as though I really have to think about it.
He leans in and puts his chin on my shoulder again and sighs. “You already know where you want to go, don’t you?”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Read my mind,” I say hitting him with my stack of brochures.
Suddenly, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, tickling me and saying, “Where are we going, Em?”
All I can do is scream as I laugh my ass off and struggle for air.
“Come on, tell me, Em! Where are we going?” He says as his fingers continue their assault on my sides.
“Ok…ok…Dis...Disneyland!!”
“I knew it!” He exclaims, so proud of himself.
The tickling has stopped and now his legs are straddling my hips as I lay below him. Things suddenly feel a bit more serious as he stares at me from above.
“When was the last time you were there?” He asks as he takes my hands and threads his fingers through mine.
Shyly, I just shake my head from side to side twice.
Now he does get very serious and lets go of my hands as he leans forward and rests on his forearms so he can hover above me while our legs intertwine.
“Gracie, I get to take you to Disneyland for your first time? That is so fucking cool.”
As he says these words his eyes are locked on mine and I just nod my yes to his statement.
“Hey Gracie, I’m going to…”
I interrupt him. “Kiss me, Georgia.”
“See you can read my mind too. Now, come here.”
He leans in and our kiss starts soft and slow. He kisses the corners of my mouth and then his tongue lightly brushes across my lips before he actually kisses me. I feel like with each kiss I fall deeper and deeper under his spell. Eventually, his weight falls to my side and he’s half laying on me with his leg over me. As he continues to kiss me, his hand slips just barley under my tank and the feel of his skin on mine is electric. As his hand goes higher our kiss gets more intense and then much to my dismay he pulls away from me.
He climbs over me, stands up and offers me his hand. I can’t help but notice what I was just feeling push into my side is now at eye level and it’s clear I’m not the only one that’s hot and bothered. Once I’m up he pulls a repeat of earlier this afternoon and picks me up so that my legs instantly go around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom with his lips never leaving mine.
“I think this may be more comfortable than that tiny couch,” he says as he pulls the covers back with me still attached to him.
He lays me down horizontally on the bed in the moonlight drenched room while I’m still attached to him. This means he he has to come onto the bed with me, much to my delight. The kisses continue at a rapid pace and our breathing is becoming heavy and loud. I want more of him, fuck, I think I want all of him. As this thought crosses
my mind, I start pulling at the back of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He grabs it and throws it aside.
He’s so fucking hot. He’s built and strong and has just enough hair on his chest to be sexy. I can’t help but run my hands all over his chest, over his shoulders and across his back.
“Your turn,” he says but waits a beat while he looks in my eyes to make sure it’s okay.
I lift my arms to signal that I am okay with it and in two seconds my tank is off of me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he lays a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck and to the swell of my breast. He takes gentle bites at my nipples through the lace of my red bra, but it's not enough.
“Please take it off, Jonathan,” I say to let him know I am ready to go further. Just in case he’s still trying to be gentlemanly.
“Yes, ma’am.”
My bra is off just as fast as my tank.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He says as he takes one nipple into his mouth then lets it go and circles his tongue around it before gently taking a little bite of it.
He’s back up to my mouth for just a moment before he leaves and pays the same special attention to the other nipple.
“I believe in equal treatment in all things,” he says as he rejoins our lips.
“Good to know,” I mumble between our kisses.
He scoots off of me and then stands on the side of the bed and gently tugs me by the legs and scoots me to the edge. He starts to unbutton my jeans but stops and says, “If you want to stop that’s okay, just tell me.”
“Jonathan, please don’t stop. I want this.”
When he hears my reply an almost wild growl escapes him and my jeans are off before I know it and I am left in only my red lace underwear that match my now missing bra.
As I lay before him he takes his shorts off and stands before me in just his black boxer briefs. He is quite the specimen and I cannot believe he’s mine for the taking.
“Not to be a downer or anything but do you have protection?” I ask timidly.
He doesn’t speak to answer me. He just grabs his shorts off of the floor to find his wallet, pulls out the shiny packet and throws it on the bed next to us.
He bends over and starts trailing kisses down the center of my chest between my breasts and down my stomach. He makes a point to avoid my belly button, because after hours of talking he knows that I hate for anybody to go near it. I look down at him to see him watching me as he passes the dreaded belly button and he gives me a wink. He really does hear everything I say.
When his lips hit my hip bone, I feel his hands lightly slide up my thighs and to the sides of my lace thong. He grabs each side and painstakingly slowly pulls them down my legs, past my ankles and over my feet. He then drops them to the floor.
“Jesus, Gracie. I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. You are breathtakingly perfect. I could stare at you in the moonlight like this all night but we’ll have to wait for another time for that. Right now, I have to explore this treasure that I’ve just uncovered.”
He pulls his boxers down and good Lord there is a God! If I wasn’t a believer before, I am now. It is clear that this man has been blessed.
Because we’re laying across the bed, he helps me move so that my head is on the pillows. Once we’re situated, he’s back on top of me, and the warmth I feel from his body on top of mine is the best feeling I have ever felt.
He reaches down and strokes me with his fingers and the warmth continues to spread throughout my entire body.
“Oh, Em. You feel as ready as I do. It feels so good to know that I can do this to you. You are so ready for me, baby,” He says as his fingers continue to rub me in just the right spot so that I am winding up into near explosion! I can feel an orgasm building already and he just started touching me.
As if it can’t get any better, he slides one finger inside me and uses his thumb to keep the momentum going. I am on the cusp of my explosion when he adds another finger and moves in just that special way that suddenly has me seeing stars. He doesn’t stop while I ride out my high and then kisses me senseless.
“Fuck, you feel so tight. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you. You ready, sweetheart?” He asks with a hint of that southern accent making an appearance.
“Yes. Please. Now.” I say as I try to catch my breath from the ride I was just on and quite frankly haven’t quite gotten off of yet.
I hear the rip of the foil packet and within seconds he is staring into my eyes as he ever so slowly and gently starts to slide into me. I worry for a moment that he’s too big and it’s not going to work, but I just take a deep breath and relax and things fit like a glove.
He closes his eyes and says, “Shit, baby you are so tight and so wet. You feel amazing. You are amazing,” he says as he opens his eyes to look at me while he brings his mouth to mine.
He keeps his slow and steady pace and starts guiding his kisses down my throat and to my breasts. He pays them each special attention. The combination of the slow but steady thrusts of his hips and his never ending teasing of my nipples is about to send me over the edge once again.
“Jonathan, that feels so good. Oh my God! Yes!” I say loudly as my fingernails scrape the back of his head and hold on for dear life. His pace picks up at my words.
“Em, you feel too good and I feel like I have been waiting a lifetime for this. I’m afraid I’m not going to last much longer. You just feel too fucking good!” He says on a thick breath.
We’re both quiet as we watch each other move in perfect rhythm together. I have never felt so high. I can feel things starting to build again and I can tell he’s getting close too. It’s at this moment he reaches down and rubs that magic spot that is just what I need to send me over the edge and out into the next universe. At the same time, he throws his head back, and yells my name and goes right over with me. He collapses on top of me but is sure to not put all of his weight on me. We’re sweaty and breathing hard and just staring at one another. I can’t help but think that what just happened here was not normal. Sex has never been like this for me. This was something special, almost like we were meant for each other. You are so screwed! I tell myself. What am I supposed to do now?
“Thank you, Emily, that was…I don’t even want to ruin it by trying to find the right word to say what it was so, just thank you,” he says quietly and punctuates it with a soft kiss and a lingering stare into my eyes that truly says more than any words ever could.
He carefully rolls off of me and walks to the bathroom in all his glory to clean up, comes back and crawls in next to me. He pulls the covers over us as he turns us on our sides so we’re spooning. He gently glides his hand up and down the length of my body as he places light kisses across my shoulder and I fall asleep in his arms.
Jonathan
I’m having the best dream of my life. I’m at the beach cottage with my sweet Gracie and she’s waking me up with soft kisses to my chest as her hand travels down my stomach and is ever so gently rubbing me to life. Shit, I hope this dream never ends, it feels so real. I can even hear her saying my name. Shit, it’s so real I can feel her breath on my chest when she speaks.
When I feel the slight tug of my nipple with her teeth, I finally open my eyes and look down at the most beautiful site I have ever seen.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Emily is nestled into my side with her leg wrapped around one of mine. Her head is up, and she’s looking at me as her chin rests over my heart and just as in my dream her left hand is busy bringing me back to life.
“Hi there,” I barely get out.
“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” she says dreamily.
Her hair is all over the place and even though I didn’t think it was possible, she is hotter in this moment than any that have come before.
“Well, it’s only right that I help you solve your problem and help you pass the time until you fall back to sleep. I like what you’re doing right now bu
t I have an even better idea.”
She places a kiss over my heart and then flicks her tongue over my nipple. As she continues to circle my nipple with her tongue she lifts those beautiful deep blues’ up to my hazels and says, “What’s your idea, Georgia?”
Holy shit, every second with her is hotter than the last. This new seductive, sexy version of her, that wakes me in my sleep because she’s horny, is unexpected. And so fucking amazing all at the same time. I need to show her just exactly what I have in mind.
She squeals because in one swift motion I’m on top of her.
Her hair is fanned out underneath her and she looks like a freaking angel.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper into her ear as I take her right arm and place it above her head and then bring the left one up.
I lace my hands through hers, slide down her torso and her nipple is mine for the taking. I torture her like she did me and flick the perfect bud with my tongue. She squirms under me but I still have her hands so she can’t move. I take my time with one nipple and move over to the other perfect bud.
I lay a kiss between her two awe-inspiring breasts and release her fingers from mine. Slowly, I slide down her body as my hands glide down her arms and then to her sides. I work my way down her stomach and my lips reach her pelvic bone as I kiss and lick every inch that I can without actually touching what I know she is desperate for me to touch.
“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you, Gracie.”
I hear her inhale and stiffen a bit at my words but one pass of the tip of my tongue and she relaxes and instantly has her hands on the back of my head to guide me.
“Hmmm…you like that do you?”
“Yes, it feels freaking fantastic, Jonathan. Please don’t stop,” she begs.
At the same moment that I fulfill her request and return to her I also slide in one finger very slowly and she moans her appreciation so I add one more.
“Jonathan! Yes! Just…Like…That!” she growls.
I pick up my speed and can feel her start to tighten and I know she’s close, so I change it up and slow it down. I do this a few times hoping to draw this out and make it last. I know it’s cruel to bring her so close and then deny her but I don’t hear her complaining. I am not sure why but when it comes to her I love to know that I can control making her feel so good. I have never cared before but with her it’s different. I want to be the cause of all of her orgasms and I get off teasing her with them.
