“Yeah, it was definitely a main selling point on the house. Besides the bar, the beach is my life. No other place I’d rather be than out there.” He nods out toward the water, staring off into the distance. He moves over behind me after he speaks and wraps his arms around my waist. The feel of his breath across my ear sends shivers of excitement racing across my body. His voice is a low rumble in my ear. “So, you ready to head out to the beach?”
Hell no.
Just the sound of his voice has shifted my body into gear and I can feel the wetness start to build. I want the beach, but I want this man even more. I shake my head no and I hear him whisper again. “Well, if you don’t want to go to the beach right now, what do you want to do?”
I don’t answer him. I don’t know what to say, and telling him I want him to fuck me isn’t something I would normally just tell a guy. So, I decide to show him what I want. I reach back with my hand and grab his cock through his jeans. He’s semi-hard, but I can feel him harden more as I rub him over the soft denim. He practically growls in my ear with lust. He whirls around on me, so we’re chest to chest, his labored breathing matching my own. His hands slide away from my waist, up my arms to rest on both sides of my face. Then, just as I was hoping he would do, he runs his thumb across my bottom lip, that intimate gesture I’ve come to love.
My breath pants out across his skin, and on instinct, I tilt my mouth down just slightly, enough to suck his thumb into my mouth, running my tongue over the pad. My eyes flick to his, and I can see the desire burning within. He moves his eyes back and forth between mine, as if looking for something, and then pulls his thumb out of my mouth, trailing the moisture over my bottom lip. His lips are on me in a second, a deep, voracious kiss that steals my breath. My hands fumble down to his pants, trying to unbutton them as quickly as I can, but he’s not letting me take hold of the reigns all alone. His hands drop from my face, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and swiftly lifting it up my body and over my head, only breaking the kiss for the moment it takes to clear my body of the shirt. Then his lips are back on mine as he unclasps my bra, pulls it down my arms, and tosses it to the side. I finally have his button undone and his zipper down as he starts walking us backwards toward the bed. I lift his T-shirt up and he breaks the kiss, grabbing the shirt in the back and pulling it off over his broad, muscular shoulders in that sexy way guys seem to know how to do.
I can’t help but look at the solid planes of his body. Cade is a work of sculpted art, layers of rippled, corded muscle covered in smooth, golden skin. I can’t help it. I place my hands on his bare chest, running them over his taut skin and down over his abdominal muscles in reverence.
Perfection.
I’m pulled from my admirations when I realize Cade is slipping his hands into the sides of my shorts, sliding them down my legs. When he stands back up to remove his own, in my haste, I kick my shorts and panties off maybe a bit too powerfully, as they sail across the room. Cade lets out a quiet laugh. “A little anxious, are we?”
All I can do is nod my head and smile, as I watch him finish removing his pants and boxer briefs. When he’s standing naked in front of me, his thick cock at full attention and dripping at the tip, I lick my lips with desire. Then, an unwanted thought leaps into my mind.
How in the world can I ever leave this man behind?
Chapter Eleven
Cade
It’s clear to me now.
I don’t want to let her go. This has been the most amazing few days I’ve ever spent with a woman. I’m not too stupid to realize our relationship is mostly sexual, but we click so well that I get the feeling we could be great together. The only problem is the pesky fact I live in Florida and she lives in Texas. I haven’t quite figured out that part of the equation yet.
I don’t waste any more time thinking about it though. I’ll worry about all the other stuff later. Right now, I only want to focus on the beauty in front of me, since I still don’t know how long I’ll have with her.
I hate that.
Now that we’re both standing naked in front of each other, I swoop in and take her lips again. Her breasts pressed against me, the hard peaks against my chest, have me desperate to taste them. Guiding her backwards toward the bed, she stops when her knees come to rest against the mattress. I slowly lean into her, forcing her back onto the bed, crawling my way on top of her as I help pull her up to the middle with me. While still kissing her lips, I slide my hands up her arms and push them up over her head, holding them together in one hand while grasping at one of her perky tits with the other. I want to be everywhere at once. I finally release her lips, letting mine wander over her jaw, her neck, that soft sensual spot behind her ear I’ve come to know drives her crazy. I take a few quick swipes of my tongue across one nipple and then the other. Little moans of pleasure escape from her lips and it’s making me harder by the second. I’m trying to be sweet and sensual, but I’m having a difficult time controlling myself right now.
“Nora? Sweetie, I’m trying to take it slow, but those moans of yours make me so fucking hard. I’m having a hell of a time keeping it together over here.” I grind my cock against her to show her how serious I am about what she’s doing to me.
“Cade?” She whispers near my ear. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to fuck me.”
I’m taken aback, because this is the first time she’s ever been direct with me about what she wants. I get the feeling there’s a whole lot out there Nora is willing to explore, but she either doesn’t know how to ask for it, or she’s just too embarrassed. Or scared. When I pull away and look at her face, the innocent blush creeping up her cheeks confirms what I’m thinking. Then she undoes me with one simple word. “Please?”
I bend down and give her another deep, short kiss. Pulling back, I give her a lascivious smirk, letting her know her request is about to be granted to the best of every fucking ability I have. I release her wrists and start trailing my hands over her body, rubbing her breasts but not lingering in any one spot too long. It’s driving me just as crazy as I’m sure it’s driving her. I suck one nipple into my mouth, and then trail my tongue across her skin to suck on the other one. I can see the goosebumps prickle her flesh as I go. I release her nipple with a pop and trail my tongue down to her belly button, swirling it around her sensitive flesh. I finally reach that sweet pussy, and it’s absolutely dripping for me. Still on my hands and knees, I take the opportunity to sit back on my feet, scooping my hands underneath her plump ass, and pulling her body up to my waiting tongue. I bend down to meet her and give her a few long, deep strokes across her pussy, plunging my tongue in deep. Just when I feel her start to tighten I pull away and drop her back onto the mattress.
I stand up and walk around to my nightstand, grabbing a condom out of the drawer. Walking back to Nora, I bend down and lift her pussy up to me again. I give it one last lick before dropping her back onto the mattress and flipping her over to her stomach. She lets out a little yelp at the sudden change in position. From behind, I pull her up by her hips until she’s up on her knees, her ass in the air, and I give it a little smack that draws another yelp out of her. I grab the condom off the bed where I tossed it, gripping the foil wrapper between my teeth and ripping it open. I struggle to roll the latex around my straining cock. It’s so hard right now with the vision spread out before me, but somehow, I get it successfully in place. Running my hand over her wet pussy—which gets me a deep groan from Nora—I gather her natural lube and palm it on my dick, pumping it up and down my cock until I can’t even stand my own touch. I feel like I could explode any second. I line myself up to her waiting entrance and ask her one more time. “You ready baby? You sure?”
“Yes.” One word and it’s the only one I needed to hear. I sink into her in one long stroke, until I bottom out balls deep. I swear every time it’s the best time ever, yet it only seems to get better.
I’ll never get enough.
Stilling for just a second to ensure this isn’t over
before it starts, I slowly pull out, almost to the tip, before plunging back in. The way her ass jiggles when my pelvis makes contact is sexy as fuck, so I pull out and do it again, a little harder this time. This second thrust earns me a loud moan from Nora, who’s now fisting the sheets in her hands. “Good?”
She moans again and take that as a yes, so I pull out and thrust harder. “What do you want baby? Tell me.” Another hard thrust.
She’s propped up on her elbows, and without looking back at me, she lifts her head up and speaks, almost too quiet for me to hear her. “Faster. Harder. Please?”
Fuck.
“Yeah?” I need to ask. She nods her head, then buries it back down in the comforter. Time to give my girl what she wants.
My girl.
The thought suddenly makes me smile, and I’m glad she can’t see the goofy grin crossing my face, because I know I’m wearing my emotions all over it. I pull out and plunge back in, this time not waiting too long between thrusts. The harder I slap against her, the quicker I pull out and do it again, until finally I’m pounding into her at a speed and intensity I didn’t even know I could pull off. The only sounds in the room are our bodies slapping into each other, mixed in with her moans and “oh fucks” and my heavy breathing from all the energy I’m exerting. It’s a heady combination. My thighs are burning and I can feel her pussy tightening around me, but I’ll be damned if I let her come when I can’t see the rapturous look in her eyes.
Without warning, I pull completely out, and Nora gives a surprised groan in protest. I flip her over onto her back and climb up on the bed with her, pulling her up into the middle. When I’ve got her where I want her, I spread her legs wide and climb in between them, lining myself up. I never take my eyes off hers as I sink back into her, and watch as her eyes roll back in pleasure. She automatically wraps her legs around my back, crossing them at the ankle in a vice-like grip. I take a minute to kiss her, hard and demanding. Her hands wind their way into my hair, tugging, and I pick up the pace, fucking her hard and deep. It’s too hard to keep her lips pressed to mine with all the movement, so I break the kiss and pull back slightly, still close enough I can feel her breath panting over mine with each thrust.
I know she’s getting close. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and I know I won’t last much longer. I tilt my face to the side of hers, whispering in ragged breaths into her ear. “You like when I fuck this tight pussy, don’t you Nora? Hard and fast, just like you wanted. Come for me baby.”
My words have the desired effect, as Nora tenses and ultimately explodes around me. A string of expletives stream from her lips and I continue to thrust several more times before finally drowning in the bliss of my own orgasm. I groan, long and low, as my release stretches longer than I anticipated. The ability of this woman to draw out my pleasure is unreal, and completely unintentional on her part. Just the fact that it’s her I’m balls deep in, guarantees me some of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.
I collapse down on top of her, doing my best to hold the bulk of my weight off while trying to catch my breath, cradling my face in the crook of her neck. Her hands trace lines up and down my back, her touch whisper soft along my skin.
“Wow.” She only says the one word, yet it’s so fitting for the situation. I sure can’t think of another word to adequately describe how I’m feeling either, so I just go with hers. It takes a minute to clear my foggy brain so I can answer her.
“Yeah, wow.” I lift my head up and meet her gaze. Her breathing is almost normal, but the flush of her cheeks from her orgasm is still there and it makes me smile. I reach up and kiss her softly, then roll myself off her to the side. I take the moment she’s getting comfortable under the covers to pull off the condom and toss it into the wastebasket I keep by the bed. She rolls to her side facing me, and I waste no time in grabbing her and pulling her over against me. I tuck my arm under her and snuggle her close, the need to touch her and be near her strong right now. Her hand comes up to rest on my chest and she starts to trace lazy circles on my damp skin. She was much too far away. I needed her closer to me.
We don’t say anything for a few minutes but she’s finally the one to break the silence. “Cade?”
“Yeah?” I wait for her to start talking again but she doesn’t. She lies there, gathering her thoughts, still tracing the circles over my chest. When she still doesn’t say anything after a minute or two, I prop myself up on my elbow and slide down so we can be face to face. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. “Hey, what’s the matter? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
Nora sighs, her soft breath sweeping over my face. “Nothing. It’s just,” she pauses and lets out another breath. “I guess…thank you. For making this trip so memorable. It’s definitely something I’m never going to forget.”
How do you respond to that?
She doesn’t say anything else, and I don’t know what to say to her, so I just lean over and give her another deep kiss, hoping that it will show her I feel the same way. I’ll never be able to forget this time we’ve spent together. I contemplate rolling on top of her and starting round two—my cock really likes that idea—but there’s a beach outside she’s been dying to see, and as much as I want to, I can’t keep her in my bed all day.
At least I don’t think I can.
I break the kiss, and when our eyes meet, we both break out into a smile. “Come on beautiful. Let’s introduce you to that beach.” I slip out from under the covers, helping her exit the bed with me. We’re standing off to the side of it, naked, and I can’t help but embrace this woman and crush my lips over hers again. I can’t keep my hands off her, and apparently, the feeling is mutual as I feel Nora’s hands slide around my waist and drop down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze. My cock instantly starts to harden in response.
I pull away from her lips and mine quirk up. I can’t help but smile at the fact this woman is openly groping my ass. “Keep it up and you’ll have to wait longer to get out there on the beach.” I don’t let go of her though. I keep her firmly pressed up against me so she can feel my cock swelling in appreciation.
She slides one of her hands off my ass cheek and before I realize it, she’s slips it to the front and takes my dick in her hand with a firm, warm grip. My breath catches in my throat and I gulp in a ragged breath of air.
“Keep it up?” She says it with a smirk of her own. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
Chapter Twelve
Nora
This is something I could totally get used to. The misty ocean breeze washes over me, helping to keep me cool as the warm Florida sun beats down on my skin. With weather this perfect, I could sit out here for hours.
It took us almost that long to get out here. After our little romp in the bedroom earlier, neither of us could resist a round two. Not that I’m complaining one bit. Rather than shower after our exertions, we decided to take a dip in the ocean. Cade made sure to tell me to bring my swimsuit and an extra change of clothes with me when I texted him this morning. I panicked for a split second, thinking maybe I should run out and buy a new one, possibly one a bit sexier than what I’d brought with me. In the end, I decided against it and just went with my white bikini top with the matching boy short bottoms. Definitely modest by Miami standards.
I don’t think it mattered too much to Cade though. The look in his eyes when I came out of his bathroom dressed for the water was downright lustful. The heated exchange that took place right afterwards almost delayed our beach time again. His sensual application of my sunscreen didn’t make matters easier, either. By the time he was done rubbing the creamy coconut-scented mixture all over my body, I was ready to give up on the beach all together, but somehow we managed to compose ourselves enough to make it outside.
Cade had beach chairs on his back deck that he carried down to the water’s edge so we would be more comfortable. I stumbled through the sand more than once watching t
his sexy man carry those chairs down to the shore, his arms thick with muscles flexing as he carried one under each arm. His blue swim trunks hung low on his hips, his muscled abdominals and V-cut torso on display for the world to see. Don’t even get me started on his back muscles or the fact that just watching his tight ass walk across the sand was a challenge to my sanity.
And when the fuck did calf muscles become so sexy?
As if the beauty of Cade wasn’t enough to make this a perfect day, this strip of beach we were lounging on is private, one of the benefits for residents living within the community borders. We practically had the beach all to ourselves, except for a family playing down the shore on one end, and a guy playing Frisbee with his dog at the other. We lounged, swam, and even tried to build castles in the sand. Clearly neither of us was born with any real architectural skills, so they were more sand mounds as opposed to castles, but it was still fun.
We dragged the chairs back up the beach a few hours later and made out like teenagers under the sun-warmed spray of an outdoor shower, washing away the salt and sand. Between our bedroom antics and ocean swimming, we were famished. Cade was prepared though, throwing some steaks and lobster tails on the grill for dinner. While he grilled the food, I put together a salad and some baked potatoes, and when it was all finished, we sat outside on his deck to eat and enjoy each other’s company.
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