Sex Becomes Her

by Regina Cole

  She looked up at him without dropping her arms. Her hands gripped her sides lightly.

  “That’s fascinating, but right now there’s something else that fascinates me more.”

  One corner of her lips curled up, and he almost cheered aloud at the sight. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  Pressing a palm against her cheek, he took a step toward her, halving the distance between them. She trembled slightly, dropping her arms to her sides. His pulse pounded loud in his ears, roaring like the waves that crashed only a few yards away.

  He bent his head, hovering only centimeters from her mouth.

  “The idea of kissing you.”

  His words blew over her lips, and her lashes fluttered closed.

  “Can I kiss you, Liza?”

  Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a shaky breath emanating from her open mouth.

  “Yes.”

  It was the answer he’d craved.

  Eliza could barely believe she’d agreed. Not that she didn’t desperately want Chandler’s kiss—she did. But somewhere between believing she could be a sex kitten during this trip and the actuality of making out with what was, essentially, a complete stranger, she’d been convinced she’d lose her nerve.

  But now, with Chandler’s head bending down to hers, and her own chin tilting upward to meet his imminent kiss, her bravery seemed to surge. This was what she’d wanted. The past wasn’t here on this beautiful beach. Only the two of them stood on the cool sand, arms winding around one another as their lips met for the very first time.

  She closed her eyes and gave herself over to sensation. His lips were a bit cool from the evening breeze, the sharp tang of salt greeting her tongue. He moved slowly at first, the strong softness of his mouth on Eliza’s calming and coaxing. It was a sweet first kiss, but Eliza didn’t want sweet. She opened her mouth to him, beckoning him closer. She wanted his tongue, his taste, his arms bringing her closer to his body. The man had muscles, and she wanted to explore every last inch of him.

  And thank God, he was a mind reader. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting and exploring her smoothly. His arms wound around her back, one hand splayed over her lower spine. Eliza’s hips tilted forward as her lower stomach began throbbing with want. Heat filled her limbs and she moaned into his mouth.

  Their tongues met, their bodies aligned, and Eliza delighted in the feel of Chandler’s growing erection against her stomach. He wanted her like she wanted him. For once in her life, she’d done things right. And if this was her reward, she was more than satisfied.

  At least, she would be when he took her to bed.

  “Mmm,” she moaned in regret as he tore his mouth away from hers. But she didn’t get the time to ask why he’d stopped kissing her. His mouth dropped to her jaw, and he pressed a searing line of kisses across the tender skin there, not stopping until he’d trailed down the column of her throat, over to the sensitive skin of her neck.

  Eliza clenched her thighs together, which only fed the want burning between her legs. Moisture seeped into her panties, her body screaming for his entry. The roar of the ocean behind her seemed to twine with the thunder of her heartbeat in her ears. Sensation was carrying her away as Chandler’s hand slipped lower to cup her ass. His large hand squeezed and lifted her against his hardness.

  “Eliza,” he muttered against her collarbone, “can I drop your shoes?”

  She blinked, then laughed. “Of course.”

  “Good,” he growled, then tossed her pumps up on top of a nearby dune. With both hands unencumbered, Chandler changed. Before, he’d been careful, moving slowly, like he was approaching a wild creature. Now? His hands were everywhere, caressing her ass, moving up the sides of her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.

  Wherever he touched, tingles pricked her skin. Goose bumps rose on her arms, and her nipples tightened painfully as he nipped at her ear. Gripping his shoulders was more an act of self-preservation than desire, but as her fingers gripped the taut muscles there her focus redirected.

  “God,” she said, staring up at the sky as her greedy fingers roamed his shoulders. His flesh was firm, hot, his muscles flexing as his hands moved to her hips. Curling her nails into his biceps, Eliza gasped as he grasped behind her knee and hitched her leg up on his hip.

  “I want you.”

  His words sailed straight into her throbbing core, and she pressed her body tighter against his. The length that had prodded her stomach before was now lined up with her most sensitive flesh, and she almost purred as she rubbed against him.

  “I want you, too.”

  He kissed her again, a wild, unmeasured kiss this time, his tongue delving deep as he thrust against her. She moaned as the head of his dick brushed her clit. God, she was going to go off like a bottle rocket if he kept that up.

  “Should we go to my room?”

  His question was logical, but Eliza’s brain couldn’t really handle the thought of delaying this. She was wet, she was ready, and he really thought stopping now to go to the hotel room was the best option?

  She looked around wildly. Surely there was somewhere they could be unobserved around here. There wasn’t anyone else on the beach, but even in her lust-soaked brain she knew it was a bad idea to just lie on the beach and have sex.

  Fortunately, her gaze lit on a row of cabanas nearby.

  “There.” She pointed, staggering back from him. God, she couldn’t wait much longer. It had been forever since she’d had sex, it seemed. She’d made do with her trusty vibrator, but right now with the proximity of Chandler’s body and touch, she knew exactly what she was missing. She didn’t intend to miss it tonight. “Come on.”

  Hand in hand they ran across the sand to the small blue-and-white-striped tent on the end of the row. Chandler yanked open the flap, and Eliza almost swooned when she saw what was inside.

  A large hammock took up the center of the cabana, canvas pillows strewn across the white cotton netting. Clear panels in the ceiling let moonlight inside, and a string of solar-powered lights hung from the ceiling beams. It was almost as if it was designed for a romantic tryst.

  Eliza laughed aloud as Chandler pulled her inside.

  “It looks like someone knew we were coming.” Chandler grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt.

  “I don’t mind this kind of welcome.” Eliza sank onto the edge of the hammock. The wooden slat at the end of the netting gave a small groan of protest at her weight.

  Chandler tossed his shirt aside, and Eliza bit her lip as she took in the sight of his bare torso. Broad shoulders tapered to slim hips, the classic V of his body proclaiming strength and fitness. His pecs were defined, a slight dusting of hair decorating them, thickening as it ran down his flat abdomen. The happy trail disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks. She couldn’t wait to see the treasure at the end of that particular rainbow.

  “You’ve got an incredible body.”

  Her honest admission seemed to surprise him. He angled an eyebrow at her and quirked a small smile.

  “I’d like to return the compliment, and I think I can, but I’ll need to conduct some research to make sure.”

  “Does that mean you want me to take off my dress?” She tucked her feet onto the edge of the hammock with her, not bothering to adjust her dress. Chandler’s nostrils flared as he took in the sight of her thighs, and probably her panties as her hem fell high against her.

  “I don’t mind helping.” He took a step forward.

  “It’s okay. Stand there and watch.” She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt, pulling upward. She smiled inside the sheath of her dress as she heard his sharp intake of breath. That was definitely gratifying. It seemed like he was just as affected by the sight of her as she was of him.

  When the dress was free of her head, she tossed it aside. There in her strapless bra and panties, she scooted to the middle of the hammock and patted the space beside her.

  “There’s enough room for two here. Care to join
me?”

  His fingers flew to the buckle of his belt, and his pants joined the rest of the discarded clothing on the sandy floor of the cabana. It was hard to see exactly what color his boxer-briefs were, but that wasn’t what drew her gaze.

  It was the sizable bulge that jutted straight toward her that kept her attention.

  Chandler climbed onto the hammock beside her, and their bodies stretched out along the length of it. The cottony bed swayed back and forth as Chandler kissed her, deeply, thoroughly, as if the two of them were the only ones in the world, as if time had stopped and he had forever to explore her mouth.

  As much as she loved that, she couldn’t stop her hand from wandering down his stomach, tracing the line of hair, until her palm rested on the thick, hard length of his cock.

  She wanted him. She wanted this. And she was ready now.

  6

  Chandler had been trying so hard to keep things slow, to ensure that she really wanted this. But when her hand closed around his erection it was all he could do to keep from embarrassing himself.

  Damn. He hadn’t wanted a woman this badly since—well, ever.

  “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” His voice was a hoarse rasp.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore.” Her eyes glittered darkly at him in the dim light.

  Her words made him want to shout in happiness. Instead, he leaned over the side of the hammock and rustled in the pocket of his slacks for the condom he’d put in there earlier. At the time it had seemed like wishful thinking. Now he was grateful for the preparation.

  She watched him as he pulled his boxer-briefs off and tossed them aside. Her gaze devoured him as he rolled the condom over his cock. And when he bent to her, and began easing the silky black panties down her silky thighs, a shudder ran through her body.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, his chest tightening as he looked at the bared bottom half of her body. A narrow strip of hair crowned her pubis, dark curls laid out like a welcome mat for him. He splayed his hand on her lower belly, and her hips lifted to him as if begging him to take his touch lower, deeper.

  He understood how she felt completely.

  “Will you take off your bra for me?”

  She nodded and reached for the front clasp of her strapless black bra. A quick motion of her hands and the lacy cups fell away.

  He was on her a moment later, his mouth worshiping the softness of her breasts. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him closer as if begging him to deepen his kiss. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing and manipulating her turgid tip.

  Her breaths became pants, her writhing against him more and more frantic.

  “Chandler—please. I—I want . . .”

  “I know,” he said, positioning himself between her legs. The hammock swayed with his movements, the soft creaking mixing with the crash of the waves on the shore. He looked down at her as he braced himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders.

  “Say you want this,” he said, the blunt head of his erection nestling against her hot, wet folds. As much as he wanted to sink straight into her welcoming heat, he needed to hear her ask for it. “Tell me.”

  “Chandler, oh God, please fuck me!”

  He didn’t wait any longer. With a smooth thrust he entered her, and both of them moaned aloud. Chandler gritted his teeth, his hips trembling as he fought to keep them still. She was tight around him, her body a warm, wet fist pulsing around his cock. He wanted to pump and pump until he couldn’t remember his own name, but he forced himself to be patient. She was tight, and he wanted to know she wasn’t hurting.

  Her pelvis rotated, lifting and sinking, forcing the hammock to sway. Her breath came in pants, her eyes wild as her hands clutched at him.

  She was ready, and he didn’t have to wait anymore.

  Gripping the cotton netting of the hammock in his hands, Chandler withdrew, then thrust forward, slowly at first. He closed his eyes, his body setting the pace for them both. Eliza’s nipples were pebbled against his chest, her legs wrapped around his hips, her pelvis following the rhythm, too. Her inner muscles gripped his cock, and he grew even harder inside her.

  She was so hot, so slick around him, that even through the barrier of the condom he felt as if his skin was burning. It was a good burn, like the sun was contained within her body and he was seeing it for the first time.

  Their movements became more frantic, Eliza’s body lifting harder and higher against him. He gathered her to his chest and kissed her deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock within her. She cried out against his mouth, panting moans becoming desperate calls of pleasure.

  The hammock rocked them back and forth as their bodies each strained to reach that elusive peak. Eliza’s nails dug into Chandler’s back, the sweet pain almost wrenching his orgasm from him, but he pulled it back just in time. No. He had to wait for her.

  And when it seemed like she’d plateaued, he reached between their bodies and parted her upper folds, his fingers finding the pulsing heat of her clit.

  “Come for me,” he whispered against her mouth, thrusting hard into her. His fingers pressed gently against her clit. “Come now, Eliza.”

  As if she’d been waiting for his command, she arched her back and cried out. Gripping her breasts, she moved her mouth wordlessly. Her inner walls spasmed and contracted around his erection, and the sensation was too much for him. As she took him deep, deeper than he’d been before, he let go.

  His lower back tensed, his balls aching, and he surged forward and back, his orgasm bursting from him. He held her close and moved slowly, more sporadically, deep into her as the cum poured from his body.

  Their breaths were loud in the cabana, bodies sweating and trembling.

  Chandler let his weight fall beside Eliza, and she snuggled up close to his side. They didn’t speak for a long while after that, the hammock swinging softly from side to side, the waves crashing rhythmically only a few yards away.

  He rested his cheek against the top of her head, breathing in her scent.

  This was unexpected, for sure. He’d hoped that they could get together, but he hadn’t dreamed that it would be this good. Even though he’d just orgasmed so hard he’d had to check to make sure he hadn’t blown his damn cock off, just the thought of sinking into Eliza’s body again had his depleted erection considering the idea.

  Enough of her would be a hard thing to get.

  “Was it good?”

  Her soft-voiced question made him laugh. But when he looked down into her face, and saw the frown knitted between her brows, he shut up quick.

  “Sorry. Absolutely, yeah. I would have thought you could tell I enjoyed it. Did you?”

  Her expression relaxed, and she snuggled close again. “Very much so.”

  As much as he wanted to spend the night there in the cabana with her, naked and snuggling and hopefully, in an hour or two, fucking, it probably wasn’t the wisest decision. So, with a regretful sigh, he carefully moved to the edge of the hammock and stood.

  “It’s getting late. Did you want to go back to the party? They might still be drinking and dancing.”

  Eliza shook her head as she pulled herself into a sitting position. “I don’t think I want to be around anyone else but you tonight.”

  He bent and scooped their clothes from the sandy floor. Turning the idea over in his head, he waited. Could he invite her back to his room? Would she come? Or despite her statement, was this just supposed to be a onetime deal?

  God, he hoped not. After that encounter, he wanted to make sure that they could do this again, at least a couple of times before this trip was done.

  He handed her clothes over, and the two of them dressed in silence. She kept glancing his way, and he wondered if she was thinking the same way he was.

  Only one way to find out.

  “Come back to my room with me.”

  He’d meant to phrase it as a question, he really had, but it had come out
like a command. He hoped that wouldn’t piss her off.

  She stood by the front flap of the cabana door, bare toes curling in the sand. She bit her lip and glanced away from him. His heart sank imperceptibly.

  “Stay the night with me. Please?”

  After a moment, she nodded. He didn’t bother to stop his grin as she slipped her hand into his.

  This would be a night to remember. What had he done to get this lucky?

  He sure as hell didn’t know, but he was willing to take it anyway.

  Eliza blinked into the darkness, the unfamiliar scent of hotel sheets strange in her nose. What? Oh yeah, that was right. She was in Hawaii for Bree’s wedding. And last night—last night she’d—

  A gasp escaped her as she turned her head on the pillow. He was there, sprawled out on the king-sized bed. A sheet came to his waist, the faint gray of the dawn light spilling through the crack in the blackout drapes.

  Chandler. She’d slept with him. Twice.

  Burying her face in the pillow, she stilled. Damn. Last night had been incredible. Sex in the hammock with the ocean only yards away, their private cabana shielding them from any prying eyes. And then he’d led her here, to his hotel room, where they’d spent another hour just talking and cuddling. But then she’d wanted him again, and he’d been more than happy to comply.

  Her sex-kitten act had worked like a charm. But the light of the morning made things look a little different. She didn’t know him. He was a total stranger. At least he’d used a condom both times. She hadn’t even asked him to, but he’d done it anyway. That meant he was a good guy, right?

  She snorted inwardly. Her ex had used condoms, too, and he was a total asshole. She’d have to base her opinion of Chandler on something much more concrete than that.

  The red numbers of the alarm clock declared it to be five thirty. Eliza bit her lip, considering.

  What would Eliza the bombshell do? Probably leave with a kiss and a wave, laughing as she did.

  So that’s what she’d do. Even though the thought of waking him up with kisses and then getting some more of him was tempting, it wasn’t the way she wanted to play this. Fun, free, easy, and careless. That’s who this Eliza was.