His tongue is on me so fast it makes me jerk, taking one long lick from my center through my folds to my clit. Doing this same motion over and over, his tongue dips in me for a second and then up to my clit, gently sucking on it. I feel like I could explode, the pleasure is out of this world. My hips buck at the sensation and he groans, sending vibrations through me.
My fingers go in his hair as he licks and sucks my clit, my eyes going back in my head as my orgasm overtakes my body.
“I've never tasted anything sweeter.” He crawls up between my legs, his lips shiny from my arousal. Bringing his lips down on mine, I taste myself mixed with him. My tongue desperate to taste him, darting in his mouth.
Still wearing his jeans, I reach down, pushing at the waist of his pants.
“Patience, my beauty.” He smiles against my lips.
“Justin, please,” I plead.
“Greedy girl.” He moves his lips down my jaw to my neck, kissing as he goes. My head goes back in the mattress to give him better access. I am finally able to get the button undone on his jeans and push at the waist. He leaves me to take them off and I watch with wide eyes as he pulls them and his boxers down revealing to me his rock hard cock.
Climbing back on top of me, he holds himself up with his hands on either side of me as he positions himself at my entrance. Teasing me, he moves the tip of his cock back and forth. Using my wetness, he moves up and down between my folds from my center to my clit. Agonizing movements that make my hips buck, and the wicked look in his eyes tells me he's enjoying this.
“What do you want, gorgeous?” His cock begins to enter and pulls back out again.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, wanting him inside me more than anything. My fingernails claw at his back. I want to mark him as mine.
Still he teases me, putting his cock in just so far and then back out.
This does it for me, I push at his chest and he falls to the side with a laugh and I move to straddle him before he can stop me. He holds his hands up for me and interlaces our fingers as I position myself. Slamming down in one swift move, his large cock impales me.
“Oh fuck,” Justin moans as I stifle my scream. His hands go to my hips and aid me as I ride up and down on him. Sitting up, he presses my chest to his and his face nuzzles into my neck as my arms go around him. My head falls back from the pleasure, his hands move to my ass thrusting into me. Heavy breathing with lots of moans is all that is heard, as we are one.
Seeming to know just what the other one needs, our rhythm is in tune. My arms are around him, holding him as tight to me as I can.
“Give it to me, babes,” he groans, sensing my orgasm coming as I squeeze my center around his hardness.
"Fuck, Justin,” I moan as another orgasm surges through me. With more vigor, his fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me onto him with force.
A loud rumble from deep in his throat and the hot feeling of him coming almost sends me into another orgasm. His face buries in my chest and I rest my cheek on top of his head as we both try to steady our breathing.
My whole body now spent, every muscle like rubber, I lay limp against him, my forehead resting on his shoulder. With me pressed against him, he lifts himself with one hand and scoots us back against the headboard.
“Hey, you,” he whispers, his hand brushing my hair to the side. I feel his head moving to try to see my face. I lift my head slightly to see his grin, a knowing grin that is saying I-told-you-so. I don't care, I've never had so much pleasure in my entire life. I don't care if I won't be able to move for two days now, it was worth it.
His arm around my waist, he lifts me and lays me down, hovering over me. Brushing the hair out of my face, he presses his forehead against mine.
“We didn't use a condom,” I whisper, feeling completely irresponsible again.
“I assumed you were on birth control,” he answers, not seeming to care either way.
“Yes, but...” How do I tactfully say he might have an STD?
“Well, we've already fucked bareback twice now, so whatever disease you have I guess I have it now, too.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Hey,” I slap his chest as hard as my weak arm will allow me.
“I'm clean and, honestly, have never had sex without a condom.” He chuckles at my weak attempt of being offended. “I'm pretty sure that you are the same, so I think we are fine,” he brushes it off.
“Okay,” I mutter. I'm actually too tired to care right now.
“You need your rest,” he whispers and I nod my head slightly against his. Feeling too tired to speak, I snuggle into him. He wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. Feeling completely safe, warm, and happy, I fall asleep fast.
Chapter 22
Justin
The water is warm and it is dark. I see my comrades positioned around the vessel in the dead of night. We are supposed to board, but it doesn't feel right. I feel something grab my leg and pull me under. I can hardly see, but I'm just able to make out Ellie falling with her hair all around her face into the dark depths of the vast ocean. I dive to reach her, her hand out for me to grab her, but I can't make contact no matter how much I stretch. Swimming as hard as I can, I can't catch up with her falling body. I try to yell for help, but I'm underwater. My breath is running out, but I can't leave her. I have to get her and I can't.
I wake like so many times before, in a cold sweat, my heart racing. This nightmare was different, worse, if that is even possible. I look down and an instant rush of relief floods me as she is sleeping peacefully, her back now facing me. I take a couple of deep breaths and lie next to her, pulling her naked body to me, snuggling into her. I've never felt this way. I'm not saying it’s love, it's way too soon to be love, right? It's like an addiction, I don't think I could ever get enough of her.
Her body seems to fit just right next to mine. I hold on a little tighter and she lets out a small moan. A moan of pleasure, like even though she is sound asleep she feels it too. How can I feel this way about someone I barely know?
As the sun comes up I'm dozing on and off with her in my arms. She hasn't moved, but I finally feel her stir. I run my nose along her shoulder and up the back of her neck. Her smell is intoxicating as I place small kisses on the nape of her neck.
She nestles into me, her perfect little ass pushing against my now very erect cock. She moans softly and it excites me even more. Slowly, she wakes and turns in my arms.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I smile, kissing her nose.
“Hey,” she whispers, nuzzling her face into my chest, her arm sliding around my waist.
“How you feeling?”
“Good, I think,” she says after thinking a second. I kiss the top of her head and I can't help my hand traveling down her back to her ass. Squeezing one butt cheek and pulling her to me. It makes her giggle as I poke her with my morning wood.
My lips find hers and I roll her on her back, supporting myself with one hand as I climb on top of her and position myself between her legs. They instantly wrap around my waist as her one hand goes to the back of my head, the other grasping my back. Her fingernails scratch down my lower back as my tongue explores her mouth. I like that she leaves marks on me, I feel she is telling people that I am taken.
She is greedy, lifting her head to get more of me. Her hips gyrate under me trying to tell me she is ready.
My breathing heavy, I leave her lips to kiss down her neck. Using one hand to cup her breast, I lick and suck my way to her erect nipple. Her hand pulls my head down when I start to kiss and suck, and her back arches, pushing her breast closer to me. I place a small hickey on the side of her breast. I can mark, too, because she is mine. I feel very possessive of her and want to be the only man that ever fucks her again.
My cock slides easily into her very wet pussy, her hands now squeezing my ass to get me deeper inside her.
“Yes, Justin,” she groans, her hips meeting my thrusts. She's so tight and wet, it just turns me on even mo
re. My forehead rests beside her head on the pillow, her mouth by my ear. Biting my lobe lightly, her heavy breathing and moaning are like sweet music. Her lips move across my jaw, licking and kissing. I feel her tighten around my cock as her frenzied breathing picks up.
“C'mon, beautiful, come all over my cock,” I groan, my face pressed to the side of her face.
“Oh my God,” she screams, her hips bucking up toward me. The pulsing of her pussy around me pushes me over the edge, and I come with a loud growl immediately following her. Falling on top of her so my body is pressed to hers, I prop myself up on my elbows on either side of her head so my weight doesn't crush her.
I brush some of her hair back from her neck so I can kiss below her ear.
“You are insatiable,” I tease, lightly sucking on her neck.
“Me?” She laughs, squirming under me. I think I found a ticklish spot. “You better not be giving me a hickey.” She pushes on me.
“Just a little one.” I smile against her neck.
“Don't you dare.” She is laughing louder, fighting to get my head away from her neck. I stay right where I am, loving her laugh and her squirming.
“Just want to make sure any guy who tries to hit on you knows you're taken.” I lift my head and wink.
“I'm taken?” she asks, but doesn't sound freaked out about it.
“Yeah, you're taken,” I repeat, making no apologies.
“Justin, you home?” we hear a voice yelling from outside. I recognize the voice as Jim Dobbs, my friend and owner of The Gull.
“Shit.” I scramble to get out of bed not wanting to leave Ellie, but also not wanting Jim to come in. “Yeah, I'll be out in a minute,” I yell back.
“Who's that?” Ellie says, sitting up and holding the sheet up over her naked body.
“Jim, from The Gull,” I answer her as I hurriedly throw my jeans on. “I'll be right back.” I wait for her to respond and she nods.
“What are you doing here?” I snap, maybe a little too harshly, as I'm still pulling my shirt over my head when I walk out on the deck to see Jim waiting there for me.
“Geez, you're grumpy, do you have company?” He stretches his neck to try and look in the boat. You can't see the bedroom from the deck, but still, Ellie is not going to be some free peep show for him. I move to block his view, and by the expression on my face he stops trying to see. “Touchy, must be the chick from the other night,” he observes, knowing that Ellie was different for me from the very beginning.
“I'm sorry, did I miss why you were here?” I repeat, being very rude to my friend, but for the life of me can't figure out why he would be on my boat shouting for me at the crack of dawn.
“There was some talk last night in the bar,” he begins, annoyed with my less than enthusiastic tone as to why he is here. “One guy was there that I've never seen before, biker type dude with a lot of tattoos. He was asking about the McGill boys. He didn't say a lot, but I got a really bad feeling. I wasn't able to sleep so I came over knowing that you always get up at sunrise,” he finally explains.
“What kind of bad feeling?” I cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Like he wasn't here for a friendly visit. I guess I just wanted to make sure Suzy was all right.” He shoves his hands in his front pockets getting to the point. Jim has always had a soft spot for Suzy. She was like a little sister to him growing up.
“Thank you, Jim, I'll swing by her place here in a bit and check on her.” I feel bad now for being such an ass when he was only worried about Suze.
“Sorry to interrupt,” I turn to see Ellie, now dressed in her jean skirt and white top from yesterday morning. I had hung them up in the bathroom to dry. “I'm going to head back to the B&B and get cleaned up and changed,” she says, coming to stand next to me and nodding at Jim.
“I'll come with you,” I say, not wanting to let her out of my sight. Now with what Jim just told me and what she is not telling me from last night, there's no way she is leaving without me.
“No, you guys talk, I'll be fine,” she says with a don't-be-silly wave of her hand.
“We're done here,” I nod to Jim and he smiles at Ellie. “May I please come with you?” I ask politely, thinking this will go better than demanding that I am going. I was thinking at first it was possessiveness I was feeling, but I think it is more like I want to protect her. The thought of something happening to her makes my gut twist.
“It's nice to see you again,” Ellie says to Jim, who is still standing with his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah, you too.” Jim nods awkwardly. “Justin, text me later will you,” he says as he steps toward the docks.
“Yep. Thanks, Jim.”
Chapter 23
Ellie
“Everything all right?” I ask Justin, as we walk hand in hand toward the B&B so I can get some clean clothes.
“You tell me.” He turns his head to the side, watching me.
“What?” I'm confused, I can't imagine what Jim would have told him that would have anything to do with me.
“Last night when you talked to Cody,” he pushes. I love and hate how well he can read me. I have no idea how he can do that after such a short time.
“I'll tell you what he said, but first you need some background. Can we talk about it later?” I need to explain LDR to him, and I just don't feel like talking about it right now. I am also stalling to see if I can find out more from Cody first. “I swear I will tell you everything.” I half laugh when I get a look of disapproval.
“Soon.” He's not asking, he is telling me I have no choice. Another thing about Justin Bennett I seem to love and hate. The way he talks to me, the things he says, it's like he plans on being in my life for a while. That is exciting and scary at the same time. Who goes on vacation and gets into a relationship? I mean, is this just all too good to be true? He doesn't even seem to blink an eye at it, but of course he might not think that after he hears what I did.
“Yes,” I nod, agreeing to tell him soon. We walk into my room at the B&B, and the first thing I do is remove my shirt. It's stiff and scratchy from the sea water and sand, then from being air dried. It takes about half a second for Justin to be behind me with his face in my hair and his arms around my waist.
“You still feel okay?” he asks, pushing his erection against the small of my back.
“Mmmm, yes,” I purr, lifting my arm up and behind me wrapping it around his neck. His hands cup my breasts and his lips kiss my neck up to my ear.
“Shower,” he says, lightly biting the shell of my ear, my hand fisting his hair. My ass moves against him as we walk slowly into the bathroom, his hands kneading my breasts while he licks down my neck. When we enter the bathroom, his lips start to travel down my back. He drops to his knees behind me, kissing his way down, lightly brushing his hands across my abrasion from the rock.
Hooking his fingertips into the waist of my skirt, he pulls it and my panties down at the same time. His hands grab my butt, kneading and kissing.
“Turn around.” His voice is carnal against my skin. “Do you know how fucking amazing you taste?” He groans, kissing my lower belly. His lips go over my tattoo, and I never in a million years thought I would regret not having it removed more than I do at this very moment.
“What does this mean?” he stops, rubbing it hard with his thumb like he is trying to wipe it off. I gasp. He knows. He knows that it is bad, that it stands for something horrible in my life. I drop to my knees in front of him. Taking his head in my hands, I kiss him on the lips. I have to have his skin against mine. The closeness I need is more than I can control.
Tugging at his t-shirt, he breaks our kiss long enough to pull it off and throw it aside before taking my face in his hands. I feel his need is as great as mine and that he needs to be in control. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls my hands down. I don't even know how I get in the position, but suddenly he has me turned around and bent over on the bathroom floor on my hands and knees. I feel the roughness of his jeans agai
nst my ass, and then hear the zip of his pants opening. With one hand on my hip, he frees himself with the other and slams into me.
I scream at the force of his thrust. It is demanding and powerful. His rough hand travels up my back, hooking his fingers around my shoulder and gripping me tight to anchor me so each thrust goes in farther.
All I hear are groans of pleasure as his pace quickens. I feel myself tightening around him as each powerful plunge takes me closer to orgasm.
“Give it to me now, gorgeous,” he commands, my body listening. My arms go weak, as my head falls to the cool marble floor pushing my ass up in the air even more.
“Oh my God,” I scream, the pleasure running through me. He follows, prolonging my orgasm with each hot burst. My cheek presses against the floor in my exhaustion.
“Come here,” he orders, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me upright, pressing my back against his bare chest. Standing with him, my body leans against his. Keeping me up against him with one arm, he pushes down his jeans the rest of the way. Using his feet, he gets them off and kicks them to the side then leans over and turns the water on in the shower. Walking with him, we get in the shower letting the water run over us. He seems to be in no hurry to let me go.
I feel completely safe in his arms, the safest I've felt in a long time. I know then that I'm falling in love with the frogman. After our long shower we are both exhausted.
Chapter 24
Justin
I dry off my girl and carry her to bed where we fall fast asleep, her wrapped in my arms. When I awaken a couple hours later it is still only mid-morning. I quietly get out of bed so as not to wake Ellie and go in the bathroom pulling on my jeans to sneak out onto the deck.
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