Between The Waves

by Ellie Malouff

  “Like this?” I grunt into her breast and find a rhythm that gets her legs shaking.

  I can barely make it out, but I think she says, “Yes, yes, like that.”

  “How about this?” I press a finger into her. Her hands cover mine and she begins to writhe. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen her do and somehow I get even harder for her.

  “You like that,” I grunt against her. It’s a statement, not a question.

  Her body speaks for her until she freezes on the spot with her mouth open for at least two beats of my heart. She’s there on the edge, so I give her one more stroke, just the way she likes, and her orgasm rips through her as she rides a wave of vibrations and endorphins. Talk about shredding it.

  “You’re beautiful,” I murmur as she’s coasting off it. “So fucking beautiful.”

  She plasters her mouth on mine and wraps her hand around my cock. It twitches within her grasp as if it’s the first time it’s ever been touched. When she starts to stroke me, my head falls back onto the mattress, and when she covers me with her mouth, I’m confident that I’m going to die right here and now. Rest in Peace, Me.

  But that’s not how I want to finish. I want to be inside her. It’s everything I’ve been thinking about since the day we met. So, I try to regain some form of control and gently pull her up by the shoulders. She doesn’t protest and crawls back up my body.

  I’m ready for her, right now. My cock slides over her skin, aching to push inside her.

  “Do you have a condom?” she whispers into my ear, bringing me to my senses.

  In a flash, I’m back on my feet and digging into my shorts’ pocket for my wallet. Thank God, I’m always prepared. In seconds, I’m rolling the condom on and crawling back to her. She meets me in the middle and our bodies collide hard. So hard that I worry for her for a moment, but she doesn’t back down. We’re both on our knees, and my mouth seeks hers out. It’s sloppy and wet, and it becomes crystal clear what she wants from me. She wants me to fuck her silly, and I plan to give her exactly what she wants.

  She rolls us down onto the bed and her legs fall open, but not far enough for me. I press on her thighs and open that pussy up. She’s glistening and pink and surprising. I don’t have the ability to really process what it means that the soft curls that frame her are a way lighter shade of color than her pitch-black hair, but I file that away for later examination. I press my mouth against her inner thigh and lick my way up to her. I wait for any indication that she’s not okay with my mouth on her, and when there’s none, I lap at her pussy like the desperate man that I am. “You’re going to make me come again,” she says through heavy breathing.

  Our eyes meet, and I speak one word into her flesh and get right back to it. “Good.”

  I’m rewarded with her moans and her fingers in my hair. My erection grinds against the mattress so hard that I’m afraid I might lose it to a girl named Serta instead.

  I keep at my oral endeavor, but it’s taking some work to find exactly what’s going to drive her wild. When her thighs nearly crush my skull, I know I’ve got it. I commit the move to memory and dive in. She blesses me with another skull crusher, and her pleasure starts to roll through her body, barreling down on me just like I wanted and gave me even more cause to grind into the mattress.

  I can’t wait any longer, and I don’t think she wants me to. I place myself at her center and try to take my time as I slip inside her. Our mouths open together and our eyes find one another. I know I’m big everywhere and my dick is no exception. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do, but my self-control was essentially lost the moment she touched me, and she feels fucking amazing.

  I need more.

  Now.

  And so I take it. I lift her legs into the air and hold them up as I pull out and thrust back in. Her eyes scrunch closed briefly, but her moan is appreciative and it propels me to do it again.

  I look down at her to capture this moment forever—her legs in the air, her eyes back on me, enjoying every inch of my cock as I push into her, this time faster and harder. I ask if she’s okay, she responds with sounds of approval. We’re rocking together, in and out, faster each time.

  It doesn’t take long to start feeling like I’m going to explode. I slow down to try and make it last, but she opens her eyes and says, “Keep going.”

  There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her, so I keep it up and am treated with the noises she makes in response. Our rhythm accelerates. There’s no way I’ll last much longer. I hope that I can make her come again before I do. Without being too disruptive to this good thing we’ve got happening, I find her clit with my thumb and tease it. Her head starts swaying from side to side, and she starts to palm her own breasts, squeezing them as she moans.

  It is a vision.

  My will is crushed; I need release. I thrust as deep as I can one last time. All of my senses are concentrated on the feeling in my cock. That’s when I notice her squeezing around me and I realize she’s found her release just in time. I let go and it’s glorious. As I continue to glide in and out of her, the feeling goes on and on. If I didn’t know that it was simple biology, I would say that it was magic.

  She’s spent, lying with her arms open on each side of her head. Her breasts are streaked with pink from being fondled and her belly is still trembling. I ease out of her as gently as possible, trying not to hurt her or end up on top of her. I fall onto my back and look over at her in a little bit of denial that it was real. Her eyes open and she looks over at me, too.

  “Audrey,” I whisper.

  What I expect is to get smile number thirteen or to hear my name from her lips, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, she flinches, ever so slightly, as if I’ve called her the wrong name.

  Lesson 4

  "Surfing is very much like making love. It always feels good, no matter how many times you've done it."

  Paul Strauch

  Audrey

  When I was a kid, I’d get scared at night when the winds were rough. Our penthouse was so high above the city of Chicago that occasionally you could feel the building sway. It was a sickening feeling. Of course, when you’re young everything works in extremes. I was convinced that if the building swayed, I’d fall out of bed. So, I’d charge into my dad’s room and ask if I could sleep in there with him. “Hold me tight, Dad, so I don’t fall out of bed,” I’d say. And he would do just that, all night long. That’s all it took for me to sleep the rest of the night soundly.

  It’s been years since I’ve slept so peacefully. I honestly didn’t even think it would be possible until last night.

  Maybe it was being with Jake. All that time we’d been together, surfing and flirting and everything in between, led to an explosive moment between us and a night that I will never forget. Jake is a god on dry land, on the water, and in between my legs. I’m pleased to report that his patience carries into the bedroom as well.

  The storm raged all night long, but we were too wrapped up in each other to care, even when the electricity went out.

  “Should we stop?” I panted.

  “Nothing could stop me from this,” he said and kissed me hard.

  Maybe it was merely having Jake in the house, with his big strong limbs wrapped around me, making me feel safe for the night.

  Either way, when I wake up and see him sleeping beside me, there’s a calmness I haven’t felt in months. I know in my heart that he’s my champion, whether I needed one or not. That’s why it’s wrong that I haven’t been honest with him. I’ve got to tell him some form of the truth before this goes on much longer.

  His eyes crack open and he smiles when he sees me.

  “Good morning,” I whisper. “The storm has passed.”

  “Has it?” he asks and stares at me.

  Sometimes, I wonder if he can see right through me.

  “For now,” I answer and stroke his ear.

  He leans into my touch and gazes at me. “What are you doing today?”

  I lau
gh a little. “What I do every day—pretty much nothing.”

  It’s kind of a joke, but he doesn’t laugh. He quietly replies, “Come with me somewhere?”

  “Where?”

  “My private beach.”

  Private beach?

  It’s not that I didn’t believe Jake, but it was hard to wrap my mind around it. Even now as I’m standing on it, I don’t exactly believe it.

  After we dropped off Fred at Animal Control and picked up some food for the weekend, Jake drove us fifteen minutes out of town and turned off on a narrow dirt road that you can hardly even see because of all the vegetation. His truck was able to handle the drive down to the cabin, which was basically like going off-roading over the rough terrain.

  When the road ended, we parked and hiked down a big hill with our backpacks slung over our shoulders to a house on stilts with a wraparound deck. Apparently, Jake doesn’t carry the key on him, so he had to dig the spare out of a planter on the porch. The house he inherited from his dad is a little rustic, but open, and has three bedrooms. Jake’s tour led to the deck and a staircase down to a small cove with gentle waves rolling onto a sandy beach that’s about fifty yards wide. And that’s where we’ve stood for the past few minutes as I look around in awe.

  “This is yours? Like, no one else can come here?” I ask, still trying to grasp it as I stare out at the Pacific.

  “Right, the property lines are basically three acres to the right and left of us.”

  “So this sand is yours?”

  “Mine.”

  “And those big rocks over there?” I ask and point to boulders the size of my college dorm room.

  “Mine.”

  “And the road we drove in on?”

  “It’s all mine, newbie,” he says and throws his arm around my shoulders.

  A wild idea strikes me and I drop my bag. “So, I could just do this…” I say and turn to him while grabbing the hem of my shirt. His sunglasses slip to the tip of his nose while he watches me pull off my top and bralette and toss them into the air.

  He clears his throat. “Yes, you could do that.”

  “And can I do this?” I ask, digging my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and raise an eyebrow in his direction, waiting for his permission. He doesn’t give it. Instead, he closes the distance between us and gently pulls my hands away from my shorts.

  “Only if I do it,” he says and drops to his knees in front of me. He licks his lips and flips his sunglasses off into the sand. His hands glide over my breasts, giving them a light squeeze, and then down over my belly. He gets to the button of my denim shorts and undoes it slowly. Same with the zipper. I’m already dying for him to touch me. He pulls my shorts down over my ass and past my thighs until they’re around my ankles. I kick them off and don’t see where they land.

  He takes hold of my hips and leans back on his heels. “This little bit of fabric might be the end of me,” he says, admiring my turquoise thong and running his thumb over it. A warm rush of pleasure courses through my body from his single touch.

  He goes on. “It matches your eyes.” I’m not sure I’d call my eyes something that exquisite, but his words make me absolutely melt.

  Jake’s hands move from my hips to my bottom, and he’s infuriatingly gentle and slow about it. Perhaps he’s savoring this, or maybe he feels like we’ve got all the time in the world. I sure hope we do. After what feels like an eternity, the panties come down and join the rest of my clothes in a pile on the sand.

  “You’ll burn,” he murmurs into one of my thighs and presses his lips against my skin.

  “I’ve got lotion in my bag.”

  He reaches over, digs it out, and comes back to a sitting position on his heels. “I don’t want you to burn,” he says and starts a comprehensive process of covering me in lotion.

  “That’s because you want to fuck me later,” I tease.

  “You’re not wrong, newbie.”

  I opt to negotiate. “How about you fuck me now, and we forget about the lotion?”

  He tilts his head to the side. “Mmm…tempting.” But he doesn’t stop. He covers every inch of me and takes particular delight in covering all the little crevices, even between my toes.

  “Jake,” I say and put a hand on his shoulder. He tosses the bottle of lotion to the side and gazes up at me. I pull my ponytail loose and let my hair dangle around my face. I toss my sunglasses, the same ones I stole, into the sand as well. He pulls me closer and starts to kiss my belly and up to the underside of my breast. His mouth latches onto a nipple and gives it a good suck. They’re both so sensitive from last night’s activities, but the hurt flips quickly to pleasure.

  I need him like nothing else, but I think I’d also enjoy teasing him. When he pulls away from my breast, I crouch down and straddle his thighs. He welcomes this with a huge smile on his face and goes right after my mouth. His kiss packs such a punch that I’m almost thrown off my little game. With his arms wrapped around my back, I’m not sure how I’ll pull it off, but I’m sure he’ll give me the opportunity at some point. I slide a little bit further up his lap and can feel his enormous erection against my pelvis. Sweet Aunt Sally. My hips move on instinct, and we make the kind of grinding contact that’s bound to make us lose ourselves to lust.

  He groans into my mouth, and it makes me squeeze everything below my waist in response.

  There’s no way I’m going to be able to pull this off. He’s got me good. My brain has turned itself over to its primal instincts, and I can’t plot or plan anything further than getting him inside me.

  When his mouth leaves mine and goes to my neck, it’s the slip of daylight that I need to make my move.

  I’m panting, but I manage to say, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  He doesn’t say a word. He leans back and reaches behind his shoulders to pull off his t-shirt. And that’s my window of opportunity. I take advantage of my new pop-up strength and get to my feet in a flash, and then dash toward the water.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he shouts.

  I look over my shoulder to see him chasing after me. His shirt is already off and he’s working on his shorts. As quickly as I can, I wade into the water, past a school of itty bitty fish, and dive under. When I come back up, he’s diving too and gets to me demigod-fast, his arms going around my thighs and spreading my legs to wrap around him as he comes up and out of the water. “There, that’s where you belong,” he says as he takes us a little deeper in so that the water is up just past his elbows. Our mouths collide as his erection cradles itself between my folds. I couldn’t possibly want him more.

  It didn’t take long to share our health statuses with one another since we used his single condom. The feel of him bare is better than I could ever imagine and I want to feel that again.

  “Please,” I beg.

  He grunts his approval and adjusts himself to find me beneath the surface. He slips in, and the feeling of being weightless and filled by him is incredible. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, and I kiss his salty lips. To my surprise, he pulls out of me and carries me to the shore. I thought for sure we’d go for this in the water, but he probably knows something I don’t. Maybe it’s that whole never turn your back on the ocean thing.

  He sets me down on the wet sand, where a shallow amount of water sweeps up every few seconds or so.

  “Here?” I ask, figuring that he took me the minimum distance to safety before starting up again.

  Jake nods and goes for my right breast, pulling my nipple in between his lips like it’s his for the taking. His fingers find my center and circle around my swollen clit. It’s my favorite kind of agony.

  The wetter I get for him, the more serious he becomes. His concentration moves away from my breasts to my face and he starts watching me. He wants to see the moment that I fall apart in his hands, and without a doubt, I will give that to him. I’m so worked up by everything that’s happening. The sun is shining down on us, the water is co
ol and clear, and the sand beneath me is wet and smooth. His fingers are perfectly rough and his gaze is smoldering. It’s all so much and I feel like the center of the fucking universe about to implode on myself.

  “Feel good?” His voice is that husky way it gets when he’s turned on like he’s the rawest version of himself.

  I nod, and he does some special little trick that he picked up at some point last night. I’m entirely done in. I think I say his given name, or Thor, or something hopefully associated with him as I nose dive into the sensation that’s coursing through me. When I come back to the surface, I find his eyes and they’re as dark as the rocks that border the beach. He scurries to position himself between my legs and slides himself right in. The pleasure is unreal and far better than in the ocean.

  “I won’t last, not after all that,” he says and starts pumping rapidly. I go along for the ride, enjoying him and this moment in time. His release comes quickly and he collapses on top of me for a brief moment before rolling us over, so that I’m lying on top of him. My muddy backside faces the heavens, and he pulls me in for a sweet kiss. He puts his hand into my hair and looks up into my eyes. The connection between us goes beyond the physical, that much is clear. I’m soft for my demigod, and I think he feels the same way.

  After we rinse off in the outdoor shower and collect our clothes, I see a bunch of surfboards beneath the deck.

  “Were you going to give me a lesson today?” I ask.

  “I think you just gave me one,” he says and yanks me by the hand up the stairs and into the house to make me lunch and take a nap together in the hammock on the deck.

  It’s pure paradise.

  Jake

  “Thank you for dinner,” Audrey says as we walk out onto the back deck. “That pasta was delicious.”

  “I’m glad you liked it. I started off making SpaghettiOs for dinner every night when my mom left. I knew I needed to add a few things to my Italian repertoire.”