AlwaysYou (4 page)

Shari had imagined what it would be like to kiss Jon but
none of her fantasies came even close to the reality of having his mouth
pressed against hers.
His lips were smooth and warm.
She wove her fingers into
his hair and felt him grip her waist firmly, pulling her toward him.

His tongue flicked against her lower lip, enticing her.
He
tasted sweet and spicy.
The dizzying rhythm of his mouth made it impossible for
her to focus on anything other than him.

Jon’s strong hand cupped the back of her head, his thumb
caressing her cheek, leaving her tingling from head to toe.
A wave rushed
farther up the sand, washing over both their feet.
She’d forgotten they were
still on the beach.
The water startled her and she pulled back, trying to catch
her breath.

Jon rested his forehead on hers, his hand still curved
around her waist.
He pushed her hair back over her ear.
“I’ve wanted to do that
for so long.” His voice was gravelly, thick with emotion.

“I’m glad you did it.”

His mouth was back on hers before she could even complete
her thought.
He moved against her and she could feel him, long and hard beneath
his clothes.
He slid his hand down to her breast, his thumb slowly circling her
nipple as his mouth slid to her neck.
His silky hair tickled her chin as he
kissed his way along her collarbone.

Shari ran her hands beneath his shirt, sliding up the deep
ridges of his back then drawing forward, toward the bulge in his pants.
A low
growl rumbled out of him as she curled her fingers around him, stroking him
through the fabric before she started searching for his zipper.

Jon lowered her onto the sand, just out of the ocean’s
reach.
His fingers began to undo the buttons of her dress.
The warmth of his
lips against her flesh contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.

She worked her way through the layers of pants and boxers
until her fingers found his steely length.
He was long and thick, his skin as
smooth and hot as freshly ironed silk.

His breath rasped out of him as he covered her breasts with
kisses.
“I want to make love to you.”

There was nothing she wanted more, but practicality took
over her brain.
“We don’t have a condom.”

“There’s more than one way to make love.” He kissed his way
back up to her mouth.
His fingers slid up the inside of her thigh at a
maddeningly slow pace.
She rolled her hips toward him and felt him smile
against her lips.

He reached her panties and trailed a finger along the leg
line, barely grazing her tender skin.
His thumb caressed her through the thin
material before he slipped his fingers down her leg his mouth still working on hers,
leaving her breathless.
He made his way back up, stopping just short of
contact.
The heat that radiated off his hand made her quiver in anticipation,
then he finally touched her.

The sensation was too much.
She broke their kiss and moaned,
her neck arching back against the sand as his fingers slipped between the slick
folds of her skin.
He kissed his way down the length of her body, blazing a
trail from her neck to her breasts then her belly, teasing her with every
movement.

His fingers slowly strummed against her, dragging out each
pass into a torturous stroke of pleasure.
She’d never had a man take his time
like this, as though each touch were meant to be enjoyed on its own.
His lips
traveled lower, across her hipbone, down toward the throbbing sensation he was
creating with his hands.

Jon dragged his fingers through her wetness, his hot breath
exhaled against her moist flesh.
He kissed her ever so gently as he continued
to stroke, his tongue slowly replacing his fingers, slithering through her
layers.
The fire he was creating coursed through her body in waves as she
writhed beneath him.
Each sweep of his tongue was like its own lick of flame,
igniting every nerve ending.
She didn’t want it to stop but she felt herself
giving way.
His strong hands steadied her as she began to shake and the orgasm
tore through her.
She cried out, her hips bucking against him.
The waves lapped
at her feet as the aftershocks continued.

Jon sat back on his haunches, staring down at her.
The
moonlight lit him from the side, his golden hair reflecting the soft light, his
eyes glittering.
“You’re so beautiful.” He traced his hands along her legs
again.

She sat up slowly, still trying to catch her breath.
“That
was amazing.”

He grinned, his fingers curving around her waist.
“You’re
amazing.”

She shifted her legs so she was kneeling in front of him and
leaned forward to kiss his neck.
She glided her hand down his rock-solid chest
until she found his cock.
His skin was impossibly hot as she stroked, long and
slow, just as his fingers had teased her.
Breath hissed out of him as she
circled a finger around his silken tip.
He tilted his head back, the muscles in
his neck extended, his jawline achingly beautiful.
She traced his lips with a
fingertip and just as his tongue wrapped around her finger she took him into
her mouth.

His echoing groan filled her with desire as she slithered
her tongue down the length of him, taking him as deep inside her throat as she
could manage.
Sucking slowly, she flicked her tongue against him as she raised
and lowered her head.
The waves rushed around their legs and Jon braced
himself, strong arms anchored behind him on the sand.
She could feel him
swelling, his muscles tensing and she tightened her grip around the base of his
cock as she quickened the pace of her mouth.
His body froze beneath hers then
began to throb.
Thick streams of cum pulsed into her and she swallowed deeply,
sucking until his shuddering subsided.

“Jesus,” he whispered against her hair as she sat up.
He
kissed the side of her head, her cheek, her mouth, the taste of both of them
mingling on her lips.

Another rush of water passed over them, nearly knocking them
over.

“We’re all covered in sand,” Shari said, laughing.

“You’re right.
What do you say to a swim to rinse off?”

She followed him into the surf, the waves crashing against
them He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into another kiss.
She
couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy.

* * * * *

Jon was still in awe of the events of the evening as he
gathered his shoes and wallet from the sand and followed Shari toward the
hotel.
She looked like a mythical goddess, her white dress clinging to her as
she made her way across the sand.

As soon as they got closer to the hotel lights he noticed
that the water had made the thin fabric of her outfit translucent.
He grinned
as he watched her curves sway with each step.
“As much as I’m enjoying the
view, I think you may want to borrow my shirt.”

Shari turned, her lovely brow furrowed, then she looked
down.
“Oh my God.” Even in the moonlight he could see that she was blushing.

He quickly undid his buttons and wrapped his shirt around
her, holding it as she put her arms through the sleeves.
He gathered her wet
hair in his hand and lifted it out from beneath the collar, then started to
button her.
“You look awfully good in my new shirt.”

“You look awfully good out of your new shirt.” She ran her
hands over his chest and he wanted to pull her down onto the sand again.

“Please tell me you have condoms in the room.” He tugged her
against him, feeling the heat rise between them.

“I do.
This was supposed to be my honeymoon, after all.” A
flicker of sadness crossed her face.

He raked his fingers through her hair.
“That’s all behind
you now.
No looking back.
On to bigger and better things.”

“I’d say I’ve already accomplished that.” She ground her
hips against him with a smirk that made his loins ache.

“Really?”

Her lips pulled into a wicked grin.
“Much bigger.”

He kissed her, hard.
“Let’s get back to the room, now.”

Jon tried to act nonchalant as they rode the elevator up
with an older couple who were dressed to the nines.
The woman was keeping her
eyes averted but the man had no trouble eyeing the two of them, his disapproval
of their attire quite evident.

“Male modeling shoot,” Shari said.

“It’s a hard job, but someone’s got to do it.” Jon could
feel Shari start to shake with laughter.
The elevator door opened and they got
out, not making it two steps away before they both burst into hysterics.

“Oh my God, did you see the look on her face?” Shari was
laughing so hard her voice squeaked.
“I can’t believe you said that.”

Jon got their door open and pulled her inside, pressing her
against the wall and kissing her until her giggles subsided.
She wound her arms
around him and he lifted her up, feeling her feet lock behind him.
“We’re still
sandy.” Her voice shivered through him as her lips passed over his ear.

“I know how to take care of that.” He carried her into the
bathroom, flipping on the recessed light above the bathtub.

He started to unbutton her as he kissed his way down her
neck.
This time he could see her clearly and his breath caught in his chest.

She went to work on his pants, undoing his buckle, then
slowly gliding his zipper down along the length of him.
He fumbled with the
shower handle, turning the faucet to hot as her dress hit the floor.
She
shrugged out of her bra, revealing two perfectly round, puckered nipples.
He
bent his head, sucking one into his mouth.
“Mmm, lightly salted.”

She laughed, pulling him up and planting her lips on his.
“Sweet,” she whispered as she licked her way inside his mouth.

The room filled with steam and he stepped inside the shower,
his hands never leaving her.
He held her beneath the spray, slicking her hair
back with both hands, marveling at how beautiful she looked.

She grabbed the soap and started to lather her hands,
sliding them across his chest, then lower.

“Oh God,” he groaned as her slippery fingers slithered
around his balls then down the length of him.
“No more water,” he said between
kisses.
“Condom.
Now.”

Shari giggled at his caveman-speak, but she was no less
anxious to make love.
She wanted him.
They quickly rinsed off and made their
way toward the bed, tangled in towels and dripping across the floor.

“We’ll get the bed all wet,” Shari said.

“Then it’s good that we’ve got two of them.” Jon tugged her
down on top of him and she rocked against him.
His kisses were making it nearly
impossible for her to think straight.

“Wait.” She pulled away, reaching for her makeup bag.
She
dumped its contents onto the nightstand and blindly sorted until she grasped
the small square box.

“Thank God,” Jon said when she handed it to him.
He ripped
it open and extracted a silver packet.

“That’ll probably go on easier if you’re dry,” she said,
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his cock.
She stroked slowly, pleased
when she heard him groan.

“You need to stop that.
I want to make love to you, not the
bath linens.” He moved her hand and tossed the towel aside, his impressive
length bobbing in front of her.
He unrolled the condom in one swift motion, and
a flurry of excitement rippled through her.
“Come here,” he drew her down onto
the bed alongside him, his hands trailing up her legs.
“I may have needed to
dry off, but we need you wet.”

“Not a problem,” she said, her breath puffing against his
chest.

“So I see.” He slithered back and forth, rubbing his fingers
against her until she cried out.

“Please.
I can’t wait anymore.”

Jon couldn’t wait either.
He couldn’t believe this was
actually happening.
All the times he’d dreamt of having her naked beside him,
of tasting her, of being inside her, swirled together in a blur as the reality
of her overwhelmed him with its intensity.