Heat Wave(87)

He hesitates until I give him my most venomous look. With a heavy sigh, he concedes. “Fine, fine. I guess it’s only fair.”

“Fuck yeah it’s fair,” I tell him.

He climbs onto the board and lies on it, looking over his shoulder at the waves. There’s one swell coming that would have been too big for me.

“That one,” I tell him.

He cocks his eyebrow. “Now who’s the bossy one?”

I swim away from him, heading toward the peak of where the waves are breaking and hang back there for the best vantage point, then turn back to see him start to paddle.

“Sing, bitch!” I yell.

He gives me something like a snarl and then starts. “I never meant to cause you any sorrow.” Like his Robert Plant impression, his Prince impression is dead on.

Even so, I yell, “Louder!”

“I never meant to cause you any pain!” he sings as he glides past me, getting on the board in such an effortless manner, like it’s as second nature to him as breathing, eating, fucking. Every muscle ripples, from his rigid abs, to his shoulders to his arms, and he truly looks one with the board, with the ocean, with the world.

“Purple rain,” he belts out, over and over again as he cruises toward the shore, the water shredding behind him. Once he reaches the beach, he hops off, grabs the board and comes back in towards me.

“Well?” he asks, pushing his wet hair off his forehead, a wet Adonis.

“That was something else,” I admit. “Color me impressed.”

“Color you purple?”

“Color me anything. You’re a triple threat. You can sing, surf and…”

“Make you come like crazy.”

My cheeks grow hot. I like to think it’s the sun. “Well in that case it’s countless since you have this habit of making me come over and over again.”

“You got a problem with that?” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me toward him. His eyes have gone from being light and teasing to half-glazed with arousal.

It’s funny how just a look from him can get my body humming and ticking like a finely tuned engine. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slips his fingers to the front of my bathing suit, rubbing them against me.

“Here?” I ask, looking around. We are definitely in public and though the nearest surfers are about halfway down the beach and there are some people sunbathing on shore, I have no doubt it would be pretty obvious if we were to screw right here and now.

Then again, I’m living a world of firsts lately.

“No one will know,” he whispers, leaning over and taking my lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it.

A small moan escapes from my lips, the pressure from his fingers growing harder. He reaches down with his other hand to free his cock from his shorts while I grab the board and lean back against it with my arms spread out.

“Can you touch the bottom?’” I ask as his lips go to my neck, sucking the salt water off of me.

“Mmhmm.” He pushes aside my bikini bottom and runs the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing oh so slowly.

To be honest, I’ve never had sex in the water before, and I’m grateful that he gets me wet and ready so fast, because when he starts to push in, it’s friction city. I suck in my breath, my fingers digging into the surfboard, trying to hold on.

“Just breathe,” he tells me, licking my earlobe. “I’ll take it slow until you tell me otherwise.”

I nod and let out my breath, feeling myself expand around him. The pressure of his fingers on on my clit fill me with an aching hollowness, like I need more of him inside, like I’ll never have enough of him.

“That’s it,” he groans, mouth at my neck. “Fuck yes. You’re so tight, Veronica, so fucking tight.”

I can’t say anything back to that, I can only breathe, my head back and face to the blue blue sky above. He starts pumping into me faster, deeper, controlled jabs of his hips against mine. The friction of the water seems to slow down time, making me feel every single inch of him as he thrusts in and out.

Someone has to be watching us, someone has to know that we aren’t just two people hanging out in the water. They have to know I’m getting royally fucked in public.

We’re so bad. But so, so good.

Each spot he hits brings me to a new level. I don’t know if it’s the shimmering water that envelopes us or the stark sunshine that illuminates everything, but I’ve never felt so alive and exposed at the same time. The darkness and the doubt and the guilt are banished for this sweet moment. It’s just us, all of our flaws and imperfections exposed. It’s us and we’re in this together, stronger for it.