Once they were off the boat, they headed to the kitchen to see what they could confiscate to take with them. Kyle tried to run through schedules in his head, hoping that since he saw Miller at breakfast that he had the night off and wouldn’t be in the kitchen now. He was incredibly grateful for the advice he’d been given this morning, but he didn’t want to have to explain to the man that the girl in question was the niece he’d raised since she was an infant. Come time to level with her uncles, he figured it would be easy enough to convince Miller that he was good enough for Drea. He might have been her father figure, but he was a romantic at heart and Kyle knew he wanted Drea to find what he’d had with her aunt.
Grabbing an assortment of cheese and crackers, fruit, and Drea’s favorite potstickers, they headed back to Drea’s. After taking a blanket from inside, they spread it out on a section of Big House Beach that extended in front of the porch on her cottage.
They enjoyed the relative quiet of the private beach as they ate, with the muted beat of the music coming from the main part of the resort blending in with the waves crashing onto the beach. Kyle kept waiting for Drea to break the silence, but she simply sat there, chowing down on the potstickers like it was her last meal. When she finally held out the plate with the last potsticker on it, motioning for him to take it, he couldn’t help but let out a huge laugh.
“Oh, so now you share!”
“What? I am letting you have the last one. If I have ever done anything to let you know that you’re special to me, this is it,” she said, a bright smile on her face.
He leaned in and kissed her lightly, her smile never fading. “I do know how special it is that you’re sharing this last potsticker with me, and I am so very honored.” He took it off the plate, dipped it in the tangy brown sauce that accompanied it, and reached out toward Drea’s lip, motioning for her to open her mouth. “But I also wouldn’t dream of taking the last one from you.”
She opened her mouth and bit down on the potsticker, slowly pulling away, leaving half of it in his hand still. She chewed methodically, as if trying to tease him. Swallowing even more slowly than she chewed, Kyle couldn’t help but watch her throat, wondering if she’d always been this tempting when she ate. She leaned in for the last bite, which he gladly provided, this time her lips closing around his fingers, slowly sucking the last bit of potsticker into her mouth. He’d been sporting a semi ever since they got off the boat, but with her mouth on his fingers like that, his cock instantly grew harder than he thought possible.
“You’re killing me,” he said, through slightly gritted teeth, not wanting to let his lust take over. This night was about the two of them being together, figuring out what the new them looked like. As much as he wanted to take her right here, he didn’t want her to feel that he was only in this for the sex.
“What? Did I do something wrong? If you wanted the last one you should have said something, or just eaten it!” she exclaimed, looking horrified.
“Oh sweetness, what am I going to do with you?”
“Kiss me more?” She leaned in toward him, and he gladly obeyed.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d start to wonder if you weren’t just after my body,” Kyle joked.
“Well, I, um,” she muttered, her cheeks starting to blush.
“Hey, no secrets. We’ve never held back before, now would be a pretty bad time to start.”
“I was just going to comment that I may have spent a fair amount of time wondering what exactly you were packing in those board shorts of yours.”
He reached over, grabbing her arm, and pulled her into his lap, sending the last of the crackers flying all over the blanket. He situated her so her legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms circling her, his hands coming to rest on her lower back. He ground up into her core so she could feel exactly what he was packing, and just how much she had its attention. She reached up and looped her arms around his neck, clasping them so she could hold on. Leaning in for a couple of chaste kisses, he pulled back again and gazed into her eyes.
“Confession, I have spent a fair amount of time thinking about what was under your swimsuit too.”
“Really?”
“Really. Another confession: I should probably be ashamed to admit this, but I have spent plenty of nights jerking off to thoughts of you.”
“Confession,” she whispered, looking away from him. “That makes two of us.”
“Slow your roll there, sweetness. Are you telling me that cute, sweet, angelic Drea not only has a need for a spank bank, but that I’m in it? Well damn,” he exhaled. Just when he thought it was not possible for his cock to be any harder, she said things like that.
“Leona refers to it as the “rub tub,” but yeah…” she trailed off. “Sorry if that’s an overshare.”
“Not at all. I could go on for days about all the things I have dreamed of doing to you.” He pulled her in for a kiss, taking a moment for deepening it, sweeping her tongue with his. She whimpered, pushing her core against his erection. Her hands moved to his hair as they continued to kiss, slowly moving across his scalp in rhythm with his lips.
He moved his hands around to her sides, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it, inch by inch, until it required they break away from each other to pull it over her head. She looked down at her swimsuit, biting her bottom lip. Kyle released her shirt, throwing it off to the side somewhere, then returned his hands to her breasts.
“These babies, oh man. The endless hours I have thought about them.”
“What about them?” she asked shyly. He wasn’t sure where this side of Drea had come from, but he knew one thing, he needed to make it go away. He wanted his fun, confident Drea back.
“What haven’t I thought about? I’ve thought about touching them, squeezing them,” he answered, running his hands over them lightly. He ran his hands back down them, cupping a boob in each hand, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze. He reached around and unclipped the back of her bikini top, slipping it from her arms. His gaze fell to the two stunning orbs before him, sending his pulse into rapid-fire with excitement.
“These might be the most beautiful tits I have ever seen,” he muttered. “So much better than I imagined. Oh, have I ever imagined taking these nipples between my fingers, stroking them, loving them, tweaking them.” His actions followed his words, as he slowly ran his fingers over her pert nipples, letting them pebble under his touch. Taking each between his forefinger and thumb he pinched each one. Drea felt a bolt of lust shoot through her, and she moaned as he continued.
“More than anything, though,” he said, lowering his head, “I’v
e pictured myself burying my face in them. Getting lost in your cleavage, sucking on each nipple until you cried out my name and begged for my cock.” Just as he finished his words, he drew in her left nipple, sucking hard. She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips as he continued to suck, never letting up on playing with her right one either.
