“It’s not about having to,” she answered with another lick, this time from base to tip. “It’s about wanting to.”
With those last words, she knelt down, wrapped her whole mouth around him, and sucked. A wave of lust shot through Kyle at the feeling of her warm, wet mouth taking him in. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, using her tongue on the underside of his shaft on every upward motion. Kyle couldn’t believe the sensations he was feeling. She sucked cock like a goddess and there was no way he was going to last if he let her continue like this. He needed to be inside her and now.
He managed to somehow straighten himself up, unaware he’d even leaned back, and reached down to lift her up from her knees. Pulling her into him, he claimed her mouth, kissing her hard, his tongue dancing with hers in long, sweeping strokes.
“Did I do something wrong? I’ve never...so, I’m sorry if it was bad…” she whispered, looking away from him as she broke the kiss.
“You did everything right, sweetness. Maybe a little too right,” he said with a low laugh. “But as amazing as your mouth feels, I know that your pussy feels even better and that’s the only place my dick wants to be.”
He reached up her skirt, running his hand up the inside of her thigh, slowly moving toward her heat. When he finally reached his destination, he found her already wet, the little thong she had on soaked through. He ran his hand back and forth over the soaking fabric, getting her even more worked up.
“I like when you say things like that,” she murmured through her heavy breaths. She ground her hips against his hand, trying to create more friction.
“Yeah? You like when I talk dirty?”
She nodded, unable to form words as he continued to rub her. Taking his time, he moved the little bit of lace covering her sex to the side, finally making skin-to-skin contact. She let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a whimper, and it made him even harder in the process. He slowly inserted two of his fingers into her, and damn, was she tight. Her knees went weak when he entered her that way, and she had to grab ahold of his shoulders so she didn’t collapse.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, continuing to massage her insides.
When her knees quivered again, he gently pulled his fingers out and raised them to his lips. He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked her arousal off of them. She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes as he did so.
“You taste amazing,” he growled. “One more reason to call you sweetness.”
Kyle could see the blush creeping up her face in the moonlight. Reaching into his pocket, he found the condom that he’d grabbed before heading to shore, ripped it open, and rolled it down his cock.
“Come here, baby.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap, so she was straddling him. She positioned herself over him, and he slowly lowered her down his length. He let out a groan as he felt her tightness take hold of him.
They both remained still for a moment, taking in the feel of them coming together. She kissed him, in little tiny kisses, one right after the other. He shifted his hips to start grinding against her, but she slowed him down by taking on a tempo of her own. He was lost in the feeling of her moving up and down, back and forth on his shaft as she rode him. The look on her face told him she was just as lost in the moment as he was. Making love on the beach in the moonlight hadn’t ever been something he’d thought about, but damn if they weren’t going to have to try for a repeat performance at home.
Drea reached down between them, finding her clit with her middle finger, and started to rub furiously. Her whimpers and whines were becoming louder, but they were both so into the moment neither was concerned with who might hear.
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Kyle growled in her ear. Apparently those little words were all she needed. She exploded on him, her whimpers becoming silent as she fell apart in his arms. The feel of her pussy gripping him even tighter as she continued to move was pushing him over the edge too. He could feel his own orgasm building, and with a few last thrusts he came, hot and hard.
Coming down from her high, Drea collapsed against him, still straddling his lap. Her breath was labored, and he could feel her heart racing as she rested her forehead on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, letting her know that he was here, and he wasn’t letting go.
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Chapter Nineteen
Their impromptu beach tryst had left both of them wiped, but in a good way. After they’d righted themselves, they walked along the shore. The beach was still mostly quiet, with only a few other couples out and about, looking for the same kind of quiet, alone time that Drea and Kyle had been. The coolness of the ocean felt good against Drea’s ankles—her whole body still felt like it was on fire after what she’d just done. Hardly believing she’d been so bold, she was having a hard time keeping all of her feelings in check.
She thought about her parents, and how they had met right here twenty-seven years earlier. One of the few items she had from her mother was the journal Sofia had kept around the time of meeting Drea’s father. Miller had given it to her for her sixteenth birthday, holding back the tears as he watched her flip through it for the first time. It had quickly become one of her most cherished possessions, having spent hours and hours poring over the pages until she had almost memorized some of the entries.
Her parents had fallen for each other hard and fast, but it was obvious from reading her mother’s words that what they felt for each other was deep and true. The passion was clear to Drea, even all those years later, and for the first time in her life she’d felt a real connection to them. The journal entries chronicled all the major events of those months, from the night the guys met them on the beach, to Sofia’s confusion about whether Dave was serious about his proposal, to the magic that was their wedding day. The very last entry in the journal ended with Sofia revealing that she felt that she and Dave were “about to set out on our greatest adventure yet.” Taped just below it was a printed photograph of a positive pregnancy test.
Her favorite entry, the one she’d read over and over again, had been the one where Sofia had detailed their “first date.” It was the evening after the young men had crashed the party the sisters were at, having convinced them to give them a chance. The four of them had started out together, hanging out and window shopping in Old San Juan, and stopping at a street vendor for food. In her mind, Drea always assumed it was the empanada cart. After they had finished dinner, Dave had stolen Sofia away, giving his best friend a moment alone with her sister. They’d headed to Raíces Fountain, which had long been referred to as the most romantic place in the city. Although Drea had never understood what was so romantic about the fountain—she’d much preferred the whimsy of the umbrellas—she could appreciate that there had been something about it that had enchanted her mother. Their first kiss was in front of the fountain, and they had even taken a picture of themselves kissing. Sofia and Dave’s selfie skills with the old school film camera hadn’t been spectacular, so the photo was at a weird angle, but that only served to make the happiness and excitement all the more palpable.
After the fountain, they had apparently made their way back to the beach where they had met the night before, settling in the sand and watching the sun going down over the ocean. Sofia said in her journal entry that she knew then that Dave was her forever. Sofia hadn’t held back in her journal entries, and chronicled—in a little too much detail for a teenage Drea—just how she’d given herself wholly to Dave that night on the beach and never looked back. It was something that had weirded Drea out at first, reading about her parents doing such a thing, but as she got older she viewed it like she did any of the other books she read—two people who loved each other so much they just couldn’t hold back.
It wasn’t lost on Drea now that Kyle had unknowingly recreated her parents’ first date for them. It was part of what helped her let go and take the risk of seducing him in such a public venue. She’d felt so connected to her parents and their love in that moment she had to find a way to express it, and while she knew what she felt for Kyle was just as real as what her mother had felt for her father, she wasn’t quite ready to put it into words.
She wondered what Kyle was feeling in all this. She knew that this wasn’t a fling to him—he’d said as much a couple of different times now. But she’d been so far gone even before he kissed her that it hadn’t taken much to push her over the edge. She looked at him like Sofia had looked at Dave in all the photos in the journal, with stars in her eyes and the smile of a woman who had given her heart away.
Kyle’s voice startled her from her thoughts and brought her back to the moment.
“What?” she asked.
“I said how does some gelato sound? And then we can head back to the boat and curl up under the stars?”
