Elliot pulled her close and with his big hands on the backs of her thighs, encouraged her to wrap the rest of her body around him too. Her ankles hooked around his back, he slid one hand up to squeeze her backside and the other went directly to her core, his lips never leaving hers. There was no teasing this time, no wondering what he was going to go. He just slid his fingers inside her folds and found the spot that was sure to make her detonate. He stroked her, back and forth, while he squeezed her behind and his mouth devoured hers. Julia felt her orgasm building around him, squeezing him in a blazing rhythm. Her hips moved too, rubbing her sensitive flesh against his stomach as he worked her into a faster pace. She broke her mouth free, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life, her entire being shredded into a thousand pieces, mouth open on a soundless scream.
She kept her eyes closed while she collected herself and came down, Elliot peppering gentle kisses along the side of her face and down her nose.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly.
Elliot grunted. “It was a real hardship, but I got through it somehow.”
Before she could say anything else, he let her legs go, turning her around and pushing her up by the small of her back. With her head resting on his shoulder, she floated on the water in front of him.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” he whispered. “No, don’t move,” he told her when she tried to look up to see. “I just want to sit here for a second and look at you in this incredible moonlight.”
And that’s what they did. For long, contemplative moments, they floated around the ocean, their bodies lapped by the gentle waves, and listened to the sound of nature. It was exactly what she hadn’t known she was looking for, and everything she’d needed in that moment.
“You sleeping on me, Shorty?” Elliot asked.
“No.” Her voice was quiet against the sound of the ocean.
“Are you done skinny dipping for tonight? Can we go inside so I can love you, now?”
He shifted in the water and she knew he was bringing them back to shore.
Hand in hand they climbed out of the water and up the beach, back through the open doors of the bedroom.
“Do you mind if I take a few minutes in the bathroom?” she asked.
He kissed her on the back of the head and swatted her behind. “No. I’ll be here when you get out.”
Julia went into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her. She started the shower and looked at herself in the mirror, leaning on the counter. Was she ready for this? Could she give herself to him like this? Was she too vulnerable right now?
Cathy, her therapist, had suggested that waiting until she was absolutely sure was the best policy. Julia considered the last few weeks and the progression of her friendship with Elliot. Was she sure? Was the upheaval of her life already too much on her plate? Would adding sex into the mix confuse things?
Julia considered all that as she showered and dried herself, letting the normalcy of her routine quell her worry. Despite what she didn’t know about how things might turn out with Elliot or where their future might lead, she was sure about wanting him for herself. He’d been patient and giving, so far, content to let things unfold as naturally as they could. He hadn’t pressured her for more or seemed in any kind of hurry. She liked that—it evened out any anxiety she might have had about rushing out of her comfort zone. Even as she dried off, contemplating where things might go, the only part that worried her was not getting enough of him.
That seemed a sign all on its own. She wasn’t worried things would go bad or she’d be a disappointment to him. She worried they wouldn’t have enough time together or that she wouldn’t be able to touch him everywhere she wanted.
It suddenly seemed pointless to put on a bra or panties as she was just planning to take them off anyway so she didn’t bother. She grabbed one of the resort robes off the bathroom shelf and put it on before she walked out of the bathroom.
Elliot sat on a lounge chair on the bedroom patio, watching the ocean lazily lap the sand. He was also freshly showered and in nothing but a pair of gym shorts. His bare chest, adorned with a dark patch of hair, that ran all the way down though his abs, was clear in the moonlight. She’d never had much time to admire his body the way she’d like. He really was a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome describing him perfectly.
“I’m not sure where you got clothes for me or how that all works, but thanks,” he said, his voice gruff before he opened his arms to her. She cuddled herself onto his lap and into his hold, watching the ocean with him. “This is nice,” he said.
“Mmm,” Julia hummed in agreement.
After a few minutes, he interrupted the mesmerizing sound of the crashing waves. “So, I wanted to tell you something.”
“Okay,” she answered hesitantly.
“I have this wedding to go to. It’s in Rhode Island on the beach in a couple months. I RSVP’d a few days ago and I put you as my plus one.”
She levered herself up, twisting around to look at him. “So, you’re planning on us being together in a couple months?”
“I hope we are.” She went to turn around but he stopped her. “That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to be clear that when we’re there, there’s no running down the beach naked.” He ran his hand down the lapel of her robe and pulled it open a little, his hand slipping in and cupping her breast. “No nighttime skinny dipping.”
“Okay,” she agreed, adjusting so that she was straddling him.
Elliot took advantage of the belt of the robe being in front of him and untied it, slipping the material over her shoulders until she dropped her arms and it fell away. Julia leaned in, taking his mouth. He tasted like toothpaste and absolute freedom, something she’d never sampled before. Now that she had, she wanted to binge on him, take him all in, and never let him back out again.
It sounded crazy when she thought about it, but she couldn’t talk herself out of it either. He was nothing she’d ever wanted, but everything she needed and she inhaled him, her hands holding his lips to hers. He was brute strength, using his force to carry her load when she asked. He was blistering anger, his piercing eyes daring anyone to hurt her. He was a heavy blanket of eroticism, letting her take charge at every turn, willing to surrender to her no matter the cost to him. They were sealed together now, their lips fused as they breathed the same air, and she did inhale him.
Elliot moved so quickly she didn’t know how he did it. One minute she was straddling him, the next she was being cradled in his arms and placed on a soft, white sheet as he lowered himself on top of her. His hands wandered to her breasts while she explored the muscles of his back and the heat of his skin against her. He thrust forward, pushing his length against her, sucking her neck and making her squirm. Needing more of him, she pushed both hands under his shorts, palming his backside. He maneuvered out of them quickly, levering up on his arms so he could see his hard length rubbing against her. His lips were red and wet; his breath sawed in and out of his lungs.
“That looks so incredible,” Elliot murmured.
She lifted her head to watch, amazed. She’d never seen someone that looked like Elliot, in any way. His body was all hard angles and bulky muscles, but there was a still a softness to him. His skin looked supple and warm, and she reached down, unable to help herself, stroking the length of him, touching herself in the process, causing Elliot to let out a low groan. Somehow, that sound made any nerves she may have been feeling fall away, leaving her with nothing but empowerment.
She’d done that. She’d made Elliot feel that way.
Julia bit her lower lip and looked up to see Elliot’s face. He was staring at her with those burning-hot, gray eyes, watching her intensely.
“Do you like to watch?” he growled.
“I don’t know,” she admitted as she stroked him again, unable to stop her eyes from darting down to see what she was doing. In that moment, there was nothing too personal. Nothing off-limits.<
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“You do,” he confirmed for her, his lips crashing onto hers for a searing openmouthed kiss. His tongue swiped quickly at hers, a teasing flick that had her trying to follow him when he pulled away. “You’re definitely a lights on kind of girl.”
Elliot rounded his back, sucking one ripe, pink nipple into his mouth. Julia felt like her body was attached to an electric current, charges running through her limbs. Every time he sucked, licked, or touched her she detonated, explosions combusting under her skin. She nearly came off the bed when Elliot took his length in his hand and gently tapped it against her. He looked up at her face to watch her reaction when he did it again.
“Amazing,” he told her encouragingly.
Elliot slid down between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs, spreading her open as far as he could, again studying her most intimate parts. He used his fingers and thumbs in his exploration, adding his nose and mouth and tongue, literally worshipping her. For the first time, she thought of reciprocating the act and her senses went into overdrive. She saw herself in the same position he was in, using her mouth and tongue in reverence. She caught fire then and flew over the cliff, the jump long and exhilarating, the splash of relief not coming until after a free-fall that had her lungs heaving as she screamed his name.
While she recovered, Elliot arranged her where he wanted which thrilled her immensely. For some reason, she liked the idea of Elliot using her for his pleasure, she wanted that for him and for her. He hauled her up to straddle his thighs as he sat up and then pushed her back so she leaned on her hands.
“Now we can both watch,” he explained, panting and using his fingers to spread her open.
He was on fire when he thrust into her and she parted open like a flower for him. The scorching brand of his gaze was nothing compared to how he felt seated inside her. Now he was a part of her, stretching her to limits she didn’t know she had but wanting more nonetheless.
“You feel so good,” Elliot whispered, pulling her body up with a hand at the small of her back, holding her still on his lap. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his brow and beading on his chest.
“Why’d you stop?” she panted, trying to move her hips to get him moving again.
He didn’t answer, just grabbed her with both arms and pulled her to him, her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist.
That’s when it happened—she’d think later. That was the moment she fell, when he’d grabbed her and she’d wrapped herself in the safety of his embrace. That was the moment she’d given herself to him completely. He moved his hips at the same time she did, grinding against each other, grabbing each other’s skin, possibly holding on for dear life.
She started to climb again, her insides tightening on him as he pounded inside her. He watched where they were joined together, his head tilted down. As they moved, her breasts scraped against the stubble on his face and he squeezed her behind again, pumping into her until she gasped her way into a dizzying release. It came on suddenly, enough to catch her off guard and he held her tightly, groaning and thrusting once more.
They panted on the bed, intertwined for a long moment, catching their breaths and maybe taking stock of what had just happened.
“That was the most amazing experience of my life,” he ground out, almost sounding annoyed.
“Mine too,” she admitted. “I want to do it again.”
10
Elliot woke the next morning relatively late. He and Julia had stayed up late, making love long into the night, but he’d gotten a full night of restful sleep. By nine-thirty, he’d eaten breakfast, explored the beach, and gone swimming, all while Julia slept. Not just dozing, but knocked-out, dead-to-the-world, sleeping.
Still, he couldn’t take it anymore. He walked into the bedroom and stood to the side of the bed where Julia laid dead center, tangled in a mess of sheets, her hair absolutely wild around, her face smashed into a pillow. He put a knee next to her hip and splayed a hand over her stomach. She really was too thin. He thought she was a stunning woman, but he was smart enough to know that she didn’t eat enough to keep herself healthy. She worked long, hard hours and needed a better diet to keep a pace like she did. He would press her eventually about her control issues in the kitchen. He knew that and she had to know it, too. But for today, he’d just enjoy the feel of her, warm under his palm.
“Come on, Shorty. Time to wake up,” he said gently as he shook her. She didn’t even stir. “Julia,” he said firmly. Nothing. Not even a change in her breathing.
It wasn’t until almost noon that she finally stirred.
Elliot had been reading a newspaper he’d found on their doorstep when she began to come around. He said nothing, just watched as she took her time surfacing, fidgeting in the bed and trying to get comfortable. Eventually, she sat on the edge of the bed, her wild chestnut hair surrounding her.
“Good morning,” he said.
Julia grunted in response and without a word shuffled into the bathroom. Elliot followed her with his eyes, watching as she shimmied her panties down, propped her elbows on her knees, put her head in her hands, and peed.
He knew then that he must have been half in love with her because he was charmed. No pretenses, no lies, just real. His lips turned up as she finished and he went back to his paper, giving her some privacy.
When she returned, he noted that she’d left the panties in the bathroom and she had a bathing suit in hand. She slipped the bottoms on easily enough but struggled with the top. It had a lot of strings that were already tangled and getting worse by the minute. He’d decided to stay out of it, until she got frustrated and tried to climb back into bed.
Elliot jumped out of his chair and grabbed her around the waist, snagging the top in his fingers and tossing it aside. She didn’t need it anyway.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’ve been waiting all morning for you to get up.”
He hauled her to the kitchen and sat her on the kitchen counter. Standing before her, he framed her face with his hands, moving her hair out of the way and gently kissing her on the lips. She was soft and warm with sleep, pliable in his hands.
“Good morning,” he repeated.
Her green eyes were open but hazy with sleep. “Morning,” she rasped, her voice husky.
“You hungry?” he asked as he pulled a loaded fruit bowl closer to them.
Julia nodded so he pulled a few grapes loose, lifting them to her lips one by one and gently putting them in her mouth. He let his thumb graze her bottom teeth and hardened when she licked him for good measure. She smiled slowly at him, that dimple appearing in her cheek.
He’d be damned, but he thought it might be the first time he’d ever really seen her smile, at all.
He left her to eat a few bites of whatever she wanted while he grabbed her a bottle of water from the refrigerator and when she’d eaten and had a drink, he pulled her outside to the beach.
He snagged a few towels before they headed down to the clear blue water. Julia dropped to her knees, settling on her stomach while he sat next to her, looking out over the water. He admired not only the view, but the amount of privacy they had ensconced on their own island. He privately mused for a moment, thinking about the things that money could easily buy and the difference between how he lived and how Julia lived.
When he looked down a moment later, Julia had her head resting on her arms, her eyes closed, hair pulled up in a giant mess of a knot.
“Sleeping?” he asked.
“No. Do you want to lube me up?” She opened one green eye, crystal clear in the bright sunlight.
He looked at her, stunned. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”
“Me?” She tried to look appalled but failed miserably despite her straight face. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He grabbed a bottle of sunblock and threw a leg over her, straddling her extraordinary round ass, settling his hardening cock against her cheeks. Her bottoms were a bright orange color and there was a heart c
ut out of the material on the waistband. He put his fingers under the fabric and realized the cut-out would leave a tanned heart when she took the bottoms off. Cute, he thought with a laugh to himself. He squirted some of the lotion on his hands and rubbed it for long moments into the skin of her back and shoulders. He worked it into her sides before moving to her ass cheeks and then her legs. When he finished that, he helped her turn over and sat her up, pressing his lips against hers in a lazy, languid kiss before starting to rub lotion on her shoulders and up and down her arms. As he did, he took in more of the detail work of her tattoos. He felt like each time he looked at them, he discovered something new. His favorite parts were the colorful pieces, especially the Peter Pan scenes. He rubbed the lotion on, inspecting the lines and detail work, the color patterns and textures.
He stilled when his thumb brushed over a hard ridge under her skin. It was hidden under the ink at the base of her wrist, hard and raised. Startled, he grabbed her other hand and searched that wrist for the same mark, a cold slither of horror sliding over his spine, the hair on the back of his neck standing up when he found it.
When he looked up, her sea-green eyes watched him, waiting. Her face was carefully blank and the Julia he’d been coaxing out of her shell was nowhere in sight. Not knowing what to say, he set her wrists down and asked her to lay down. For the first time since he’d known Julia, he wasn’t so distracted by the feel of her breasts under his hands and the sight of her nakedness that he couldn’t think as he rubbed lotion on her chest. All he was doing was thinking. What the hell had happened to her? And why had she done that?
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