AlwaysYou

by Karen Stivali

  Jon left his hand on her back as they made their way across the floor to a small, secluded table overlooking the ocean. “It’s beautiful,” Shari said as soon as the hostess had left.

  “So are you.” Jon’s eyes twinkled, the sunset reflecting off his face.

  She felt the flush creep across her cheeks and wondered how noticeable it was in the dusky light.

  The waitress came over to take their drink order and light the candle on their table. She recited the specials then disappeared to fill their order.

  Jon peered at her from over his menu. “What are you having?”

  “Everything sounds great. I have no idea. What about you?”

  “Not a clue. I’m starving.”

  “What are you in the mood for? You like it spicy?” She imitated the accent of the counter girl from lunch.

  Jon laughed. “You know I do.”

  The waitress placed a tequila sunrise in front of Shari and set a tall beer by Jon. “Are you ready to order or you need a few minutes?”

  Jon raised an eyebrow at Shari. “You want to split an order of fried calamari while we decide?”

  “Sounds great.” Calamari was one of her favorites. Phil hated it and didn’t even like if she ordered it in front of him.

  “Can we get some extra hot sauce with that?” Jon grinned and Shari shook her head.

  “You’re such a flirt.”

  He took a sip of his beer, licking the foam off his upper lip. Shari felt her heart skip a beat.

  They perused the menu and by the time the waitress brought their calamari they were ready to order. Chilean sea bass for Shari with the mixed green salad and pineapple coulis. Double Jamaican jerk pork chop for John with fried plantains.

  The calamari was wonderful, crispy and chewy with just the right hint of spiciness. “Take the last piece,” Jon said. “You know you want it.”

  She smiled and popped the final ring into her mouth. I want you.

  The waitress told them the kitchen was running a little slow and asked if they wanted refills on their drinks. Shari asked for a glass of water and Jon was glad. He didn’t want her to get sloshed tonight. If anything happened between them he wanted to know that it wasn’t because her inhibitions were down. He wanted it to be real.

  He noticed her swaying to the music. “Do you want to dance?”

  She looked surprised. “Sure.”

  He took her hand and helped her up. Her skin was silky smooth and she still smelled amazing. They wove through the crowd on the dance floor until they found a clearing near the band. He placed his arm around her waist as their hips rocked in rhythm with the reggae beat.

  Her skin had a warm apricot glow from the day in the sun, her hair blew back off her shoulders in the gentle ocean breeze, her tan legs peeked out from the open slit of her dress with every step she took. He’d never seen her look more lovely. The song ended and everyone clapped. Shari turned toward the band and leaned back against him. He wanted to spin her around and kiss her but she tipped her head back to look at him and pointed to their table. “Our food’s ready.”

  He followed her, unable to keep his eyes off her ass as she sashayed toward her chair. He sat, trying to find a comfortable position, glad he’d opted to leave his shirttails untucked.

  The meal was delicious. The sun had made its final dip below the horizon, the sky just barely glowing with the last of its light. Shari sipped at the remains of her drink, staring out at the ocean. “Do you want to take a walk on the beach?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I’d love to.”

  Jon wrote their room number on the dinner check and slipped some cash into the leather binder for the waitress. They walked down the plank onto the sand.

  Shari grabbed on to Jon’s arm. “I have to take these off.” She slipped out of her shoes, hooking their straps over her fingers. “You should take yours off too.”

  He stepped out of them and bent to pick them up, pausing to look at her legs as the wind blew the dress tight against them. She walked ahead, straight into the gentle surf that lapped at the edge of the sand. “Mmmm, that feels wonderful. It’s like bath water.”

  Jon cuffed his pants legs up and walked beside her. The beat of the music faded off into the distance as they strolled the deserted beach. Moonlight glittered on the sand, making it sparkle like diamonds. “Do you remember the first time we were on the beach together?”

  “Jody Reynolds’ nineteenth birthday party, at Fire Island.”

  Jon smiled. “Yep.”

  “That was a crazy weekend. Do you remember the fireworks? And the pig roast?”

  “I sure do.”

  She giggled, the sound reverberating through him. “I remember talking to you all night by the fire. As I recall, my date passed out before midnight.”

  Jon chuckled. “Half the guests passed out before midnight.”

  “I’d forgotten all about that party. What on earth made you think of it?”

  “Because ever since that first night on the beach I’ve wanted to do this.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her toward him and lowered his lips to hers.

  She tensed in his arms and for a moment he thought he’d made a huge mistake, then he felt her fingers slither into his hair. He heard her shoes drop to the sand. Her body leaned in to his and he realized she was kissing him back.

  For all the times he’d envisioned kissing her, nothing had prepared him for the intensity of having her in his arms. Her lips were buttery soft and sweet as caramel. Years of desire concentrated in his fingertips as they grazed her supple skin. Unbearable tension spiraled through his groin and he yearned to pull her closer, to have every inch of them touching. She crushed her breasts against his chest, the swollen buds of her nipples pressing against him, sending shock waves of pleasure straight to his cock. He forced himself to go slow, savoring every delicious moment.

  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 stra
ight.

  “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.

  His lips brushed over hers as he climbed on top of her, feeling her slender fingers wrap around his cock, guiding him into place. So hot. Her skin burned against him, surrounding him as he inched his way in. Shari clutched his hips, dragging him closer, and she contracted all around him.

  He bent his head to her breasts, sucking each firm nipple into his mouth, feeling her muscles tighten around his cock in reply. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him back up to her lips. He went gladly, loving the feel of her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, sending aching waves of pleasure shooting from his groin down his legs.

  Shari’s body was slick with sweat, the sheets growing slippery beneath them as they moved together. She ground her pelvis against his and he could feel that she was about to climax. He loved how responsive she was; his every move seemed to send her further into the moment. She trembled beneath him, drawing him in with such force he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.