by J. Lea
“Tell me something I still don’t know about you,” Jake breaks the silence. I look at him from the side, trying to think of something I haven’t already told him about me. I smile as I remember something.
“I have never been skinny dipping.”
“Oh, really?” Jake says, licking his lips. “Then this is the perfect opportunity to fix that.” He grabs my hand, and takes me to an alcove of rocks, obscuring us from other potential passersby.
“What are you doing?” I giggle, as he takes off his shorts, and throws them on a rock. He reaches out to grab the hem of my dress. “Jake, what if someone sees us?” I whisper as if anyone could hear us, but it’s unlikely since we haven’t seen a living soul on our walk. It’s also dark enough that we wouldn’t be easily recognized.
“Nobody’s here.” As he removes my sundress, he slides the straps of my bra down. He reaches behind my back with one hand, and the bra hits the sand. Panties follow. He puts his hand under my knees, and carries me to the water.
“No, no, no.” I try to wiggle out of his hold when I realize what he is about to do. In response, I only get a raised eyebrow, and an arrogant smile. Knee-deep in the water, he pauses, when I find myself holding back my breath. Before I know it, I’m flying in the air into the cold sea. I can only manage to let out a loud shriek. When I finally come up for air, I brush the hair away from my face.
“Damn, the water is icy!” I exclaim, which makes Jake chuckle. I swim over to him, and run a finger down his wet chest. I stealthily put my legs behind his, and pull him to me suddenly, trying to trip him, but he doesn’t move an inch. He’s as still as a statue. “Oh, come on!” I pout, and shriek as he does the same to me, easily pulling me underwater. When I resurface, Jake is watching me with a smirk on his face. “Don’t look at me like that! I had to try.”
“You can keep trying, but you’re not going to succeed,” he says smugly.
I slowly trudge toward him and lick my lips as I stand before him. “There’s one other thing you don’t know about me,” I say seductively.
“Oh, really? And what is that?” He still has that silly confident look on his face. I lean into him, and whisper in his ear.
“I’ve never had sex in the ocean.” Jake stills, and his eyes shoot to mine. I take this opportunity to dunk him in the water. As fast as I can, I swim toward the shore because I know I will be punished if he catches me. But I’m too late. In a flash, he is beside me. He grabs me by the hips, and crushes me to him. I can feel his steel-hard erection poking me in the back, and he glues his chest to my back.
“Oh, no, no, no. You can’t run away from me. Not now that I know your little secret.” Jake’s hands find my breasts, and his fingers tweak my swollen nipples. I arch my head back, against his chest, and let out a moan of pleasure. He lowers one hand down my body until it reaches my center, and his finger grazes my most sensitive spot. I gasp and close my eyes. Reaching behind me, I grab his hard-on. I hear his sharp inhale of breath, and I slowly start moving my hand up and down his shaft.
“Ella,” he groans in my ear, sending a wave of goose bumps all over my body, and my pulse quickens. “I need you more than I need my next breath,” his voice is urgent. My whole body is tingling with desire, and I can barely control myself. His skilled fingers keep circling my clit. I groan in pleasure, my climax nearing. “Yes, babe, come for me.” Not holding back anymore, I scream out his name as the waves of pleasure explode inside me, while I melt in his strong arms. If he wasn’t holding me so tightly against him, I would’ve collapsed into the water with my legs turning to jelly. Jake lifts me in his arms and carries me to the shallows, where he slowly puts me down and lowers his body onto mine. His gaze is determined, possessive, and so very sexy when his lips meet mine halfway. The kiss is hot, strong, and yet full of tenderness and love. “Fuck, the things you make me want to do to you… I want you so bad.” His tongue circles my breast, and I buck my hips up to him. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, and the next second he is buried to the hilt inside me.
“Oh, Jake…”
“I love the feeling… of being inside you,” he pants. The waves are crashing at us, the sand massaging our skin, but we are lost in our private little world. Jake is pounding into me with a determination, creating wonderful sensations all over my body. I feel the sand on his hands as he is caressing my skin, and his lips roam all over my face and neck. The burning heat low in my belly is increasing rapidly with each thrust of his cock, and I explode in pleasure. A few seconds later, Jake follows me, his orgasm hitting him hard, and leaving him panting above me. He showers me with kisses, and then he collapses in the water beside me. We are lying in the shallows, satisfied and happy.
The next morning, as the first sun rays are trying to fight their way through the slightly open blinds, we are lying in bed, me on my side, my head on his chest, our legs intertwined.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I say tenderly, and Jake squeezes me to his side even tighter, if that is even possible, before kissing my temple. Yesterday, we barely had the time to put our stuff into the closet and explore our surroundings. I like the house’s proximity to the beach, and how it’s done up in glass window walls, decorated with white vertical blinds. The kitchen flows into the living room, with a light brown table and four matching chairs in the middle. Sliding doors in the living room lead to a beautiful terrace with an adorable terrace swing. The house is enclosed with a white picket fence. I could get used to living here. I slowly free myself from Jake’s arms because I need to use the restroom badly, and my stomach has started complaining.
“Where are you going?” I hear Jake’s sleepy voice as I dress.
“I’m going to make us some breakfast. Do you have any special wishes?”
“Yes,” he smirks. “I’d like to eat you for breakfast.” I smile and throw a pillow at his head. “Hey, what was that for?” He pretends to be offended, leaning against the bed frame.
“That will have to wait. I’m starving.”
Jake shrugs. “It was just a suggestion,” he says, flashing me his panty-dropping smile. I walk around the bed to his side, and lean in to kiss him. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me into bed, lying on top of me.
“Jake, get off me. You’re heavy,” I laugh, trying to wiggle my way from under him.
“Oh, really?” he raises his eyebrow. “But when I’m on top, thrusting in and out of you, you’re not complaining,” he smirks.
“Yes, well, that’s different.”
“Different how?”
“Different,” I repeat, my face flushing red. “Please, Jake. I really need to pee.” I feel his hard erection pressing against my belly. If I didn’t have to use the toilet urgently, I’d already have succumbed to his charms.
“I love you, babe.” He kisses me and rolls off me.
“I love you too.” I smile as I walk to the bathroom. Jake is already waiting for me in the kitchen when I come out. We have breakfast together, and then we decide to spend some time on the beach.
Jake
“Babe, I’m back! I’m just going to grab a quick shower,” I yell as I come inside our cottage. It’s getting dark outside; I just ran my usual ten miles. I find it more enjoyable to run when it’s not so hot outside, so I usually go jogging early in the morning or later in the evening. And today we spent the majority of the morning in bed, I decided to stretch my legs a little, and took a jog on the beach. I also took this opportunity to call James. I wanted to know if there are any new developments, and I didn’t want to do it in front of Ella. I don’t want her to worry. Unfortunately, James had no new information.
I step into the shower, letting the cold water cool down my heated body. When I feel clean again, I dry myself clean with a towel, and step out of the shower. While I’m putting on my basketball shorts, I see a scroll of paper with a red satin ribbon around it on a shelf next to the sink. I read the note, written in Ella’s handwriting.
Happy birthday, baby. I know you already have everything you
could possibly want, so I wanted to make this present a bit different and special for you. But you’re going to have to work a little to get it :) Go to the terrace and find the next note, which will take you a step closer to the treasure…
A smile takes over my face as I head to the terrace. What is she up to? I slide open the glass doors, and step onto the veranda. It’s still pretty hot outside, even though the dark has already settled. I look around me, but I don’t see the note anywhere. Wrinkling my forehead, I look harder. In the corner, on the swing, I finally find a small red jar with a scroll of paper on top of it, also with a red ribbon around it. I grab the jar, smiling down at her note.
There is something else I’ve never done, and I’d like to try it with you. This is the first present. But, before that, find a key somewhere on the beach. Guess what it opens, and you’ll be a step closer to the treasure ;)
With a spring to my step, I hurry down to the beach, still holding the jar. The sticker on it says it’s some kind of a dye. What dye? I have no clue, but I guess I’m going to find out soon enough. Luckily, our little strip of the beach is small so it won’t take long to find the key. I approach the rocks where we first skinny-dipped together yesterday. It seems like I’ve examined every strip of the beach, but I can’t find the note or the key. Just as I’m about to give up, I see a red ribbon fluttering in the wind a few feet away on a rock. It’s wrapped around a bigger stone, and a note is attached. When I open it, a key falls out. I put it in my pocket, and read the note.
Somewhere in or around the house there is a door this key opens. It’ll bring you to the second present, and to the next note. Don’t take too long. I’m waiting for you…
My legs carry me to the house as quickly as possible. I’m holding the little key in my hand, wondering which door it could open. I’m sure it’s not some big door because the key is too small. I saw a shed behind the cottage earlier, and think that could be it. I eagerly run there. But when I try to slide the key into the keyhole, it doesn’t go in. What now? Are there any small doors inside the house the key could open? I discount this idea immediately since there are only two doors in the house—one leading into the bathroom, and one leading into the bedroom. And this key doesn’t open any of them. It’s getting darker by the minute, but there’s a light coming from the terrace that Ella must have turned on. I circle the house once again. I guess somewhere inside there must be some hidden door I overlooked. I’m not really surprised—my eyes only see Ella. I walk past our car and the mailbox, and then head across the small yard to the front door. I suddenly stop in my tracks. Mailbox. I look at the key, shining in my hand. I try my luck, and stick it into the keyhole on the mailbox. I hear a click as the tiny door opens. Bingo! A small folder falls out. I carefully pick it up, and swipe off the sand. Curious, I open it. My jaw drops to the ground when I see the contents: photos of Ella. Not just ordinary ones. Ella is posing for the camera in sexy poses, wearing lacy red lingerie that’s only covering the most important bits and pieces. “Damn, she’s so beautiful,” I whisper to myself, and trace my finger over the photo. Her hair is styled, and she’s wearing make-up that accentuates her exquisite facial features. Her lips are ruby red, and she’s wearing fuck-me-heels. I get hard in an instant, and I have to adjust the bulge in my shorts. I walk to the house, and sit by the table so I can examine the photographs better in the light. Damn, I’m such a lucky man. Ella is beautiful inside and out. There is a note enclosed in the back.
I hope you like them. They were taken especially for you, from me, with love. If you want to see more of that, wait for me in the bedroom… where you’ll find your last present!
Licking my lips, I leave the photos on the table, and hurry to the bedroom with long strides. When I open the door, all I see is darkness. I feel for the switch, but Ella’s voice stops me.
“No, leave it like it is,” she whispers with her sexy voice. “Sit on the chair,” she orders. Chair? There aren’t any chairs in the bedroom, I think to myself. “I set one in the middle of the room just for you.” I do as she says, and settle myself comfortably on the chair. I’m restless; I can’t wait to find out what her last present is. A quiet, seductive song starts playing from the speakers. One by one, candles light around the room—on the shelves, floor, and wardrobe. As Ella lights the last one, she blows the match out and turns to face me. The room is illuminated enough that when my eyes fall on her, the air is knocked out of my lungs. She’s wearing the same exact lingerie as in the photos, the same fuck-me high heels, and the red lipstick on her lips is making me crazy with lust.
“Ella, babe,” I say, my voice full of longing. She approaches me, and puts a finger on my lips.
“Shhh,” she says as she starts swaying with the music. She’s holding the red ribbon she used to tie the scrolls with. She’s moving her hips, seducing me with her eyes, and enticing me with her touches. Fuck, I’ve never been so horny in my life. She turns around, shaking her sexy butt in front of my face. I reach my hand out to touch her, but she spins around, smiling, and gently slaps my hand away. She wags her finger ‘no’, and steps away a few inches.
“Ella, I need to touch you.” My restless hands are shaking on my knees, and I can barely refrain from throwing her on the bed, and taking her. She stops behind my back, wraps the ribbon around my neck, and then leans my head back, and gives me a gentle, yet seductive kiss. I could kiss her for days. I groan, desire filling my entire body. She lets the ribbon fall to the ground, and starts moving to the left, her fingers caressing my face. When she’s facing me again, she unclasps her bra, wearing my patience dangerously thin. I want her, now! Her palms slide down her neck to her chest, bending her knees, and lowering her body seductively, making my head spin. “Babe,” I moan. Her legs start spreading, her ankles move to under her butt. My cock is screaming for release, trying to escape my shorts. I’m hard as steel. Ella slowly lifts herself into a standing position, winking at me. That’s enough. I’ve been patient enough. I can’t stand this torture anymore. Quick as lightning, I rise from the chair, and throw her on the bed. She lets out a surprised cry as she hits the bed and giggles.
“I wasn’t done yet,” she pouts.
“Oh, yes, you were,” I kiss her with abandon. I let her know with my actions that this was the best birthday present I’ve ever received. Even in my wildest dreams, I didn’t think she’d prepare something so incredibly sexy for me. I shower her with kisses, showing her how much I desire her. When we finally come up for air, she says:
“Where did you put that jar?”
“What jar?” I frown.
She rolls her eyes, smiling. “The first present.”
Oh, that. I forgot about everything, but Ella, as soon as I saw her in the bedroom. Who wouldn’t? “It’s in the kitchen,” I mumble, tracing her neck with kisses.
“Okay, doesn’t matter. I have one here,” she says. I look at her from the side. What is she planning with that paint? Ella wiggles her way out from under me, and pulls a jar from the drawer.
“What’s inside that?”
“Lay down,” she commands. I’d rather do something else, like bury myself deep in her, but I still do as she says. “Close your eyes,” she further instructs, and I do. But I open my right eye to spy on what she has in mind. “Eyes closed, no cheating,” I hear her smiling voice. I grin, closing my eyes again. Suddenly, I feel something cold and soft touch my stomach. Her finger is sliding down my stomach and up again to my chest.
“What is that?” I exclaim, opening my eyes automatically. Ella is sitting on top of me, laughing cheekily.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes closed?” she lifts an eyebrow.
I shrug. “Why should I do that when I’d rather be watching you?”
She smiles, and gives me a peck on the lips. She finally clues me in. “It’s edible food dye. But it can also be used for other fun occasions, like foreplay.” Her head lowers to my stomach, her tongue tracing the path she made with the dye.
“Oh, wow,�
�� I groan. Her warm and wet tongue on my body makes me even hornier than before. She moves until she’s sitting on my knees. Dipping her finger into the jar, she finally gives attention to my aching cock. At the first touch of her hand on my erection, I take a sharp intake of breath. She moves her hand up and down my hard cock a few times, and then her mouth joins in.
“Oh God, Ella. I love your mouth on me…” I can feel her smile, but she doesn’t stop licking. When there is no more dye to lick off, she takes me fully in her mouth, making me cry out from the intense pleasure racing through me. My heartbeat skyrockets, and I close my eyes. But I don’t let her finish. I want to come deep inside her wet pussy. I grab her by the arms, turning her over with ease; she’s light as a feather. Now our roles are reversed; I’m sitting on top of her, and she’s completely at my mercy. Giving her a playful smile, I dip a finger in the dye. “Open up,” I command. She spreads her lips, sucking on my finger, moaning loudly on purpose. Damn, the things she does to me. “Babe, this is fucking heaven.” I reach into the jar again, spreading the edible dye all over her nipples. I start licking at them with gusto. “Mmm,” I say, and proceed to ravishing her body.
I take her in every way imaginable, and take pleasure in every cry and moan that escapes her throat until we are both completely satisfied.