“That was hilarious.” She wipes what I am guessing is laughing tears from her eyes.
“It’s not that funny.” I tell her in a warning tone, but my voice cracks and I smile at her.
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
I jump at her. She squeals and runs away from me. We splash through the water for a while, me chasing her, before she lets me catch her.
“I guess you’ll just have to show me what you do with your body to stay up on that board so well.”
“Mmm. I think I can handle that.” She presses her soaking wet body against my bare chest and kisses me.
I moan against her lips and pull her closer. When our hips meet, I know she can feel just how much I am appreciating her kisses. This moment, standing in the most beautiful ocean, the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I know what the feeling is that’s storming through my insides and tying them in knots. I love her. I’m passionately, and without a doubt, in love with her. The thought makes my heart soar and sag all at the same time. I keep this epiphany to myself, because there is no reason to tell her how I feel when we are going to separate in soon.
“Come on.” I pull away. “Let’s go again.”
She smiles and follows me out.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jasmine
We surf all day, only coming out of the water when the sun begins to set on the horizon. I tuck my surfboard under my arm and climb out of the water, Alex a couple of feet behind me. I turn to him, walking backwards as his shining wet body climbs out of the ocean. He shakes his head, and water drips down his face and off his eyelashes. His muscles move under his skin, doing their own dance with each movement. He’s gorgeous.
“Thank you for today. This was amazing.”
“As I said before, it’s my pleasure.” He leans over the surfboard under his arm, and kisses my cheek.
We walk up to the surf shop on the boardwalk and return the boards. Our total is over a hundred dollars, but the woman at the counter takes fifty percent off because we are on our senior trip. Alex already prepaid for the lesson and some extra surf time, so he actually received a few bucks back.
“You want to go out for dinner?” I can tell his mind is focusing elsewhere, but mentioning it will only bring our day down. I’m sure I already know what he’s thinking about, and I really want to avoid that conversation.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
We change back into our street clothes and head out, walking down the boardwalk to find a place to eat. We end up stopping at a nice Italian place. Pasta sounds extremely good at the moment.
Once we’re seated, I can sense the tension, knowing that we are both dreading what is to come, our last day together. We sit most of the way through dinner without a word, until Alex reaches under the table and takes my hand. He twines our fingers together, almost desperately holding on to me. I squeeze back, trying to reassure us both that this is what has to happen.
After we pay, we walk back to our room as slowly as possible, enjoying the night air. It’s still early for us, 10:40 pm, but nothing else sounds nice, except holding onto Alex. Tomorrow will be our last day together and then we’ll have to leave the next morning, getting back on that damn plane and head home to mommy dearest. The thought of seeing her again repulses me. Without Alex, the dread is heavy, threatening to drag me down. It’s times like these I miss Jace the most. He would know what to do. However, the plan I have for Alex tonight, I wouldn’t want Jace to be a part of, and it would gross him out.
A laugh escapes. Alex turns his head and looks at me with a small smile playing on his lips. He enjoys the moment, not asking why I’m laughing, so I don’t feel a need to offer him a reason. He’ll find out soon enough.
When we’re close enough, we split. I practically run back to the room and I think Alex might have done the same thing, because he shows up about a minute after I do, breathless. When he walks into the room, his skin is flushed. I want to drag him to the floor and have my way with him… Follow the plan, Jasmine, I tell myself. It’s a plan that I made in the two minutes it took me to reach the bedroom. I have every intention of seducing Alex, and losing my virginity to him… Tonight. There is no going back. He can tell me no and give me all the excuses he wants, but deep down, I can feel how right it is; I don’t want anyone but Alex to be my first. I know I will lose him once we leave this place, but I will always have this perfect memory of us, and no one, not even Margret can take that away from me, no matter what happens.
He kisses me as I’m passing him to get to the restroom, my plan beginning now. I slink out of my clothes quietly and into one of the hotels soft lush robes, and nothing but my birthday suit underneath. Would he be able to resist me now? I grin seductively to myself in the mirror. I take my hair down and brush it. Fluffing it with my fingers and pinching my cheeks. I take a deep breath and walk out to greet Alex.
The lights are already off, the TV the only illumination left in the room. He’s stripping down to his briefs, about to get into bed when he notices me. He smiles, unaware that I have nothing on under this robe. How should I approach this? How do you seduce someone who is trying so hard not to be seduces? Come on to him directly, or play it slow?
‘Oh, who am I kidding? I have no idea what I’m doing.’
Alex knows this, and he likes me for who I am, lack of experience and all.
Alex has tucked himself safely into bed, watching TV, the sheet only halfway over his thigh. The only thing he has left to take off are his briefs. I’m hesitant to amble towards him and it only takes a few seconds for him to figure out I haven’t moved.
“Jas, what are you doing?” He leans up on an elbow and faces me.
“Nothing.” I say rather passively, but my heart is fluttering like wings.
I walk over to the bed and he leans back, expecting me to take my robe off and climb into bed…with pajamas on. I take off my robe, but wait to climb into bed, at least not right away. I stand until he notices me next to the bed, completely naked.
I smirk at the double take Alex does when he notices me standing bare before him. He turned, expecting me to climb into bed, not predicting anything. When he looked at me, it took him a second to realize I was naked and turn back to me. The movement is so rapid; I’m surprised he doesn’t pass out from whiplash.
A giggle slips through; the way he looks at me makes me feel like jello. “You see something you like?” I have no idea where I am getting this boldness.
His eyes are large, and remind me of a raccoon, chocolate and small flecks of gold staring back at me. His jaw is slack; lips set in a silent O. He blinks hard and shakes his head, some of the daze clearing his eyes.
“Jas.” He says then pauses, pulls the sheet up tighter to his chest, as if he’s hiding his body. My heart sinks slightly. I read him wrong, he doesn’t want me.
He sees the hurt in my eyes. “Jas, we don’t have to. I’m okay with just being here with you.”
“I know you are, but I want more; I want to be with you, Alex.” My shyness is beginning to show through in my stance.
He must see what it’s taking for me to stand like this in front of him, trying to give myself to him, because his eyes soften, not wanting to reject me in any way. “We can’t…” I can see he’s weakening, unable to finish a sentence.
I take it as a sign that I should move closer to him. I pull the covers back, revealing cool white sheets. “Please.”
He lowers his gaze for only a second, before he reaches out to take my hand. I wrap my fingers around his and he pulls me to him. “Come here, querida.”
He lays me flat on the bed, not hiding his intentions any longer; I can see the hunger in his stare, mixed with worry. “I want this, Alex. Let me have this one perfect memory of us before we go our separate ways. I want my first to be you, and only you. Please understand this.”
He smiles. “Si, now kiss me.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Alex
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Here I am, trying to be the good guy and climb into bed, not expecting anything from Jasmine, but then she comes out of the bathroom in that short little hotel robe, and all I can think about is her soft, touchable skin underneath. I wipe that thought out of my head as I climb into bed, tossing the sheet over part of my thighs, trying not to notice how beautiful she is and how much I want her at this moment.
I try to focus on the TV, when I finally notice that she hasn’t moved to get into bed with me, as if she’s stalling. I ask her, “Jasmine, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She says and begins to walk over to the bed.
I lay myself back, focusing on the TV again. Staring at the boob tube is the only way I can keep myself focused and off the things I want to do to her right now. When she stops next to the bed and just stands there, I glance at her to see what she’s doing.
Big mistake.
Huge mistake.
Gigantic mistake.
She is standing next to the bed with nothing on, her robe falling to the floor moments earlier with a soft whoosh. My head snaps around so fast it makes me dizzy. When my eyes finally focus on her and comprehend what I’m seeing, words elude me. She’s is so damn beautiful.
“You see something you like?” She asks shyly.
Hell, yes, I see everything I like. I see something I’ve been dying to have since we reunited a few weeks ago. My mouth is slack and my eyes are huge. I’m sure I resemble an idiot staring at her like this, but there is little to nothing I can do about it; she has that power over me. Finally, I blink, clearing some of the shock off my face.
“Jas.” I begin to retreat, but then realize I’m sporting a massive hard on. I pull the sheets up and over my body, trying to cover myself like I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. The gesture has her feeling rejected; it’s written plain as day on her face. I cannot stand for her to feel as if I don’t desire her, because I do… I crave her. Good God, I want her more than anything I have ever wanted. “Jas, we don’t have to. I’m okay with just being here with you.” I tell her, hoping my words will defuse the situation.
No such luck.
“I know. I want more though; I want to be with you.”
She takes my truce and body slams it. She’s beginning to get shy standing next to the bed naked. Honestly, holding out this long has been a miracle. The way she glows, standing there naked, for me, is unforgettable. She causes my insides to tangle and flip.
“We can’t…” I start, but who am I kidding, if she takes one more step, I’m done.
My determination is weakening, vanishing when she steps closer and pulls back her side of the bed, revealing white bed sheets. The thought of her lying next to me, naked, with nothing between us makes me almost finish without even touching her silky skin.
When the word, “Please,” comes through her lips, that’s it. My heart shatters, any resistance I had evaporating. She owns me now. More than anyone ever has, or ever will.
I look down for a second, gather my will and then reach out to her. She wraps her fingers around mine and lets me pull her closer. I whisper, “Come here, querida.”
She must see the hesitation in my eyes, when she says, “I want this, Alex. Let me have this one perfect memory of us before we go our separate ways. I want my first to be you, and only you. Please understand this.”
I can’t help but feel like I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me, but I’m being a selfish bastard tonight. I want to be her first. I always want her to remember that it was me who made love to her for her very first time. Nobody else should have that honor, or her, ever. She’s mine.
I lay her down on the sheets and lean over her, making my intentions clear. Instead of being the gentleman that I intended, I tell her. “Si, now kiss me.”
She does. Boy, does she ever. Her tongue is hot and finds mine immediately. I lean my body and my empalme into her, rubbing it on her thigh, letting her know exactly what she’s doing to me. A small smile forms on her lips against mine, and I know that she is happy with herself for this. The bare skin between us warms as we come together, her hard nipples and soft breasts pressed into my chest.
“I love you, Alex. I want you so much.” She mumbles through our kisses.
My heart soars at her words. There is nothing in the universe I would have wanted to hear more than those words. My body has a mind of its own right now, and it’s getting carried away. I put myself in check; I want to take my sweet time with her, no rushing. I will make this moment perfect for her; for both of us.
Even though I’m unable to say the words, I love you, too, I show her with my touch, with each kiss, that the words are completely reciprocated. I trace my fingers slowly from her jaw, to her neck, down around her breast, following the rivets of her ribs. All while kissing her in the same slow path.
She sucks in a breath, both from excitement and nervousness. I can sense it in the tightness of her body. “You have nothing to worry about, cariño. I would never hurt you.” As the words leave my mouth, I know they’re not true. The first time for any girl hurts.
“I know.” She says through her sighs and breathing.
She trusts me more than any person has ever trusted me before. My heart is in my throat. I swallow around it and continue to caress her, because backing out now would only hurt her more. Besides, there is no stopping now for me, even if I wanted to, and I really, really don’t want to.
Wrapping her arms around me, she digs her nails lightly into the skin at my sides, telling me with her touch that she wants me to continue. I concentrate, kissing her, watching her eyes, breathing her in.
“Your perfecta, muneca.” I brush the words against her belly.
She breaths in sharply and lets out a sexy moan.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jasmine
When Alex pulls me down to the bed and lays over me, my heart skips a beat. My breathing slows, but is heavy at the same time. The lower half of him is on my thigh, letting me know just how much he’s turned on. My lips fuse to his, my tongue searching. A small smile forms on my lips as we move them together. Our upper halves finally meet and the sensation sends a searing fire throughout my body.
“I love you, Alex. I want you so much.” I say between our kisses.
His movements are slow, but only for a fraction of a second before he becomes wild, my words igniting a passion within him. He soon gains control of himself and returns to the slow sensual Alex that started.
He draws his hand from my jaw, down the side of my body, ending by gliding his fingers down my ribs. His fingers are slightly rough, but the feel of them on my skin is amazing. I suck in a breath and moan.
“You have nothing to worry about, cariño. I would never hurt you.” He brushes his lips against my skin.
“I know.”
He presses himself against me, moving in slow motions, caressing me with his rough fingers. I wrap my arms around him, pressing my nails lightly into his sides, telling him without speaking to touch me. He complies, kissing me tenderly, his eyes blazing into mine. He is expressing everything physically that he wishes he could voice.
He leaves a fire in his wake as he kisses me down to my tummy, “Your perfecta, muneca.” He whispers gently against my sensitive skin.
I undulate under him and moan again. Oh, I want him.
He begins his ascend to meet my lips again, stopping off at my breasts, suckling one and then the other into his mouth. The warm wetness and gentle tugging sensation makes me float. I tilt my head back and push my chest out, urging him on. His mouth feels too good, and my lower half stirs.
Alex spreads my legs with his knee and fixes himself between them. I can feel him against me as I push my hips into his. My actions make him buckle; trembling on top of me.
I palm his cheek in my hand and he meets my eyes. He’s motionless for a moment, mesmerized. He continues to stare, even after I begin to pull down his briefs. The softness of his bare butt fills my palms and I squeeze, and he p
ushes against me.
I need him to take this to the next level. I’m going to pull my hair out by the roots if he continues to move this slowly. He must agree, because he shimmies the rest of the way out of his boxers, leaving us both naked.
He leans up on me, cradling my face in his hands. He’s having second thoughts, but it’s not because he’s not interested; he’s worried. I’ve heard the first time hurts for girls, but I’m not thinking about how much it will hurt, all I can think about is him inside of me. No matter what happens between us, I will always have this, this memory, something that’s a part of our time together forever.
“I’m alright.” I assure him.
His eyes shimmer in the pastel blue light from the TV. He blinks fast to clear them and spreads my legs out further with his thighs. Somehow, a condom is already in his hand and he expertly puts it on. He moves one of his hands to adjust himself and I wait.
The sensation of him against me is overwhelming. As he begins to move in, the pressure is intense. Once he’s in place, I can no longer hold my gasp, my insides clench tightly. He’s searching my face, seeing tears form in my eyes. His eyes are frantic, terrified that he may be hurting me.
“I’m alright.” I reassure him. “Just go slow.” My voice is soft. The longer he waits to move, the more my body adjusts to him. After a few moments, it no longer hurts as bad; now it’s a blissful pain.
He nods, unable to speak. His emotions are all over the place, like he working so hard to control them. His movements are gentle and cautious. Tears glisten in his eyes as he watches me intently. He leans down and tucks his face into the crook of my neck. I can hear him breathing heavily, from both pleasure and emotion. My heart pounds, attempting to break free.
He moves faster, concentrating on me. I start to whimper and undulate under him, feeling the most amazing pressure building where he moves in and out, until my eyes roll back in my head and yell out with the most intense sensation I have ever felt. When I return from la la land, Alex is breathing harder, getting closer, so I begin moving faster, moving with his every stroke, feeling him go deeper as he says, “Te amo con todo mi corazon y mi alma.” He whispers it into my ear seconds before he shudders above me, continuing to move with me until he falls motionless, breathing heavily on top of me.
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