Twelve Years

by S. L. Adams

  I drop my hands to her waist, staring hungrily at her lips, moist and slightly parted. After kissing her cheek and her chin, I pause to enjoy the feel of her warm breath against my mouth. She gazes into my eyes, waiting for me to make the next move. I’m in complete control. This is new for her. But she’s handing me the reins.

  Pressing my forehead against hers, I stroke her hip with my thumb. When I lean in and cover her mouth with mine, she parts her lips and welcomes my tongue. Angling my head, I kiss her deeply, eliciting a long moan from deep in her chest.

  Pulling away from her lips, I unzip her hoodie and slide it off her shoulders while staring deeply into her eyes. She’s definitely under my spell, compliant and willing to accept what I want to give her. I run my hands under her t-shirt, pushing it up past her breasts. She raises her arms and I slide it over her head.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby doll,” I whisper as I smooth my hands up and down her arms before gently turning her away from me. The flesh of her back is soft and warm as I caress her, trailing my lips down her neck and across her shoulder. I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms. She sighs and leans into my chest as I cup her breasts, gently massaging them before turning her back around to face me again.

  I take a moment to admire her chest. Perfectly rounded breasts with small pink nipples. Just the right size for my hands. Firm with just the right amount of squish. I lean down and cup the left one, taking the pebbled nipple in my mouth and flicking it with my tongue before sucking gently on it. I move to the right one and do the same thing. She closes her eyes, purring softly like a little kitten.

  I pull away from her sexy body just long enough to remove my shirt. Drawing her close so our naked chests are pressed together, I bring my lips down to hers again, soft caressing kisses at first before progressing to a deeper kiss, sliding my tongue along hers. She moans softly, her nipples pointing into my chest like little bullets.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I grasp the waistband of her yoga pants. She lifts her bum, allowing me to slide the leggings down her legs and remove them. I caress her ankles, applying butterfly kisses up her calf. She leans back on her elbows, her eyes closed, a relaxed expression on her face.

  I stand up and rid myself of my shorts before gently nudging her back on the bed. She lies on the pillow, gazing up at me so innocently. It takes me back to our first time together, when she was innocent.

  Climbing on top of her, I brace myself on my elbows and kiss her lips softly before moving to her jaw, her ear and down her neck. She sighs deeply when I lick the sensitive spot where her neck meets her collarbone. I continue my way down, covering every inch of her chest and stomach with gentle caressing kisses.

  She groans, writhing underneath me when I slide her panties down over her hips and push her thighs apart. Fuck. She’s so wet. And I’m so hard. But I can’t lose sight of what I’m trying to do. It’s tempting to just plunge into her. I need to maintain control.

  I slide out of my boxers, roll on a condom and position myself between her legs. She spreads her legs wider, thrusting toward me. I reposition my cock away from her opening.

  “C’mon, Alex. I want you inside me,” she pants.

  “Not yet, baby doll,” I whisper.

  I slide my lips across hers, sucking on her lower lip as I run my hand up her thigh to her warm centre. She bucks under me when my finger grazes her clit.

  “Look at me, Shelby.”

  She opens her eyes, heat blazing from her. I hold her gaze as I slowly enter her with gentle thrusts, taking my time as I gradually fill her. Our bodies join in a calm, relaxed rhythm, moving back and forth in sync.

  I’m kind of surprised when she comes. I didn’t know if she would be able to with just gentle penetration. But she closes her eyes, moaning quietly as her pelvis and thighs spasm. A couple of tears creep down her cheek. I’m overwhelmed with emotion just before I reach my climax. The connection I feel with her is utterly amazing. I don’t recognize the incredible feeling at first but then it hits me. I love this woman and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

  Chapter 27

  Shelby

  “This must have cost a fortune,” Sally blurts out, taking in the enormous living room with an entire wall of windows facing the ocean. The opposite wall boasts more floor to ceiling windows overlooking a large terrace with a kidney shaped inground pool and a large hot tub.

  “Just a year’s salary,” Blake chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

  Gretchen and Blake rented a beach house for our stay in Hawaii. Or that is what they refer to it as. Beach mansion is a more accurate description of the mammoth two-storey abode. And it is literally on the beach.

  “So, here’s the deal,” Gretchen announces. “This house has five bedrooms. When I booked it a year ago, there were five couples. The plan was for the single people to sleep on the pullouts in the family room. Obviously, we only ended up having two people bring a spouse.”

  Oh get to the point, Gretchen. Sometimes, my friend can be a little too detailed.

  She stares pointedly at Alex and I. “You two slept in each other’s cabins every night on the ship. So, I’m thinking you guys could share a room here and let Claire or Bart have the bedroom you aren’t going to sleep in anyway.”

  I chew on my lower lip, shooting her an annoyed look. She should have discussed this with me in private instead of putting me on the spot in front of Alex. Sharing a bedroom is not something fuck buddies do. Who am I kidding? Alex and I are a lot more than a casual hookup. I just have to figure out how to deal with that when the trip ends. Things are getting too intense between us. If I don’t put the brakes on, we’ll be getting married before we leave Hawaii.

  “I’m good with that,” Alex says, tousling my hair. “Wanna be roomies, baby doll?”

  “Sure,” I say, giving him a tight smile. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice that I’m less than enthusiastic.

  “I can’t believe we have this beach all to ourselves,” I say, flopping down on the ginormous beach blanket that Gretchen laid out.

  “It’s awesome. I wish we could stay here forever.” She stares out at the ocean, a dreamy look on her face.

  “You could,” I suggest as I rub sunscreen into my legs. “Blake is rich. You guys could move here and buy a house like this.”

  “He’d never do that. His dad is counting on him to take over the resort.” She sighs and rolls onto her stomach.

  “You could sunbathe in the nude, swim in the nude, fuck out here on the beach,” Claire chuckles, undoing her bikini straps and lowering herself down next to Gretchen, her massive jugs trapped underneath her.

  I glance down the beach. Joanna and Sally are strolling hand in hand along the shore. The guys are out in the water throwing a football. I turn over on my belly and close my eyes. Taking a deep relaxing breath, I absorb the atmosphere of the beach. The smell of sunscreen and seaweed. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore. The beach is my happy place. I close my eyes and drift off.

  A piercing scream jolts me from my nap. I see Claire’s bare breasts bobbing around just before a splash of cold water hits my back. Gretchen jumps up, apparently the victim of the same assault.

  I bolt upright. Alex is standing over me with a pail in his hand, a devilish grin lighting up his face. Blake and Bart laugh like a couple of teenagers while Gretchen yells and Claire struggles to cover herself with the little scrap of material that is her bikini top.

  “What the fuck?” I exclaim, glaring at Alex.

  He leans down, scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

  “Alex! Put me down!”

  He grabs my beach bag and towel and heads down the beach. I squirm, hitting at his back. He chuckles and tightens his hold on me.

  “Alex, just put me down, please. All the blood is rushing to my head.”

  “All the blood is in my head too, baby doll.”

  “Is that so?” I laugh. “Put me down and maybe we can do something about
that.”

  He stops in a secluded area of the beach, tossing my towel down on the sand and smoothing it out with his foot. My pussy clenches when he lowers me onto my back and climbs on top of me, pushing my thighs apart with his knees.

  “Now I’ve got my girl right where I want her. On her back, underneath me, with her legs open.”

  “I think that’s the most romantic thing any man has ever said to me,” I say in a fake breathless whisper, putting my hand over my heart.

  He leans down and plants a kiss by my ear. “I wasn’t going for romance, sweetheart,” he whispers.

  “Oh no?”

  “Nope. I saw a hot chick on the beach, and I decided I wanted to fuck her.”

  He crashes his mouth down on mine, his lips demanding as he slides his tongue along mine. I kiss back with a vengeance, biting his lip and digging my hands into his ass to send the message that I want a rough fuck. That’s exactly what I need to take the pressure off after our intense lovemaking session last night.

  “Roll on your back,” I order him, pushing against his chest as I sit up.

  “Yes ma'am.” He flips on his back, pulling me down on top of him. I straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position, but with my thighs spread across his broad chest.

  “Lift your butt.”

  He complies and I slide his bathing suit down past his knees and off his body. I shimmy out of my bikini bottoms, tossing them on the sand next to his shorts. His body trembles, a low growl escaping his throat as I lower myself onto to him, taking his cock in my hand while I position my pussy over his mouth.

  I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, blowing on the tip to see it twitch. He groans, his ass lifting from the towel as I run my tongue over the head and then trace the thick vein right down the underside of his shaft, feeling it pulse.

  He grabs my hips firmly, plunging his tongue into my folds. Moaning, I swirl my tongue around his head, tasting the salty sweetness of the moisture seeping from the slit, and then close my lips around it. He flicks my clit with his tongue before sucking hard, drawing a scream from my throat. Good thing we’re on a private beach, and the only people around are our friends.

  I slide my lips up and down, taking him a little deeper and sucking harder each time until my mouth is touching my fingers around the base of his shaft. My other hand gently cups his balls, pressing on that little nub underneath like I learned at Intimate Touch.

  When he slides his tongue inside my wet opening, I thrust up and down on his face. He sits up, throwing me on my back. I squeeze my eyes shut, my pussy throbbing with need. “Please, Alex,” I beg, squirming around, half on the towel, half on the sand. I can feel the warm powder seeping into the crack of my ass. But I don’t care. I need him to get me off and I need him to fuck me. Hard.

  He shoves two fingers in me, thrusting fast and hard, sending me over the edge as I come undone with a loud cry. “I hope you brought a condom,” I pant, my body still quivering from my orgasm.

  He reaches into the front pocket of my beach bag, producing the little foil packet. “I snuck that in there when you weren’t looking,” he chuckles as he rolls the condom over his throbbing cock.

  “Fuck me, Alex. Now. Please.”

  He grabs my legs, spreading me wide open before slamming into me in one hard thrust. I arch my back, lifting my body up to meet his and thrusting hard against him as I grab his ass.

  “Faster, harder,” I yell moving my legs up onto his shoulders.

  He pounds me hard, my head dragging through the sand.

  “You want me to go deeper?” he asks, between grunts.

  “Fuck yeah, I do.”

  He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.

  “Get on your knees,” he says, pushing my chest down and pulling my ass up into the air. He slides his slippery cock between my butt cheeks before pushing back into my pussy, grinding hard and deep, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

  “Holy fuck! Oh my God!” My cheek is pressed hard against the hot sand as Alex continues to pound me from behind. The lid is about to blow off the pressure cooker deep inside me. His cock is so deep, hitting new vag real estate that only a guy with a long rod, fucking me doggy style, has any chance of reaching. I explode around him as he grunts, thrusting faster, before he comes hard, his cock pulsating as he holds it inside me until he’s finished filling the condom with his load.

  He pulls out, flopping on his back, his chest heaving up and down. My body sinks to the ground, completely depleted of energy. My first time on the beach. I can check that off my bucket list.

  I roll on my side to face Alex, wiping the sand off my face. He reaches over, brushing some sand off my nose. “We’re pretty good together, baby doll.” A brief flicker of sadness passes through his eyes. “And I’m not just talking about sex.”

  “Alex, I think we both know this has gone way past a casual fling,” I say softly, palming his stubbly jaw.

  He brings his hand to my mouth, gently kissing my knuckles. “I want to revisit the terms of our agreement.”

  “Can we put this conversation off until after the wedding? Our best friends are getting married in a couple days and they need us. They are why we are here in the first place. They deserve to have our undivided attention.”

  “Okay. I can do that. But as soon as the wedding is over, we’re going to have a heart-to-heart about us. I want there to be an us, Shelby.”

  My stomach twitches, the little bird of panic taking flight. Alex wants a relationship. I should have known we couldn’t do casual. How did I get myself into this mess? And more importantly, how am I going to get out of it? Do I even want out? Alex is kind, caring and fun, not to mention he’s handsome, with a rockin hot body. And he's great in bed. And financially stable. That shouldn’t matter, but it does. I will never live in poverty again. That is non-negotiable. I would be nuts to walk away from a guy like that. Alex is perfect.

  “Hey,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms. “I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

  I hug him back, squeezing his hard body. It feels so good to be in his arms. So right. So safe.

  I’m curled up in one of the enormous wicker chairs, watching the waves gently roll in to meet the pristine, golden sand. A warm breeze tickles my face as I inhale the briny scent of the sea. The sky is a wash of colour. Orange, yellow and pink splashes serves as a backdrop for the fiery sun descending into the water.

  “Hey,” Gretchen says, handing me a margarita before settling into the chair next to me.

  “Thanks.” I accept the glass and take a sip. “Mm. This is delicious.”

  “I can’t take all the credit. Claire actually made them.”

  “How come you aren’t having one?” I ask when I notice the bottle of water in her hand.

  “I’m not feeling too hot,” she shrugs. “Too much sun today.”

  “What time will the guys be back?”

  “Blake just texted me to say they are on the eighteenth hole. They should be back soon.” She reaches over and rubs my forearm. “Is something bothering you, Shelby?”

  I stare out at the ocean. The sun is almost gone, twilight settling in and casting an eerie glow over the water. Tears burn behind my eyes. I sigh, running my hands through my hair as I turn to look at my best friend. She’s getting married in two days. She doesn’t need to hear my bullshit. “I’m fine,” I say giving her a weak smile.

  “Shelby Richardson. How long have we known each other? Cut the crap and spill it.”

  “Alex is getting too serious.”

  She studies me thoughtfully through narrowed eyes, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “So? You guys are meant for each other. I’m not surprised that you hooked up on this trip.”

  “It was just supposed to be a casual thing. We agreed before we slept together.”

  “Don’t you want to be with him?” she asks, tucking her legs under her.

  “Of course I do. I’m in love with Alex. I don’t think I ever st
opped loving him.” Wow. That is quite an admission. Not just to Gretchen. It’s the first time I've admitted it to myself.

  “So, what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t think I can trust him again,” I whisper, sniffling as a few tears leak out. “He broke my heart.”

  “That was an entirely different situation. You guys were young, heading off to different schools. And the whole Penny thing didn’t help matters.”

  “That’s just it. As soon as there was a problem, he bolted. Without so much as a goodbye, let alone an explanation. How do I know he won’t do that again? Life isn’t perfect. Shit happens. I need someone I can count on through the good times and the bad.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you, Shelby. If you love him, you should take a chance. Otherwise, you could miss out on something really great.”

  “What if it doesn’t work out? I almost had a nervous breakdown last time. I came close to blowing my first year at Columbia.”

  “You aren’t a fragile eighteen-year-old girl this time. You’re a strong, independent woman. Whatever happens, you can handle it.” She kicks my ankle playfully. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s not going anywhere.”

  Gretchen’s phone vibrates on the glass table. She glances at the screen, sighing and rolling her eyes. “Apparently, the guys stopped at the clubhouse bar. An impromptu bachelor party, Blake says. They may not be back for a few hours.”

  “Well, I think we should have a little party of our own then,” I suggest as I down the last of my margarita. “Are there any strip clubs nearby?”

  “Did someone say something about a strip club?” Claire asks, popping her head out the door.

  “There’s no strip clubs out here,” Gretchen laughs, shaking her head.

  “No,” Claire says pulling out her phone. “But we might be able to hire one to come here.”

  Chapter 28