Page 40 of Was I Ever Here

I’d rather gouge my own eye out then talk about the kiss.

So I decide to distract her instead. Reaching over, I trail a finger down her spine. Her shoulder blades tighten and then relax as she lets out a slow sigh. Her skin is still cold from the water as I watch the goosebumps erupt across her back.

She looks over to me. Her words now a stutter on her lips. She tries to resist the feeling of my fingers light on her skin but finally relents and rests her head atop her folded arms.

Her head tilts, her eyes hooded while she watches me. I can tell her question is still burning on her tongue but I’m determined to make her forget—even if it’s just for now. My hand reaches the small of her back, her hips lifting ever so slightly as if chasing my seeking touch.

My balls tighten at the sight of her so pliant, so hypnotizing. My fingers slide against the seam of her bikini bottom, my thumb slipping under the fabric and then back out. Her legs, which were still up, now fall back down to the blanket, crossing one foot over the other.

I can tell she’s trying to act unbothered. It only fuels me further. I lick my lips and swallow hard and continue to trace a path along her body. My palm, barely a whisper against the swell of her ass. I manage to stifle the groan rising deep inside my throat, the silence between us is electric—palpable—and only punctured by the sound of the waves crashing behind us.

There’s still so much left unspoken between us. And maybe some things will always remain unsaid. An entire lifetime with Sunny wouldn’t be enough to tell her everything I want—no, need—to say.

My windflower. My little sun.

Kneeling closer to her, I shift my position, freeing up the hand I was resting my weight on and making sure to dust the sand off my palms. She’s like an offering on an altar laid out in front of me while I graze my hands down her thighs and then down her calves.

With her eyes now closed, her furrowed brows are the only hint she’s not drifting into sleep and as if on cue, she places her foot that was crossed over the other back down on the blanket, uncrossing her legs. Opening up for me.

My cock aches as her body responds to my touch exactly how I knew it would. Reaffirming what I whispered to her last night—her body’s mine. It’s always been mine.

I trail my fingers all the way down to the arch of her feet. She twitches and giggles but says nothing. Then, keeping my hands flat on her calves, I move over so that I’m now kneeling in front of her feet. Her long legs parting ever so slightly as I caress her legs back down and then gently pick up her left foot with both hands. I place a kiss inside the arch, then do the same with the right.

I kiss her next on one calf and then the other. Her skin tastes like sea salt and I fight the urge not to lick her skin all the way up her parted thighs.

Sunny is keeping still but her breathing betrays her, as does mine. I silently readjust my position and place my knees on either side of her legs, leaning down to gently place an open mouth kiss to the top of one of her thighs, my tongue dipping out for a quick taste. She lets out a small gasp and squirms almost imperceptibly underneath me. I smile against her skin, pressing another kiss on the other thigh.

Sweat trickles down my back and I finally give in to the heat of the sun, tugging my shirt over my shoulders and tossing it beside us on the blanket. When she hears the rustle of clothes above her, Sunny’s eyes snap open.

Her body grows unnaturally still as her eyes rove over my naked chest all the way down to the small trail of hair disappearing into my jeans and then back up. It’s hard not to preen under her loaded stare but I do my best to hold her gaze while my cock strains against my zipper.

Without breaking our gaze, still kneeling over her, I reach down and palm my cock over my jeans. Her eyes shift as if fighting the urge to look down again but still, she continues to look me straight in the eyes—straight into my fucking soul.

Eventually, I lean back over to resume my languid worship of Sunny’s body while she closes her eyes back shut. Nestling back into the crook of her arm, she sighs deeply. As the lust builds low in my spine, I gradually lose my gentle touch. I knead her ass with both hands, giving it a nice squeeze, my thumbs caressing her cheeks in the process.

She moans into her arm and my chest squeezes along with the sound. I palm her ass, my hands dipping closer and closer towards her center. My thumb trails further down as Sunny pretends not to notice but opens her legs even wider. Gently, I graze over the fabric between her legs and try not to lose my fucking mind at the sight of her beneath me.

Her body is so willing, so open, to my now near desperate touch. I lean closer to her, one hand now cupping her pussy entirely. I can’t help but to grind into her as she wiggles against my hard length. My naked chest presses against the heated skin of her back and I let out a low groan when I hear her breath hitch. I lean back on my heels, my thumbs hooking around the ties of her bathing suit.

“Lift your hips for me,” I say, my voice low and gravelly.

Her hips pop up as soon as the words are out of my mouth. Grinning, I give her earlobe a quick nip and press a kiss to her neck. “Eager little thing,” I taunt against her skin.

I straighten back up and find her smirking like she’s been caught doing something wicked but still keeps her eyes closed, unencumbered.

Ever sofuckingslowly, I pull her bathing suit over her ass and then down her legs. I chuck it over my shoulder, truly not giving a fuck where it lands, then slide my hands up her thighs, gently parting her legs even wider. At the sight of her glistening pussy under the hot sun, I nearly go blind, licking my lips and looking up at the sky thanking the gods above.

I slide two fingers through her wet slit and she lets out a small whimper. The sound like opium spiking my veins.

“FuckSunny,” I groan out. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Her body shudders under me, reacting to my words and she answers with a pleased hum. With my fingers, I trace a lazy circle around her entrance and then down to her clit as I watch her react to my touch. Then, grabbing her hips and pulling her up so that she’s now on her knees, I crouch down behind her.

“Let me see that pretty little cunt,” I groan, squeezing her ass in my hands and parting her cheeks open. “I need to taste you,” I say, my tongue licking a slow broad trail from her clit to her entrance. She bucks against me, finally making a sound louder than a small moan. Her head falls between her shoulders while I continue to lick and suck and bite. I can taste her getting wetter against my tongue. I need more. I’ll alwaysneed more. I dip my tongue inside her and she lets out a small cry.

I could listen to those sounds fall out of her lips forever and it would still never be enough.

I pull back and she whimpers at the loss which makes me grin. Reaching over, I slowly untie the strings of her top, like unwrapping a gift, and watch it fall from her breasts, nearly coming at the sight.