The following content is a complete work of fiction and rated NC-17. Um Hawaii.
Everything is still hazy when I feel your fingertips graze across the breadth of my shoulders, over inked skin, freckled skin, slightly burned skin, browned skin. I hear you giggle, and push a breathy exhale of my name from between your lips as you rouse me. I’m almost sure you’re still my dream, digits counting every notch in my spine until your reach the small of my back, where the sheets catch and crease around my hips.
“Hey, get up,” you sigh, close to my ear, and then I know that it’s not a dream at all, and my eyes shoot open wide in the dark room.
“How did you-?”
“Spare key,” your close your fist around my wrist, next to my head, and give a gentle tug, “I wanna take a dip.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” I murmur, not really a protest, as I push myself off the mattress, twisting my hand until it fits into yours, fingers interlocking. You take me down the steps out the back, right onto the beach where we’ve fooled around before. Things start coming in to focus as the night breeze cuts through me.
The blue string of your bikini underneath your too-large t-shirt (wait, that’s my t-shirt), and the frayed cut off shorts slung loosely on your hips. You drop my hand as we come to the pier, pulling your arms inside the shirt and then slipping it right over your head. It’s hard not to let my breath catch because it’s such a fucking cliché but you’re beautiful in the moonlight. You are.
The water is calm and shallow behind the windbreaker in this part of the marina, where the sailboats dock. It’s peaceful and it’s risky but it’s the most alone we’ve been in days. No prying eyes or secret cameras, no separating walls between rooms, just you and me, and your hands on my waist, prising the ends of my tank top away from my skin.
I close my eyes and breathe deep, the remains of the last buzz before bed still lingering, my heartbeat is slow and steady despite my want, your eyes wide and dark in the night when I look at you again. Just a scorched ring of blue around the pupil. Your cheeks tint pink as I play with the ends of your hair, far longer since I last saw you and curling over your collarbones. We only have these few days before you have to leave, and I want to know just how many times I can make you blush like that, with just a glance.
You drop my shirt next to yours and I sit on the edge of the pier, watching you wriggle out of those little shorts, and my eyes have known the curves of your legs forever, but it feels so new in this light.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I blurt, and you look up suddenly, giggling as you hop on one foot, and nudge the denim aside in a heap.
“Sure,” you chuckle, and I don’t get time to reply before you leap off the end, your body and almost-graceful arc before you most ungracefully hit the water and splash down. You surface, running your hands over your face back through your hair, and let out a shuddering groan that ignites a spark in me as I slip down into the waters with you, wincing at the biting cold that quickly dissipates. It’s not very deep, and I can almost stand in the water as you wade towards me, letting the tide gently pull us into the shelter beneath the jetty.
There the beams of moonlight sneaking through the slats above us, blue lights against the blue water reflecting back on your blue skin, and when you leave I’ll be blue too, but I push that thought away and move closer to you, seeing the way you bite your lip to stop it from shaking.
“Cold?” I ask. You shake your head, quickly.
“Nervous,” your hands reach out to touch me again as soon as I’m close enough, smoothing down my shoulders, biceps, forearms until our hands are joined again. I bow my head to touch my lips to yours, savouring your trembling gasp right before my kiss stops it right in its tracks.
Like memory, your body melts into mine, your nails digging into the backs of my hands and our palms together as I guide you back against the support of the walk above our heads. You pull your hands from mine to rest against my upper arms as I push my body against yours, your legs curling around my waist beneath the surface of the water. My tongue sweeps into your mouth, drawing out a moan, and I can’t stop my hands from wandering. Your body is memorized in my mind, burned into all five senses, but I can never get enough.
I can feel the hardened peak of your nipple through the flimsy fabric of your bikini, and it’s too tempting not to do anything about it. You cry out in surprise as I break the seal of our mouths, lowering my face to your chest and mouthing the bud, pulling away the wet cotton until I find skin. You thread your fingers through my hair, keeping me there, and I search below the surface until I can push my fingers past the waist of your little swim shorts. The drive me crazy, those things, and I’ve told you that on many occasions. Just that little peak of ass makes me wild.
I tease your slit with my fingertips, slick with more than just the water, nuzzling into the centre of your chest and then back up your neck as your hurriedly whisper to me, begging, whimpering, fuck I need you.
I push my fingers inside you, that tight wet heat enveloping me, and we both moan at the sensation. You spread your legs wider and I search deeper, the base of my thumb circling against your clit. You choke on a gasp, fingers digging at the base of my neck as you pull my mouth to yours again, jerking against my hand inside of you.
I spread my free hand across your back and hold you as you arch into me, crying out loudly, and I can’t even think of it to hush you it’s so damn sexy. The way you look, the way you feel. I’ll be marked and bruised by your fingers and nails but goddamn it, it’s fucking worth it for the look on your face.
I curl my fingers, stroking your walls, searching for that spot and it’s like hitting the switch on the Christmas tree, watching you light up. I keep you there, pinned between me and the wooden leg of the pier as your writhe and cry out as you come, trying to twist away from me but I make you take it all, feel it all, just what my fingers can do and we both know it’s nothing compared to when I’m inside of you. It’s relentless.
Finally you settle, your weight in my arms heavy with satisfaction and the water lapping noisily around us. Your breath saws in and out of your chest as I kiss you softly, taking my hand from your heat and letting you sink against me.
I’m ready to finish this, but not here.
“Let’s go back,” I breathe, and you laugh softly, nodding.
“If I can walk.”
But really, we’re just getting started.
[to be continued]