let me go.”
The declaration has my entire body thoughtlessly responding.
Wetness weeps past Ax’s palm onto his tirelessly working wrist.
Shivers race up and down my spine sending me to the edge of my seat over and over again.
Screams seek approval to seep into the scorching atmosphere yet stall at the back of my throat.
More groans are expelled as the severity of the sexual situation strengthens. Long gone is the laidback man who doesn’t mind being forced to wear neon yellow boardshorts, a pirate pineapple shirt, and oversized matching sunglasses, and in his place is a barbarian who isn’t budging until he’s taken everything he wants from me.
Everything he craves.
I ceaselessly rock and claw and rock and moan, muscles tightening tighter and tighter, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm’s cliff. As if it’s an unacceptable place to loiter, Ax’s shoves become sharper. Harsher. Determined to not let me have a single second to think or breathe or do anything other than surrender.
My forehead hits his again on a loud cry of his name, “Ax!”
Shudders suddenly submerge us both, pulling us under until we’re left suffocating on the ocean floor of my satisfaction. Burning sensations build in my lungs that are in obvious need of air, yet the seemingly endless euphoric pulsations are worth the minor, momentary pain. Per my date’s request, I feverishly ride the orgasmic wave and let my body clumsily jerk around during its relishing of being brought to a new level of content.
When the aftershocks finally start to subside, shame over not only being so brazen but allowing myself to be taken in public rather than in private starts to set in.
It’s not like what we did was wrong.
I’m just not used to going with my feelings first and logic second.
Is it wrong to make the switch?
Is it wrong that when it comes to Ax it naturally just happens?
Is it wrong that it feels good when it does?
Between work and family and my best friend there’s so much thinking and overthinking that has to constantly happen that getting to simply enjoy the ride of something that brings me so much joy is appreciated beyond words.
Isn’t this what dating should bring you?
Happiness and peace?
Not stress and heartache?
A small suck is executed on my bottom lip prior to Ax sighing, “I need to feel that on my tongue next.”
The statement shifts my lids up, allowing our hazed stares to meet.
He carefully slides his finger free and into the small space between us. There it idles, like a carnal challenge waiting to be met. The instant his tongue snakes outward, mine follows suit. They each enjoy a long, lascivious lick of the sweet juices that were pouring out of me before meeting at the tip to tangle again.
Even though Ax’s waters appear to be deep, choppy, and mysterious, something tells me they’re the ones I’ve been waiting my whole life to swim in.
I love the idea of discovering the treasures that are waiting on his ocean floor.
I just hope he lets me.
Chapter 4
“Where do you keep going?” My brother complains from the other end of our video chat. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to have a conversation with you like this?”
“You’re the one who’s insisting on having it right now,” I effortlessly counter as I search through the grocery bag for the hot sauce I bought.
And, I know I bought it because I had a very lengthy conversation with a busty blonde grocery clerk about its level of hotness.
Not looking to repeat the mouth numbing embarrassment I suffered on one of our earlier dates.
It’s hard to believe we’ve already been seeing each other for three weeks now.
Time seems to just fly by when we’re together and drag on for ages when we’re apart, which is more often than I fucking care for. Being top chief requires so much of her time that some days unless I make the extra effort to go out to wherever she’s stationed for the day – office or the shore – I won’t get more than a good morning and good night text message. To say I’m not used to being this…leashed – needy isn’t a word I’ll ever entertain – would be the understatement of my lifetime. It’s just strange waiting for someone to call some days. Hoping that they’ll have time to swing by your place when work wraps up. Being overly excited when you get an evening to go dancing on the beach or an hour