Nan cooked my favourite home-made dinner as usual, and although she wouldn’t ever admit to his face that she liked Joe, she was obviously warming to him and enjoying the sarcastic banter that they both had flying back and forth over the table. Nan had met her match in Joe and she liked that he wasn’t scared to challenge her.
Once dinner was over and we were collecting up the plates to wash up, Nan announced that there was a dance on at the local community centre that she was invited to and asked us if we’d like to join her. Joe looked across at me with pure fear in his eyes. As much as I’d have loved to torture him with an acceptance, it would have been torture for me too.
“Paolo’s going to be there, you could brush up on your mamba Ella.” Nan was seriously out to cause trouble this weekend.
“I don’t think so, you can have your Latin lover all to yourself tonight Nan.” I joked, which seemed to put Joe’s mind to rest. I couldn’t work out what made him more tense, the idea of dancing in a community centre with a load of old women or the fact that a man’s name had been mentioned alongside mine.
As Nan readied herself for kicking up her heels, I called out our goodbyes and led Joe out of the cottage and down the short winding path towards the beach. I had been so lucky to grow up by the sea. It always calmed me and made me feel grounded.
“So this is where little Ella used to run around causing trouble and getting all the boys’ attention?” Joe whispered as we landed on the sand, and he pulled me into a long awaited hug. I buried my face in his neck to inhale him and get my fix. It had been frustrating being in the same room as him at Nan’s but not being able to get to him like I usually did. We didn’t like not touching, we were always connected in some way when we were together.
“I had the best childhood here, you’ll have to take me home to show me your childhood memories sometime.” I said before I could engage my brain. “I’m sorry, I said that without thinking. I know your childhood wasn’t something you like to remember.” I kissed his t-shirt over his chest and sighed sadly.
“Yeah, my childhood was a pile of shit, but my future looks pretty damn good. Now that’s something I’ll be remembering in the old folks home years from now.” He said as he took my face in both of his hands and kissed me.
“I meant to tell you, Nan has banned you to the spare room tonight. No night time cuddles for us.” I stuck my bottom lip out like a petulant child.
“I’d expect nothing else. Your Nan is from a different generation Ella and I’d never disrespect her in her own home. Doesn’t mean we can’t do things outside her home though does it?” He squeezed my ass and made me gasp.
“Beach sex is way too messy, sand gets everywhere.” I joked then blushed profusely.
“I don’t even want to know how you know that, my inner beast is already braced in attack and defend mode as it is with all that talk about Simon at dinner. You really don’t want to p
ush me Ella.” He pushed his forehead against mine and growled down at me.
“Sorry!” I hissed through gritted teeth, and snaked my arms around his neck to pull him forward for another deeper kiss, our tongues sliding over each other’s and massaging the tension away.
“Come on let’s go walk in the waves.” I kicked my ballet pumps off, picked them up and walked Joe to the edge of the beach where the sea met the shore and the white bubbles fizzled and tickled over our toes.
We walked hand in hand along the water’s edge and talked about our ideas for the wedding, our hopes and dreams for the future and what we both wished for. Joe said he wanted as many children as he could get. I humoured him on that one, I hadn’t tried childbirth yet so I wasn’t tying myself to a number anytime soon. He also told me he didn’t want us to live in the apartment after the wedding, he wanted us to find a house outside the city. That surprised me, I always thought he liked being in the thick of things, but he said he was done with the pace of the city, he wanted a slower life for us, something more suitable for raising children. He was definitely getting broody, there was no doubt about that.
As we walked on I noticed the beach cave up ahead that I used to play in with my friends as a child. We’d take picnics and hide out there, role playing pirates or castaways. If I looked closely I’d probably still find some of the pictures and names we used to carve into the rocks. However the sun had set and the only light we had on the beach came from the glow of the moon. I had a feeling Joe would enjoy a little detour into my ‘cave’.
“Let me show you my hidden cave.” I teased provocatively biting my lip and pulling him up the beach towards the gap in the rock face up ahead.
“Sounds…interesting.” He grinned and chuckled.
We ducked our heads to get through the entrance into the cavernous hide out. The crash of the waves and our breathing the only sounds we could hear.
“I think I need to make the most of every moment alone with you this weekend.” He softly muttered, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to have this ass.” He held one arm around my waist and palmed my ass with the other.
“I have a serious obsession with your ass you know.” He reached both hands down now to squeeze me in his favourite place.
He moved his hands up to cup my face and kiss me, our tongues tasting, exploring each other as we groaned and sighed into each other’s mouths. Then he moved his hands back down to my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his neck, running my hands through his hair and tugging lightly at it to show him I wanted more, rough and harder. He slammed my back against the rock and ground his hips into me, to show me how hard he was right now. I moaned as he used one hand to hold me in place and another to knead and stroke my ass, my thigh and up to my boobs. I was soaking wet for him, and panting like a dog.
“How do you want me?” I whispered.
He set me down on my feet and sighed heavily before lifting my dress over my head and throwing it down. My bra was next as he expertly snapped the hook open and exposed my breasts. He dipped his head and sucked a nipple hard into his mouth making me gasp and squirm. He licked and laved around the nipple before sucking it back into his mouth as hard as he could and driving me insane. I pushed forward into his mouth grabbing his head as I did, wiggling my hips to get some much needed relief. Then he squeezed my breast as he rolled the nipple between is fingers and used his mouth on the other one, as my senses went into overload I was crying and whimpering for him.
“I fucking love you.” He said to me as he stood and stared down into my eyes. I was yearning for him, I couldn’t hide it, he knew exactly how to drive me wild.
He grabbed my knickers and yanked hard, the familiar sound of tearing fabric echoing in the cave and making me even wetter, my delicate folds now tingling for his touch. The colder air making me more sensitive and adding that extra sensual edge to what we were doing. His fingers were on me instantly, flicking over my clit, circling around then along my folds and to my entrance.
“You’re so wet.” He growled inserting a finger in me and rubbing my walls to build my desire.
“And you have too many clothes on.” I whined back weakly, not sure I had the energy to remove his clothes as I was so lost under the spell of his clever eager fingers.