Reed's Reckoning

She whimpers when I move my hands to her hips and slide my fingers under the sides of her suit then hold her against me. I kiss down until I reach her belly button. I’m so close to her pussy my mouth waters. Jesus Christ! Her smell alone can make me come in my shorts. I want to taste her right here, but I know I won’t be able to stop. Her body starts shaking against mine and when I look in her eyes, there’s need and longing.

Fuck it! I slide one hand down until I feel the skin against my fingers. Sucking in a breath, I try to calm down, knowing she is completely bare. The need to strip her and lick every inch almost overwhelms me. I test her entrance with one finger and find her soaking wet. Without warning, I slide in and suck at her skin gently. Her nails scrape against my scalp and she moans loudly. I add another finger and feel her flinch, I continue to move in and out, and slide my thumb to her clit. As soon as I touch the spot, she cries out and moisture coats my hand. Feeling her come against me causes my balls to pull up and I know I’m close too. Her moans fill the room as she convulses against me.

I slide my fingers out and look at her. She watches me as I lick each one savoring her taste. Heat creeps up her cheek and I notice small botches break out on her neck and chest.

“Angel, don’t be embarrassed. You taste amazing and it took every ounce of control I have not to lay you on that couch and rip this suit off.”

She grins and lowers herself to me. Her lips touch mine briefly but it’s not enough. I crush my mouth over hers and press her body against mine. The kiss is fast and deep and does nothing to help my aching erection.

“We have to stop.” I say against her lips. “Don’t test me.”

She leans back and sits on her heels panting. We stare at one another a few minutes until I help her off the floor and hand her the towel. I link our fingers together and lead her to the beach where I hope to God that there aren’t too many people around.

“Ari, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay, but first come here and let me put some sunscreen on your shoulders.” Her touch sends the familiar burning down my body that I have with only her. Thoughts drift to how right we feel together like this.

She lies down on her towel and I follow, propping up on my side to admire the view.

“I called my mom when I got home last night and told her everything.”

Panic crossed her face and I reach out to hold her hand.

“Ari, she was so excited. After I explained what happened and what you went through, she started crying. There was no judgment or anger at all. Just sympathy and concern. Then she became angry, livid really. She feels cheated out of the years with Davis as much as I do. My mom and sister watched how destructive I became the months after our breakup and worried about my life. You were the only girl I’d ever introduced to my mom as a true girlfriend. She liked you a lot and spent the last four years thinking terrible things about you. My sister always wanted to find you and kick your ass but I stopped her.”

“I’m not sure this is making me feel warm and fuzzy,” she says softly.

“Well, this might. When she finished crying and calmed down, she drilled me about you and Davis. She is so proud of you and what you did to raise our son. She asked for your number and then started talking about her trip up here. I tried to push her to Fourth of July, but she demanded to drive up in two weeks. We decided that I want to tell Cara myself because I need to explain what happened to us. So I plan on calling her tomorrow.”

“Why does your mom want my number?”

“Baby, I don’t know, but my guess is to talk your ear off. There are so many questions I couldn’t answer, she was relentless. I also think there’s a level of guilt. If I had given you a chance to talk to me that night at my apartment, things would have turned out really differently. I let my ego and fucking temper take over my judgment. She was really pissed at me about that. If it wasn’t for Davis, I think I’d get the silent treatment for a while.”

“Okay. Give her my number.”

“She’s going to be thrilled.”

“Reed?”

“Hmmm?” I run her knuckles across my lips and kiss them.