Stealing Her Heart

To think, twenty-four hours ago, I was living my less-than-average life. Nothing noteworthy to report. No plans to look forward to. No one to spend time with. Now I’m walking into a suite that includes a Jacuzzi in the bathroom and a living room with not one but three sofas and windows all around.

“This is all ours?”

A balcony is straight ahead, the huge windows open wide, the night air filtering inside, carrying with it the smell of the ocean. I can hear it too, rocking back and forth under a crescent moon reflected in the rippling surface. The curtains sway, and I take a big whiff.

It smells like freedom.

“Let’s go,” I say excitedly.

Robert has just wheeled his suitcase over next to the wardrobe. I’ve still got nothing but my handbag. We had planned to stay in tonight, order take-out, and continue where we left off in the airplane, albeit in much more comfortable positions this time. We were going to go out exploring tomorrow, during which time I could buy everything a girl needs on vacation, but I can’t wait.

“Go where?”

“To the water.”

Robert almost hesitates. He’s obviously exhausted, as am I, but I pull him out the door and down the elevator nevertheless. A two-minute walk past the hotel pool leads us to luscious sands illuminated by moonlight and streetlamps lining the boardwalk. The beach is abandoned, save for a few couples strolling further up the sand.

I run ahead, shedding my shoes without a care as to whether I’ll be able to find them again. When the first wave rolls over my toes, and I sink a fraction of an inch into the sand. The fear of getting my only set of clothes wet is the only thing keeping me from venturing further into the water. I should wait until tomorrow to buy a bathing suit, but a few glances around tells me that we’re pretty well alone. And we’ll remain alone at least long enough to get neck-deep in the water if I hurry.

If we hurry.

As I go to undo my skirt, Robert’s eyebrows lift.

“I said I wanted to go to the water.” That’s the only explanation—and only invitation—I give as I drop my skirt to the sand. Next comes my blouse. In seconds I’m nude. I’ve got my right arm holding up and covering my breasts, but that’s more out of habit than anything else. When I confirm that we’re still alone, I drop my arm so that Robert gets a full frontal view of me in the moonlight. Then I prance into the water, hoping I look more seductive than silly.

When I’m waist-deep, I turn back and smile at the sight of Robert struggling to get out of his jeans. He drops his clothes and my shoes to the sand and darts out after me, his cock swinging about. I wait for him to catch up, and before I can get out deeper, he lifts me up in his arms.

Our bodies press against each other. I can just feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass. He lifts me up further so that our lips meet. Wrapping my arms around him, I begin to wonder how we can make ocean sex work (and if I even want to try), when a wave hits us from behind, throwing us forward into the water. Any thoughts I had of keeping my hair dry are gone.

We wade in the water for ten minutes that feels like an hour. Jumping up with each oncoming wave. Shrieking when I step on something squishy in the sand. Whispering to each other about the people walking by, stopping to look down at our piles of clothes and then out at us. When the coast is clear, we run back onto the sand and throw on the barest necessities, carrying the rest into the lobby. We’re dripping as we wait for the elevator, laughing at our own absurdity.

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sp; Once we’re back in the room, we both go for the shower.

It’s a massive tiled rectangle with a bench at the back. After washing the saltwater off, I waste no time in making use of the bench. I direct Robert wordlessly to sit down and kneel in front of him. The water is washing down my back but not over my face, so it’s no problem to take his full length in my mouth, licking around his shaft as I work it in and out of the back of my throat. I relish in the way Robert’s fingers clench at the edges of the bench. At how his grip soon transfers to the roots of my hair. How he begins to subconsciously direct my motions until I’m a machine and he’s a piston exploding inside my mouth.

I peel my lips off his tip, savoring the way he shivers at this delicate touch. I’m even thinking that it's the end. That with this, he’ll be so satisfied that he won’t be able to help falling asleep the moment our bodies hit the bed. My suspicions are apparently confirmed when he finishes the shower before me. After drying my hair, I expect to find him conked out already, but he grabs me from behind and carts me over to the bed where he drops me off.

He looks down at me, his cock erect and proud. My legs are hanging over the side, and I open them wider, ready for him to enter me, but he does something surprising. Something none of my past boyfriends ever did.

He repays me for earlier.

Placing both of my thighs over his shoulders, his tongue crawls up my slit and circles around my clit. He paints a wet stripe over it, and I’m already clenching at the sheets. I wasn’t expecting this, nor did I realize how absolutely horny I was. I don't want him to stop doing exactly what he’s doing.

Which I make sure to tell him again. And again.

“Don’t stop. Oh, god, don’t stop.”

The pleasure washes over me like a wave in slow motion. I can see it coming. Hold my breath to prepare for the all-consuming torrent of feel-good chemicals that will flood my entire being. Then it's all light and warmth and my muscles clenching to hold it all in and keep it from escaping. Of course, this also means crushing Robert’s head between my thighs, but I just can’t help myself. And when I finally release him, he stands quickly and places the tip of his cock against my pussy.

Chapter 10

Robert

When I slide inside of her, Hailey draws in a deep breath. Then she’s me down on top of her. Taking my mouth in hers.

We are unbridled in our lovemaking. Our bodies writhe. I rub my hands down every bit of her skin my fingers can find. When I’m not catching my breath or finding her lips, I’m sucking on her luscious breasts. She has the cutest nipples I’ve ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for nipples to be anything but sexy, but hers manage to be cute as well. And I can’t help but suck at them, enjoying the way she presses against me as I do.