“Twenty-One. Final point.” She winked at me before bouncing on the balls of her feet, making her breasts bounce. I bit back a growl and watched the alluring globes jiggle. Ana broke me out of my trance with a volleyball to the head.
“Fuck!”
“Shit, Kev. I thought you’d at least try to block it.” She didn’t sound the least bit apologetic, laughing as I rubbed my forehead.
“Language, children,” Mom said, reprimanding us.
“Sorry, Kev.” Ana blew a kiss. “Do you want to go to your mom and have her kiss it better?”
That was it. I’d had enough. I casually walked to the side lines by our parents, but just to make it on the other side of the net where she was walking toward us. She didn’t see it coming when I quickly shifted. Only a loud screech escaped as I threw her over my shoulder and ran toward the blue waves crashing against the sand.
“Put me down, Kevin Harding.” Each shout was punctuated with her small fists against my back. With our parents behind us, I reached up and finally delivered the smack to her round ass she’d been begging for.
“Hold your breath, Anabelle.”
“Kevin! No! I have my shorts on sti-” Her words were cut off as I took us both under water. I may have copped a feel or pinched a nipple while we were covered by water.
She got away and splashed my face. “Dick.”
“I can give you some later.”
“As if I’d want that,” she scoffed with an eye-roll.
Just as I was preparing to tackle her again, my mom shouted from the beach. “That’s enough, Kevin Harding. You be nice to that young lady.”
“Yeah, Kev. Be nice to me.”
I let her walk past me before I reached out and tugged her bottoms down and ran past her laughing. Ana screamed but managed to hold them up so only a part of her ass showed. It was delicious looking and I couldn’t wait to take a bite out of it later.
I’d been lying on my bed for an hour, fairly certain that our parents had fallen asleep. We’d gone to dinner and come home to play games, staying up until past midnight. But everyone was asleep now, and I wanted to see Ana. I snuck out of my room, tiptoeing down the hall, making sure not to make any noise. Stepping into her room, I found it empty, but when I looked out the window at the beach, I saw her sitting by herself on the sand.
Worried about her, I grabbed a blanket from her bed and made my way to the beach. She’d looked so tired at dinner, her smile slipping for the first time since arriving, as she talked about all the plans she’d made for her mom. I knew she felt the weight of all the decisions on her shoulders. It was ironic that Ana felt weak because she wanted someone to take care of her. She was so strong, and just because she wanted to submit, didn’t mean she wasn’t able to kick ass on her own.
I laid the blanket out on the sand, and she stared straight ahead at the water, blond hair blowing over her face. When she still didn’t acknowledge me, I pulled her onto the blanket.
“What if I wanted to be alone?” she asked, still staring at the waves.
“I know you don’t. Now come here.” With a huff, she lay down next to me, and without hesitation, reached her hand across the small space and linked her pinky with mine.
The night sky sparkled with stars. We lay there, comforted by the crash of the waves against the shore.
“Anabelle,” I whispered, wondering if she’d fallen asleep.
“Yeah?”
One word. Whispered across the small distance between us and I wanted her. I always wanted her. “Come here.”
“I am here.”
“Come to me,” I commanded.
She moved until she was pressed to my side. I shifted to my side and looked down on her. The way her eyes sparked under the moonlight lit something inside me. I hadn’t gone out there to take her, but I couldn’t resist a taste. Pressing my lips to hers, I snaked my tongue out across her lips. They parted and allowed me entrance. Keeping the kiss slow, I brushed my tongue against hers, swallowing her soft moan. I wanted to eat every part of her and make it my own. My lips skimmed down her throat, bit across her chest, nipping the hard points pressing against her T-shirt. I dragged my tongue down the center of her abdomen as my finger worked to undo the snap and zipper on her jean shorts.
Tugging, I brought both her shorts and panties down her legs and off, tossing them to the side. My hands skimmed up the inside of her calves, past her knees and pressing her toned thighs apart. My heart pounded a rapid beat against my ribs as I breathed in, trying to grasp any part of her scent. I dragged my finger through her pussy, bringing the gleaming digit to my lips and tasting her.