The First Taste

I need more of that. Every drop of it.

It’s not like kissing other girls. It goes deeper. It sinks into my bones.

I don’t know how to handle that.

So I focus on her soft lips. The way she groans against my mouth. The way she tugs at my hair as I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.

I need to show her how to do this. How to lose herself in the moment.

I kiss her harder. I pull her closer. I claim her mouth with my tongue.

It’s ridiculous. She can’t be mine. It’s completely out of the question.

Right now—

This moment is ours. In this moment, she’s mine.

I’m not thinking about anything but how much I want to make her come.

I trace the strings of her halter top. Down her neck and chest. Over that tiny triangle.

I push the fabric aside.

Her breast spills from the top. I cup her with my palm. Run my thumb over her nipple.

She groans into my mouth. Rocks her hips against me. Claws at my back like she needs more. Like she needs everything.

She does.

And I need to give it to her.

And that’s fucking magic.

I make my pressure harder. It’s different, with us still wet from the beach. There’s less friction, but we’re stickier too.

She tastes like salt.

Fuck, I need to taste her everywhere.

I bring my lips to her neck. I kiss her softly to start.

Then harder.

Harder.

The scrape of my teeth.

Enough she feels it.

Enough it hurts.

“Fuck.” She sinks her nails into my back. “Holden—”

“Yeah, baby?”

The pet name makes her shake.

“You want more?” I bite her again, a little lower.

“Yeah-”

“You want me to suck on those gorgeous tits?”

“Mmmm.”

“They drive me insane, baby. You know that?” I take her free hand. Bring it to my cock.

She cups me over my swimsuit. “I love this.”

“Yeah?”

“This.” She rubs me over my swimsuit. “Knowing I make you hard.”

“You do.”

“And you… I want to make you come.”

“After.”

“You promise?”

“Fuck yeah.” I nip at the soft skin of her neck.

She lets out a heavy sigh.

I do it again. And again.

Until her sighs run together.

Slowly, I bring my lips to her chest. I tease her with light flicks of my tongue.

She scrapes her nails against my back.

My balls tighten. I should tell her to stop—this is going to show, and it’s going to be hard to explain—but I can’t.

Right now, none of that shit matters.

This is all that matters.

This is fucking everything.

I flick my tongue against her nipple a little harder.

Then harder.

Hard enough she shakes.

I toy with her nipple. With slow circles, fast flicks, zigzags.

The soft pressure of my mouth.

Then more. Harder. Until I’m sucking so hard her groan is agony as much as it’s ecstasy.

I move to her other nipple. Toy with her just as mercilessly.

When she’s panting, I scrape my teeth against her flesh.

“Fuck, Holden.” She rocks her hips against me. “Don’t stop.”

I scoop her into my arms. Help her onto the sand. Push her legs apart.

She looks up at me as I place my body between her legs. She pushes her other triangle aside.

I lower my body onto hers.

She groans as my hard-on brushes her cunt.

I kiss her hard and deep. Then I work my way down her neck.

To her breast.

I toy with her right nipple.

Then the left.

Then it’s my teeth against her flesh until she’s shaking.

Slowly, I move lower.

My lips between her breast.

On her stomach.

Above her bellybutton.

Below it.

At the low waist of her bikini bottoms.

I undo the right strap.

The left.

I peel the garment off her body. Lay it beneath her.

Her fingers dig into the sand.

Her chest heaves with her inhale.

“Holden,” she breathes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I… uh…”

“Remember what I said last night?”

“Just breathe?”

“Yeah. Can you do that for me?”

She nods okay.

“If it’s too much.” I take her hand. Bring it to the back of my head.

Her fingers curl into my hair. She tugs softly. Then harder.

“Perfect.” I pry her thighs apart.

She groans as I pin her legs to the sand.

I want to tease her for hours. To keep her on the edge. To stay the only thing in her brain.

God, if this was different, if we were in my apartment with no plans.

If I could spend the entire week making her come.

Learning every nook and cranny of her body.

Exactly where to press to make her purr—

Fuck, what am I saying?

So what if I don’t have all afternoon?

I have this.

And this is fucking magic.

I press my lips to the inside of her thigh.

Then higher.

Higher.

Higher—

So, so close to where I need to be—

There.

She groans as I bring my lips to her clit.

I lick her up and down. Slowly.

Not to tease her or toy with her or push her toward the edge.

Because I want to taste every inch of her.

The salt from the ocean. And a sweetness that’s all her.

I run my tongue over her one more time. Then I bring my mouth to her clit.

Brush my lips against her softly.