Page 19 of Hula Girl

Before I can respond, he’s slid to his knees on the floor in front of me, casting aside his glass in favor of reaching out to hold my hips with his hands. He lowers his face to my lap, flicking his tongue against the spill of tequila and sending a shiver through me. Heat fills my body and my core tightens in anticipation. The way he licks, sucks, and nibbles at the tender skin of my thigh, slowly making his way inward and upward, has me panting for more.

I’m still sitting upright, still holding my glass, though. I want nothing more than to surrender to what he’s doing to me. What he’sgoingto do to me. It’s a very bad idea, but I gulp down the tequila just so that I can put down the glass without spilling any more. And then I fall back onto his bed, just as he peels off my thong and pulls one of my legs over his shoulder.

It’s such a vulnerable position to be in, especially with someone I just met. But I’m too turned on to be worried about that. Besides, I’ve felt oddly comfortable with him since this morning when he snuck up beside me to say that doing hula moves might get me a better signal on my phone. Despite the fact that he makes me salivate with desire, he also somehow manages to set me at ease. He’s just so relaxed, taking everything at its own pace. That easy demeanor has a way of rubbing off on you.

Not that we’re exactly in the calmest state at the moment.

It’s impossible for me to be calm. It’s impossible for me not to writhe against the firm strokes of his tongue as he alternates between teasing my clit and probing deep inside me. And when he greedily trails kisses along my entire slit before concentrating on the throbbing bud of my clit once more, I give in to the sensation of his warm tongue sweeping over me in motions that send me closer and closer to the edge. It’s when he ever so gently nibbles before sucking hard on my clit that I lose it, my body racked with the most intense orgasm I can remember. It goes on and on as he doesn’t let go until he’s gotten everything he can out of me coming for him. I finally have to pull his hair as I go slack because I can’t take it anymore.

“What have you done,” I say with a laugh, covering my eyes with my hand. “I’m destroyed.”

I can hear him retrieve his glass before taking a swallow. Then the bed shifts as he joins me. I let my hand fall away and open one eye, looking at him. He’s on his side, still dressed, and very relaxed.

He does that sexy thing where he squints slightly and smiles his crooked grin. “You’re not destroyed. You’realiveand you are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says.

“If that’s what me flailing around while having an insanely incredible orgasm seems like to you, then I’m good with that.”

“Flailing? Nah, those were the hula moves I was looking for.”

I laugh and pull him to me. “I want more of you,” I say and kiss him.

We kiss until we’re so needy that we have to break apart to remove our clothes. He takes the initiative to grab a condom and after he’s rolled it on and turns to me, his back against the flimsy headboard, I waste no time, climbing onto him while he’s still sitting. But I don’t rush the part where I guide him into me. I do that slowly, wanting us both to feel every inch of sensation. He’s long and thick and fills me so completely that I never want to stop riding him this way, even if doing so means we’re creating a rhythmic knocking noise as the bed pushes against the wall. Then he takes the words out of my mouth.

“Ahh,” he moans, “fuck, you feel good.”

He’s got his eyes closed, savoring our connection. But when I pull my upper body away from him, so I can angle my hips even closer to his, he watches me through a lust-filled gaze, his mouth slightly open. I reach out and touch his bottom lip and he grabs my wrist, pulling me to him again so he can devour my mouth with his while deftly changing our position. On top of me now, he works his hips in a slow grind while toying with my nipple and has me building toward another orgasm. Raising himself on his arms, his muscles flexed, he watches me for that sign that I’m close.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “Come for me, honey. I love having my face between your legs, but I want to watch you come this time.”

His words and movements have the intended effect and soon I’m doing as he asks, completely shameless in my pleasure, crying out with each wave of ecstasy.

“Hell, yeah,” he says approvingly as I slowly come back to myself.

I should be depleted after the heights he’s brought me to, but all I want is for him to have his own mind-blowing experience. I raise my legs up, my knees against his ribs.

“It’s your turn,” I say. “However you want …”

That’s all the permission he needs to now do as I ask, plunging deep inside me, one hand on my ass and the other on my breast as he raises himself up on his knees for better leverage. He’s pumping so hard that I can feel his balls slap against me and he’s on the verge. But then he lowers his hand once more to my clit and I automatically try to move it away, certain I’ll be too sensitive to allow his touch.

“No,” I moan when he won’t let me push him away.

“Yes,” he counters. His touch is light, more a tease than anything else.

To my surprise, it generates that aching desire all over again and now I press his hand down where it is, wanting him there. Needing him there as he thrusts in and out of me from tip to root, his motion slower now but no less satisfying.

“Yes,” I moan, my eyes half-closed as I build up once more.

As soon as I come, he returns to more forceful fucking and I go along for the ride, now the one watching as he comes with a deep, satisfied groan.

When he collapses on top of me, the weight of his body against mine feels so good that I wrap my arms and legs around him to keep him there. Slowly, we both regain our normal breathing and beyond that, I can hear the waves outside his door. It might be that the tequila is finally hitting me, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a more thrilling, magical experience.

8

Ava

That thrill and magic is nowhere to be found when Surfer Boy gently wakes me in the morning with a kiss on my temple.

I groan and squeeze my eyes closed, not wanting any light to assault my hungover senses.

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