Page 67 of Kai
“I’m happy to add some challenges to the lesson.” He lowered his face to mine.
“Just remember.” I met his gaze, my blood boiling with the lust my sisters had so accurately predicted. “I get to choose my reward.”
“Agreed,” he said. “Can I show you?”
“Yes.”
His breath blew over my lips. He angled his lips over mine. The moment our mouths sealed, I felt his strength, his passion, his presence. My body sparked to life. He wasted no time. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth. I didn’t think I’d be capable of floatingandkissing, but once I opened my lips, I discovered I could multitask.
My situation became more difficult when he slid his mouth over my neck and planted a row of kisses down the middle of my chest. His fingers toyed with the fabric as he pulled aside my bikini and liberated one of my nipples.
“It’s important to get used to floating when there are other things happening around you.” His warm breath gushed over my erected nipple. “This will feel… good.”
He traced the raised edge of my areola with the tip of his tongue. He exposed my other breast and taunted my other nipple in the same way. Gently holding my breasts, he gatheredthem closer and flickered his tongue against one nipple, then the other. I gasped when his lips closed over one of my nipples without warning. He sucked hard.
“Oh, God!” I flinched and almost went down like the Titanic.
At the last moment, I kicked up and kept my feet from touching bottom because, well, I already considered this part of my win.
“Good save,” the sneaky Marine said, right before he sucked my other nipple.
The draw felt divine to my body. Signals of pleasure shot through me and converged at my pussy. My entire body quivered with need. I filled my lungs with breath and steadied my limbs, enduring his excruciating onslaught. “Endured” was the right word, given that he kept worshipping my body with his lips. He made floating harder, but also more enjoyable.
“To float is to surrender,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over the drops of water clinging to my chest and belly. “To float is to accept the water’s mercy.”
I adored the caress of Kai’s tongue and the merciless pull of his mouth, the absence of thoughts and worries, the feeling of freedom that came with baring myself to the skyandhim. His mouth on my skin was cause for celebration. The sea all around me joined in, enhancing my arousal.
Still floating and proud of it, I allowed my hand to drift closer to him and brushed his tented board shorts. A frisson of need shook my body, but I didn’t sink. Blinking up at Kai, I reached out and stroked the bulk beneath his swimsuit. “It seems as if your erection has also found its… What did you call it? ‘Center of buoyancy?’”
With a grunt, his lips let go of my nipple, leaving it flushed, swollen, and aching, glistening with his mouth’s moisture and excruciatingly sensitive to the air that prickledover my wet flesh. His reaction to my touch was immediate. Beneath his shorts, he hardened and winced.
“Cece?” He straightened beside me. “I don’t know if I can handle—”
“Relax.” I kept stroking him slowly, almost lazily, my fingers floating along the outline of his hardness and tracing the shape of his round head. “You said I could choose my reward.”
“I did say that.”
“Then I’ve made my choice,” I announced. “I’m not asking you to bare your soul to me. You can’t, and that’s fine.” I couldn’t do it either. “But I want your dick. Can you do that?”
He pressed his lips together and nodded.
“Okay, well.” The sand met my feet. “I’ve floated enough for one day.”
I stood up. Water dripped down my body. Each droplet felt like fingers caressing my breasts, stomach, and lower, urging me to pleasure. Keeping my eyes on his face, I pulled on the string and undid his shorts. Dipping my hand beneath the parted fabric, I brushed my fingertips over his steeled flesh, then braced it in my grasp, sliding my hand up and down. A strangled groan rumbled in his throat.
“You challenged me to see how long I could float. I want to see how long you can last.”
Kneeling in three feet of water, I pulled down his swimsuit, and with a little help from him, wrestled it over his feet. Then I tossed the wet garment toward the beach.
“This is…” I mumbled, staring at his sex. “You are…”
Big? Gorgeous? Appetizing?
None of the words did him justice. Under the sunlight, I caught every detail: his large helmet, which may or may not fit in me; the thick blue veins that fueled its strength; and the hairless, corrugated sacks from where it sprang.
I met his eyes and saw my reflection in his dark aviators,the wild quality of my desire, the ferocity that propelled me to lick him like a popsicle from bottom to top. His entire body shivered beneath my tongue. I wrapped my fingers around his base, planted a kiss on his tip, and lapped at the little drop that bubbled there.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips and savored him. “I know what I want for lunch.”
