Lorelie Brown - Riding the Wave

Christ, even that thought sent a dirty shiver through her. She let her fingers dive back into Tanner’s hair. The strands weren’t exactly soft, but they had a wiry texture she found fascinating.

Or maybe she liked touching him.

She smiled. Yeah. She did like that. Any chance to touch him and she would take it.

“Here.” He kissed her again, a fast sweep. She’d give him anything for more of those drugging kisses that made her head spin. “Not everything. I don’t have any condoms on me. But there’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

He flattened his hand wide over her bare stomach. The wiggling inside her fluttered to a stop, then surged higher in a heavy thud in her chest. She’d give anything to wipe the shadows away from their hiding spot. She wanted to see the way he looked at her. But she’d have to give up the moment to do that. Give up the chance.

“How long?” She’d like to be able to give him something he’d been thinking about for years. A special little boost.

But what he said next was even better.

“Since I saw you come in off the waves my first morning home I’ve wanted to drop to my knees and lick you.” He spoke between kisses, little quiet whispers that streaked down her limbs in promise.

How in the name of God could she even consider passing that up? She nodded her agreement.

The nerves almost came back when he reached past her to turn on the water. It splashed down on them, at first cold but a couple quick moments turned it warm. The whole time, Tanner’s gaze was fixed on her face as he moved by rote.

When the water poured warm, he kissed her again. Hard enough that her eyes drifted shut and she thought she might melt backward into the cool tile that lined the walls. The shower drove off the salt-sharp smell of the ocean. Her world narrowed.

Tanner. Only Tanner. Everything else could scurry away. She didn’t need it.

His touch. His kiss. The sweep of his hands over her hips. The confident way he tugged her bikini bottoms down her legs. He followed them down, onto his knees.

Thick weight lodged in her chest. She could barely breathe at having a man like that on his knees before her. She stroked back his coarse hair, watching a tiny bit of moonlight work its way through a slat in the wall to gleam off the strands. They weren’t particularly concealed.

She wasn’t sure she cared. She’d nothing left but this chance, this moment. The heady responsibility of having him on his knees before her.

He ducked his head, licked over the ridge of her hipbone. She hissed in a breath at the enticing pleasure. There wasn’t a moment of this she’d give up. It felt as if she was finally getting repaid, but for what, she had no idea. Lusting after him from afar? That was ridiculous.

The trace of his tongue over her seam sent her chin dropping loosely to her chest. Her fingers clenched in his hair. More. She needed more of that teasing. But she needed it harder, deeper.

More altogether.

“Tanner,” she said, and the tone of her voice was almost a warning. But of what, she still didn’t know.

“Hmm?” He hummed the response against her lips. The trembling sent a pulse of feeling up through her. So goddamn close.

She shifted her feet apart a few inches. She had to plant her hands flat on opposite sides of the shower, wedging herself in, because her knees were trembling so freaking hard. If this went on much longer, she might lose her mind. Come right out of her skin in a ratcheting-high sense of anticipation.

Outside the open door of the cubicle, the moon must have risen above the neighbor’s roof. Light poured over Tanner’s face. The blunt beauty of his features struck a chord within her. His hands stroked up the insides of her thighs.

“Did you want something?” He purred it right up against her pussy. The vibrations made her hips twitch in an involuntary way. The devious smile at his mouth made her even more impatient.

One hand dove deep in his hair and tugged. “Now, Tanner. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Tanner spread his fingers wide over Avalon’s trim waist. Her skin felt like spun silk. He’d never felt a softer woman.

But there was nothing soft about the grip she had on his hair.

Part of him dug it, liked the little bite of pain along his scalp. But most of him got a strangely smirky feeling. He’d soon show her who was really in charge.

The tiny pets and strokes he made over her flat stomach gave away who was the real boss. She twitched under every touch, wiggling in a very appealing way. Her hips surged toward him, silently begging.

The water pattered down around them, combining with the cubicle and the relative dark to provide an impression of privacy. It wasn’t real privacy, nothing that would protect them from the prying eyes of neighbors. Avalon’s feet and his knees between them would be easily spotted in the daytime.

Only the cover of night gave them the slightest screen of respectability. And still Avalon wanted him badly enough to risk it. That rocked him all the way down to his gut. For his part, he loved the rush. It felt kind of like riding high on a wave three times his height.

But he finally had her under his mouth. Where he’d wanted her. The first moment he’d seen her riding in, he’d wanted to shake her up. And, yeah, maybe he’d realized that she wasn’t near as self-assured as she wanted everyone to believe. But that didn’t take care of this need he had to see her all mussed and wrecked.

He huffed an intentionally humid breath over the lips of her pussy. She was trimmed close, a little patch of dark hair pointing right toward bare lips. The soft gasp she gave went straight to his cock.

The caw of seagulls broke his fascination. They didn’t have all the time in the world.

The first lick made him wish for an eternity. She tasted damn good. A little salt from the ocean, but mostly crisp woman taste. He loved the quiet sounds that broke from her.

He rolled his tongue over her full length at first, then went hunting for her clit. When her hands locked across the back of his head, nails digging in, he knew he’d found the right spot.

His entire body thrummed in response to what he worked out of Avalon. She turned him inside out with only her responsiveness. The choked gasps she gave, the way her hips twitched under his attentions.

The world narrowed to his task, the licking and sucking and nibbling that seemed to be driving her nuts. Mission accomplished.

“Tanner,” she said on a breath. Her voice squeaked upward at the end. “Please, God, Tanner.” The words all poured together, turning into one big smash of pleading.

She tossed her head back, seemingly without even noticing the water that sluiced over her face. The shower sprayed and gleamed on her curves. A rivulet ran down between her breasts, over the thin line of her swimsuit, then past the plane of her stomach. When it got to the edge of her pussy, he licked it up in one long, slow move, tasting both the clean purity of the shower water and the salty sheen left on her skin by the ocean.

She jerked her feet farther apart, nudging him with her pelvis. “Please. Don’t stop. Whatever you do.”

Fuck, he liked that. Liked having Avalon at his mercy, liked unlocking every bit of her. Liked knowing she was getting everything she needed—from him.

He pulled his mouth off her. The snug channel of her pussy enveloped two of his fingers. He curled them, watching up the length of her body for what made her ribs jump on a huge exhale. There. That was what he needed.

But in response, he had to give Avalon what she needed too. Because he’d be damned if he was done with her. Next stop would be his bedroom. He couldn’t help another lick of her clit.

He wrapped his free hand around her thigh. He pushed up, until she rested half her weight on him. She leaned her shoulders back against the tile of the shower stall, trusting him. Tucking her knee over his shoulder was easy; then he had a free hand that he could pet over her sleek body.

The smooth marble tiles of the shower walls extended to the floor, but the sandy coating was beginning to work sensation through his knees. He’d need to get off them soon, but not until he was ready. Not until Avalon had come all over him.

He reached up to palm her breast, slipping under the barely damp material. Her nipples tightened under his attention.

“Tell me what you want.” He punctuated his order with another lick of her, around the two fingers he still worked in and out of her.

“Come,” she managed to squeak. Barely a word. He’d snatched those away from her. Taken her whole into himself.

“What’s that?” He buried his smile against her flesh. Goddamn, she was soaking him. He loved it. The elation that ran through him had little comparison. He couldn’t help but tease her a little. Not to be mean, but because he felt so damn good. “Use your words, love.”

“Don’t be an asshole.” The tug she took out of his hair didn’t do much to kill his high. “You know what I want.”

“I sure as hell do.” He stroked fingers in and out of her, adding one more.

She gasped, the sound sliding deeper until it was nearly a groan. She slammed her forearm across her mouth. He couldn’t see the lush curve of her lips, but he understood. If she wanted to scream, she’d have to cover it.

And he was going to try like hell to make her scream.

“Yes,” he said. “Keep that right there. Better quiet those noises. Don’t be too loud.” He rocked his teeth against the inside tendon of her slim thigh. “You’ll get us caught.”