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'The Night' on Boneyard Beach was over fifteen years ago, but for Jenna
Sinkler it is replayed each time she closes her eyes. His hands touching
her, the salt marsh taste of his lips, and the ultimate "first time"
every girl dreams of.
EXCERPT
He stopped in the sand, his face turned downwards to
mine. His hand slipped up my back to
cradle my neck, forcing my face to his.
His breath, slow and deliberate on my skin, warmed me as he lowered his
lips to mine. The smell of the beach,
Hawaiian Tropic and lust weighed heavily in my nostrils. I dropped deeper and
deeper into his trance. With our lips
pressed hard against one another, his tongue darted out, forcing his way past
my guard. I couldn’t help it. The flush, tingly feeling crept up my spine
and now flooded my arms and legs, I felt almost lethargic. Yet his strong arms and steady embrace held
me close to him, providing the security I needed to allow myself to acquiesce
to him. I was his, his for the
taking. I was simply powerless to guard
against his desires.
I was lying on the sand, digging the meticulously painted
toes of my right foot into the sand as I bent my knee slightly. His strong hand clutched my waist while his
mouth gently worshipped my skin as he kissed his way across the tops of my
breasts. My inner slut begged him to rip
off my top so I could feel his lips on every inch of my body.
I gazed up at the moon while the curls of his hair brushed
lightly under my chin. I fought the urge
to spread my legs and invite him inside.
His slow deliberate pace kept my passion just in front of his actions,
making my body ache, urge, encourage, downright beg for his touch. His fingers slipped inside my bathing suit
bottom, and slowly pulled them down over my hips. The stars above my head seemed to move in
unison, deepening my trance as they all swirled together. My mind struggled to follow my body, to
mentally record each of his movements, but it was a losing battle. I fell into a complete state of jello beneath
him.
Independent of thought now, my hips rose to meet his
fingers. I was desperate for more of his
touch. And even as I tried to rush the
moment, he pulled away, confirming that he was indeed in charge, and he would
move this along at his pace. He was
savoring every moment of the encounter as though he were a maestro and each
flick of his hand delivered power and emotion.
His knee gently pushed mine aside as he rolled over on top
of me. Holding himself up, he resumed
kissing my face: all of it. His warm lips brushed over my eyelids as his
breath matched mine. A crescendo of emotions
fit perfectly with his touch. Yet each
act seemed to meet or exceed my expectation.
His soft smooth skin felt hot to the touch as I slid my
hands over his broad shoulders. The
muscles seemed to ripple under my fingertips as I slid down to his waist. I pulled him into me, feeling the weight of
his body pressing against me as he continued to kiss me deeply. It all seemed like it was both in slow motion
and at the speed of light.
I felt his desire for me in each kiss, as well as the hard
lump between the muscular thighs. My
fingers struggled with his waistband, I pulled and pushed on his shorts but my
arms weren’t long enough to get them past his muscular thighs. Sensing my frustration, he carefully balanced
himself above me on one arm and slid his shorts down, never breaking the
powerful kiss we enjoyed. The warmth of
his skin mingled with the damp feeling between my legs. The knot within my stomach traveled to my
throat. I tried to open my eyes as he
pushed inside me but the raging fire of pain clinched them shut. Once past my virginal wall, he stayed still
within me, allowing the pain to subside.
Slowly he began to move again, instantly warming me with the slow,
gentle burn I now yearned for. His
motions were deliberate as he sank deeper inside, his hips once again touched
mine. Slow, gentle movements allowed me
to catch my breath as he finally broke our kiss. I forced my eyes open as he stared into my
soul with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
The moonlight behind him, highlighting his bouncing brown curls seemed
almost majestic as our bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity. Everything seemed to fit together perfectly,
and my body exploded with one orgasm after another, each better than the one
before.
And then it happened.
He slammed into me hard and deep as I felt this incredible flood of
warmth spread through my hips, across my torso, down each leg and out each
arm. Every finger and toe seemed to
sizzle with electric current as the feeling of fulfillment spread throughout my
entire body. He dipped his head beside mine,
his young beard scraped my cheek softly as he exhaled an incredible moan of
satisfaction.
Finally he rolled over onto his back, pulling me into him
with his arm around my neck. I slipped
my leg over his and watched him breathe.
Funny how quickly our breaths resumed our rhythm. We laid there for what seemed like hours as I
closed my eyes and replayed the events in my mind. If it were not for the waves now lapping at
our feet, we probably wouldn’t have heard our friends calling our names from
down the beach.
