Chapter 79 Waves And Fire
Elsie was sitting right where the water touched the sand, molding a small pile of white sand with her hands, throwing it up, and letting it fall through her fingers. The golden sun kissed her skin, making her glow in a way I hadn’t seen before. She looks fucking gorgeous in Jacob’s t-shirt.
She looked calm, like the world hadn’t just tried to break her. The water would rush up, touch her legs, and run back out.
I watched her from where I stood, holding a first-aid kit. I had been watching her for ten minutes, waiting for the moment to go over without making her jump.
I took the last few steps to reach her and lowered myself carefully onto the sand.
"I brought the things," I said softly, opening the kit. "We need to clean those cuts, kitten. They're going to get infected if we leave the dirt in them."
She finally stopped messing with the sand and looked at the box, then at me. Her eyes were still guarded, but she didn’t pull away. She slowly stretched out one leg, showing me the long, angry scrape running down her calf.
Fuck, she wasn’t wearing panties and she just threw her legs apart carelessly, like that. I caught sight of her shaved pussy and my cock twitched immediately.
I gulped before dragging my eyes away even though it was hard to do.
I lifted the leg and placed it on my thigh, further exposing her. She gasped under her breath and I guess the cool air crept into her pink fold that was glistening with her creamy juice.
Jesus fucking Christ, I want to taste her. I want to clean that sweet mess up with my tongue.
I pulled out an antiseptic wipe. I moved slowly, making sure she knew she could stop me at any moment. As I gently dabbed the cut, the wipe turned brown with old blood.
"Does that hurt?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"A little," she admitted, but she didn't flinch. She was so much tougher than she looked. "But it's fine."
"Don't worry," I told her, my eyes focused completely on the wound. I cleaned it thoroughly and applied the thick cream. "It will heal fast after this."
The ones on her arms are mild scratches and didn’t need treatment to heal.
When I finished taping a fresh piece of gauze over the biggest scrape, I gently put her legs down and sat back on my heels. I started putting the things back into the box, but my movements slowed down. I lifted my gaze from the kit to her face.
The soft light of the late afternoon made her look fragile, but the determination in her eyes was like steel. I had always wanted her to trust me, to come to me without me having to force the issue. I never wanted to rush her.
I watched Jacob fuck her, Aiden too, but I never did. I wanted her to want me… to beg for it.
My eyes dropped. They moved from the steel in her gaze to the curve of her throat, and finally landed on her lips. They were slightly swollen, still chapped from the cold wind. The color was soft, and I felt a heavy, deep ache in my chest just wanting to taste them.
She noticed.
I knew she did. I saw her eyes flick down, recognizing exactly where I was looking. But instead of pulling away, instead of using her usual fear and resistance, she met my eyes again. The air between us turned thick, almost suffocating.
Then, slowly, deliberately, she leaned in.
My breath caught in my throat. This was it. This was the first time she had ever started anything with me. It was everything I had wanted, a silent invitation I couldn't ignore.
I dropped the first aid box. The plastic clattered softly on the sand, but I didn't care. I captured her mouth instantly, meeting her halfway. It wasn't gentle; it was fierce, driven by months of wanting her, of holding back. I kissed her back with a rush of need.
I parted her lips and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. I sucked fiercely on her tongue, demanding a response, and she gave it, meeting my intensity.
The kiss was heated, raw, and completely uncontrolled. I wrapped my hand around the back of her head, pulling her face tighter against mine, making sure she couldn't pull away.
She made a low sound in her throat, a choked noise of pleasure and surrender. Her hands, the hands that had been molding the sand minutes ago, came up and found the buttons of my shirt. They were shaking slightly, but her fingers were frantic as they worked to undo the front of my shirt, one button after another.
I finally pulled back, resting my forehead against hers, breathing hard.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice deep and rough. This was not a moment for my typical gentleness.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes dark and burning.
I felt the last bit of my control snap. "I'm not gentle, kitten," I warned her, the words a low growl. " I’ve held it in for you for a long time. I might not be able to control myself when I begin fucking you. I'm not going to take it easy on you."
She gripped the open sides of my shirt, her fingers digging into the muscle beneath. "I'm not asking for easy, Aiden."
That was all I needed. I captured her mouth again, kissing her intensely, completely losing myself in the kiss. The world faded, leaving only the sound of the waves and the desperate beat of my heart against my ribs.
I let my body fall back, pulling her down with me, so the sand cushioned us. The sound of the waves pulled back, leaving us exposed, ready to drown in the moment.
Her face hovered over mine, a small smile on her face as she quickly yanked the t-shirt up her shoulder and threw it aside.
Her breasts giggled out, and I reached up to cup and squeeze them together.
She bent and kissed me deeply. Her breasts pressed against my chest. She tongued my mouth, our saliva mixing as she rocked her bare pussy on my stomach, her juice cold and sticky, smearing my skin a she rocked violently.