CHAPTER 9
Amelia
I don’t say anything else. I don’t have to. I know what’s on his mind, because it’s on my mind too.
The only question is where, but it’s quickly answered when he leans in toward me and scoops me up in his arms.
“Oh!” I say, feeling like a princess being carried off by her knight on a white horse.
He moves at the same speed as when we were walking. He’s so big and strong, carrying me is like nothing for him. His masculinity and strength make me feel so feminine and light and beautiful. I’ve never had an experience with a man like this before, and he hasn’t even kissed me yet.
Part of me realizes that that’s part of the problem right there. I was dealing with boys before. This is a man, but not just any man. This is the guy who can challenge me to do things I don’t even know I can do. He can push me forward just as much as I know he can push all the right buttons in the bedroom.
I’m staring up into his eyes when suddenly I feel my body rising. I turn my neck in time to see that he’s carrying me up the steps of the lifeguard tower, with no hands touching anything but me.
“How do you stabilize yourself?”
“I spent a summer traveling with the circus.”
“Tightrope walking?” I laugh.
“A little bit of everything.”
I don’t know if he’s serious or joking. It sounds ludicrous, but he’s got me wondering now. Not for long though when he sets my feet down on the lifeguard platform and takes my face in his hands.
“There’s only one first kiss,” he says. “There’s no do-overs or second chances.”
“No there’s not,” I say, feeling my heart flutter and a tingling in my shoulders and arms.
His head moves toward mine stopping just short. The anticipation sends goose bumps across my arms and legs, and I feel light, like I could float away.
I can feel his warm breath on my lips as his thumb gently strokes my cheek.
And then when I can’t take it anymore, he comes forward those last few inches and our lips meet for the first time.
Oh my god, what a kiss. My entire body freezes up causing me to forget to breathe. I quickly become dizzy and I feel my knees go weak and my head starts to spin.
“I got you!” he says, grabbing me by the waist. “Let’s sit you down,” he says.
“I’m okay.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
He places me down on the lifeguard platform. It’s too cliché to say aloud, but he literally just took my breath away. It’s what I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
He fans some air on me with his hand, but he doesn’t need to. The breeze across the windswept beach is all I need to feel rejuvenated.
I lean into him and kiss him with my eyes closed.
He was right about there only being one first kiss, but the second sure is amazing too.
We continue kissing like school kids who don’t have a care in the world.
He leads the pace, alternating between light, soft, gentle affection kisses and more passionate deep kisses. It’s a roller coaster and I don’t ever want to get off.
Suddenly he stands, before reaching down to pick me up.
“You’re okay to stand?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.”
He lifts me up, and the kissing continues only getting hotter.
Now that we’re standing his hands have more room to maneuver, which I notice when I feel his fingertips run up and down my back, before grabbing my hips tightly.
His hands aren’t the only ones that are wandering. I slide my hands between his suit jacket and shirt, grabbing his sides as I feel his tree trunk like midsection. I reach for his shirt, tugging it from his trousers. I run my hands along his abdominals as his kisses speed up and change from passionate from lustful.
“Are you ready for another first?” he asks.
“I’m ready for everything, with you,” I say.
My words turn him into an animal as his hands spin me around. He runs his hands up my spine as my hands press flat against the lifeguard tower.
I hear his belt unbuckle and his trousers drop, just before I feel him lift my dress and violently yank my panties down.
His arms wrap around me from behind as he gently bites my earlobe.
I’m a wet mess in-between my legs, and I want nothing more than to finish what we started in his office.
One hand releases from my front and I feel it a second later against my ass.
My back arches even more as I breathe out hard.
He smacks me again, this time getting a moan from me.
He continues, bringing my moans to a fever pitch.
The spanking stops as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
His other hand grabs my breast through the fabric. He squeezes hard, and I feel the head of his cock slide inside me.
I’m dripping and he enters with ease, but only part way. I’m either too tight or he’s too big. Probably some of both, but it hurts so good.
He slides almost all the way out of me, still keeping the tip inside, before slowly sliding back in allowing each and every nerve ending inside my pussy to feel his dick.
“Oh my god!” I say.
“You feel so good. So amazing,” he says in my ear.
“You feel so… You feel so… I’m gonna cum!” I scream. My mouth opens wide. “Aaaaaaaah. Aaaah. Ah. Ahhhhhhh!” I explode, covering his cock in my juices.
My head falls forward and I lose all feeling in my body as I pass out in his arms.