Landon
We cleaned up the dishes side by side; I washed and she dried. Spike lounged lazily on my couch. And I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. If TMZ could see me now, I thought as I scrubbed the pot clean of burnt rice that had stuck to the bottom.
“I think I’ll just throw this away,” I said, shutting the water off and giving up on my efforts.
“Give me that.” She took the pot from my hands, filled it with hot water and a few drops of dish soap, and brought it to the stove. “Once it comes to a simmer, it’ll scrape right off.”
“Huh. You learn something new every day.” I reached for her and nuzzled my nose against her neck. “Would you like dessert now or later? I made something.”
“You did not.”
“Okay, Kaholo made them, but only because he nixed my idea of s’mores. Besides, he’s not here to take the credit.” She giggled as I pulled an earlobe into my mouth. At the sound of it Spike came charging and causing a ruckus. “Not now, dude,” I said in between sucks.
“He needs to go out,” Zara said just as she tilted her head to the side giving me easy access to her neck.
After a few more nibbles and sucks, I said, “Fine. Let’s take him out so we can have dessert. Take your wine with you.”
She shut the burner off on the stove, and I grabbed my wine as she grabbed hers. Spike trotted along beside us, bolting to the nearest tree the moment I opened the door.
The air outside was only slightly cooler than the air in the bungalow. Hand in hand Zara and I walked out onto the beach, with Spike prancing about in his excitable way. The sky was glowing in hues of orange and pink. Earlier in the day, I’d dragged the two Adirondack chairs and tiny table from the porch onto the sand, anticipating a stunning sunset. As Spike frolicked, we sat to watch while still holding hands.
“Does anyone ever come strolling down your beach?” she asked, looking both left and right. It was absolutely deserted, which I loved about Hulopoe Haven.
“The only unannounced visitors I’ve gotten since arriving were Palu, Kaholo, and Spike. Why?”
“No reason.” She gave me a sideways glance that meant that she was up to something.
We watched as Spike dashed in and out of the surf, yipping at it angrily when it tossed him like a leaf in the wind.
“You do realize if Spike hadn’t stumbled upon my bungalow, we may never have met.”
“So we owe it all to Marshmallow.”
“We do. He should be credited in our wedding announcement.”
She grinned while shoving our entwined hands into my side before taking a sip of her wine. Spike settled himself on the sand a few feet away, exhausted from his battle with the tide. The setting sun cast a warm ray of light over her features, causing me to stare, mesmerized by her beauty. She eyed me right back, her eye contact unwavering and determined. There was a difference in her. No longer shy or uncertain, the Zara whose gaze was tethered to mine seemed to have come to peace with our connection.
She squeezed my hand affectionately, turning to stare at the horizon. While she watched the sun dip into the ocean, I watched her. It was only a few moments later when dusk altered the lighting on the beach, swathing us in a state of semidarkness.
I needed to tell her. I needed her to know that in spite of my fame, she knew me better than anyone in my life. Since day one, I had never held back or altered my real personality. She needed to know this.
My mind raced with ways I should tell her. Should I just spit it out, or explain what my life was like without revealing it was my life?
“Zara.”
“Yes?” she responded before standing.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.” She placed her wine on the small table and stood before me. Wordlessly, she dropped to her knees, one hand on my upper thigh and the other still clasped in mine. My legs naturally fell apart, allowing her to fit perfectly in the space between my legs. “Did you want to say something?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes.
The words I was about to blurt out halted as the air between us crackled. “Um…you’re beautiful.”
“So are you, Lance.” She leaned in to kiss me, tucking her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts. I tried to remain calm when the realization of what she was about to do hit. My heart pounded as my intention to tell her the truth dissipated into thin air.
Shit, what the serious fuck is it about this girl?
It was everything combined. The reality that she had no idea who I was, her drop-dead stunning face, her sweetness, her kindness, her intellect, her tropical aura, her accent, the swell of her breasts, her height, her long tanned legs…fuck, the list went on and on.
At the touch of her tongue stroking mine, my moan sounded more like a plea. Needing to hold her, I released my plastic tumbler, sending red wine splashing onto the sand.
With my hands free to roam, I took advantage of the exposed skin of her upper arms by running my touch over them until I reached her neck. I held tightly, manipulating the position of her head to deepen the kiss.
I felt her fingers unbuttoning and then unzipping before she rested them against my abs. I wasn’t sure if she was building nerve, or was just lost in the kiss when several long minutes passed with her hands still pressing against my skin.
And then, without warning, she broke the kiss and stared directly into my eyes.
She reached into my shorts, and found my hard-on with a half smile. Her warm fingers gripped just tightly enough to drive me insane. Her thumb skimming over my tip was just enough to immobilize me.
She looked away to stare down as her hand pulled out my cock. She paid him obvious attention, staring in awe while her fist continued to slowly pump me. I didn’t think I could get any harder, until I watched her eyes lift to mine and her lips part to kiss my tip. That tiny little kiss caused every ounce of blood to rush to my cock, taking it from hard to rock-hard.
I parted my lips, needing to expel the air trapped in my lungs. In and out, over and over, waiting anxiously for her next move. She was completely controlling this situation. I had no choice in the matter, because knowing what was coming paralyzed me from the neck down. Besides the pants of breath I released and my sporadic blinking, I sat pathetically numbed like a teenage boy who was about to get his first blow job.
After a few more soft kisses and light licks, she finally lowered her mouth over a third of my length. Her hand gripped my base, covering every inch of me with her touch. When she closed her eyes, mine slid shut as well. Without my sight, the sensations intensified. I gripped the arms of the chair in an attempt to control the urge to buck. I didn’t want to scare her, and fought the need to want to pump and fuck her mouth.
Her every action drove my reaction. Each time she moved lower or her fist tightened, I came closer and closer. By the time she got into a rhythm of alternating sucks and pumps, I couldn’t deprive myself of touching her any longer. I held her head loosely, not wanting to influence her motions but just needing to touch her. She moaned over my flesh at the contact, and that simple vibration was all it took for me to release fiercely into her mouth. Sparks of blinding light pushed me through a vortex into another dimension. My eyes flew open so I could witness it all and commit it to memory.
During my crash back down to earth, her strong hold turned into gentle caresses, and her forceful sucks morphed into soft kisses.
“Zara,” I finally said when my brain began functioning.
She pressed forward, leaning her cheek against my chest and sandwiching my still-erect cock between us. I gripped her chin gently, turning her head so she could look into my eyes. “That was probably the best blow job I ever received.”
“Stop,” she dismissed my claim. “I know I’m inexperienced, but don’t tease me.”
“Tease you? Do you have any idea what you just did to me?” Her honey-brown eyes widened as she waited. “It was the best because I never had feelings like this for any woman before…ever. And that one difference makes it so much better.”
She gifted me with a satisfied smile. I crushed her to my chest, holding her tightly and never wanting to let her go.