Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Kimmydonn Week 56: The Beach


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The Beach

“You’re kidding right?” I asked, looking at the jewel case I’d been presented with.

“What? You don’t want my CD?” Dan asked, obviously offended.

“It’s not that,” I said quickly, holding the small square closer in case he tried to take it away. “I meant the cover.” Dan and his bandmates were on this very beach behaving like a pack of lunatics.

“Oh, yeah? What about it?”

I shook my head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Thank you.”

“Say, I was thinking about your Princess story.” He began kissing down my neck. Finally, what I’d come here for. Not that yesterday hadn’t been amazing, but I still wanted to feel him inside me.

“Yeah?” I asked, finger tracing his inseam, up to the drawstring of his shorts.

“Maybe we can talk about it later.”

“Now is good,” I teased, drawing my finger back down and finding him stiffening, following his length.

“Now is very good,” he agreed. He coughed as I pulled my hand away, raising my eyebrows for him to continue. “Oh, uh, I was at the library and wondering why I can’t find anything of yours there.”

I sighed, threading my fingers together in my lap. “Because I’m not that good. Because everything I’ve sent has been rejected.”

“Oh, Jenn,” he murmured running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t want to bring up anything bad. I just saw this girl with a stack of books, all romances and fantasies, and I thought she’d like your Princess story.”

He distracted me with his lips on my ear, teeth nipping the lobe. I started to groan, but he pulled away this time. “You know, authors can be as indie as bands. You don’t need anyone to tell you you’re good enough.”

I hung my head. Self-publish? Wasn’t that just admitting no one wanted my work?

“Hey. Don’t think about it,” he urged. “Think about what you want … from me.” His voice never failed to make me melt. Well, when he dropped the cocky attitude, anyway.

“Dan,” I murmured, pulling myself closer to him as his fingers teased the skin between my shirt and shorts.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“It would be admitting defeat.” His lips paused their descent down my neck, and his hands stopped lifting my shirt.

“Oh, you’re talking about the book. Geez, don’t change gears like that on me. I thought you were giving up on me or something.”

I laughed now. “Would you like that? Would you like me to just lie back and let you have your way with me?” My hands still around his neck, I pulled him down as I laid back on the sand.

“It would make it easier.” His grin was as cocky as any I had seen. I had barely narrowed my eyes when he recanted. “But that wouldn’t be you, and I want you.” His breath was in my ear again. His chest started to press on mine and I could feel him hard against my thigh.
“I want you, too,” I murmured, fingers pulling at his hair as he teased the skin under my shirt, slowly pushing it up. “Are you sure there’s no one here?” I asked, breaking the moment again.

“I’m sure. And so what if there are? They get an eyeful, that’s their problem.”

I smacked the top of his head while he was kissing the bottom of my breast. He sighed, looking up at me.

“Fine, do you want to fuck under the picnic table?” he asked in a suffering tone.

“On second thought, maybe I don’t want to fuck at all,” I complained, pushing him off me.

“Is that right?” he asked, cocky smile returning. “Okay, then, let’s head home.”

Bluff called, I was still hot and bothered. He walked past me toward the parking lot, giving me an excellent view of the tatto wings on his back. Heaven.

“Wait,” I said, not raising my voice. He stopped instantly, looking back at me with a quirked eyebrow. “I don’t want to go home,” I mumbled.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that.” He held a hand to his ear. I strode the two strides to reach him and pulled his face to mine, my nose touching his.

“I don’t want to go home,” I said slowly, kissing him as I finished.

“Good, I didn’t either,” he admitted with another grin. “I want to see you in the sun.” As soon as the words were out, my top was off. I hastily wrapped my arms around my chest, but it didn’t matter as he followed by tugging my shorts to my ankles. “I wanted this.” He kissed me through the panties I still wore, nipping and sucking.

“Dan,” I murmured, releasing my breasts to hold his shoulders as I swayed. His arm caught me behind the knees and I fell, his other hand catching my head before it hit the sand.

“I’m going to get sand everywhere, just to warn you. But we can have fun cleaning it off later, okay?” That voice ... I didn’t give a damn about sand, or eyes, or the fact that he was tugging off my last article of clothing. I just wanted him to keep talking to me, touching me.

The knight swept the table clear of her potions, her herbs, her talisman. He pulled her over his shoulder, laying her down on it. She had become a dead weight on his back once the spell was cast, and he needed to be sure she was all right.

She was breathing. That was the first thing he noticed - the rise and fall of her chest. He put his head to the table in relief. Her eyes fluttered, and she turned her head to regard him.

“I’m fine,” she told him, moving her hand slowly to his hair. “Just ... very tired. I’d think you were worried for me.”

He huffed, raising his head. “Of course I worry for you.” His voice was gruff with emotion. “Do you think I’d put so much energy into keeping you alive if I didn’t care?” He put an arm behind her shoulders and knees, lifting her from the work table. “I’ll get you to your bed.”

Snuggling into his chest, she hoped to keep him there, even if she only slept on him.

I woke feeling water under my calves. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright light. Dan sat beside me, reading my notebook. He hadn’t dressed yet and I enjoyed seeing him, soft and tucked between his crossed legs. It made me want to...

“You’re awake. I was starting to worry about you getting burnt. Nice nap?” he teased, closing the notebook.

“Please, like you didn’t pass out with me.” I snorted without impunity.

He chuckled. “True. You are quite the sex kitten, Chase.”

I blushed, sitting up and covering myself. I was a bit pink from sun.

“I meant that in the very best way,” he murmured, lips at my ear.

“Well, you made good on your promise. I have sand in my... everywhere.”

He laughed. “And I promised to help get it out. Let’s go.” He picked me up and I started to struggle. He kept his grip on me for a few paces and then dropped me into the water. I came up spluttering.

“You are an ass,” I told him flatly.

“Yeah, but I get you hot.” As if that was an appropriate answer.

He knelt in the water and started touching me, brushing sand from my ass, tracing the crack to make sure every grain fell free. He kissed me as he worked forward, brushing my folds. They were still somewhat engorged, and I groaned into his mouth as he held them open and traced between.

“That feels so good.”

“I’m glad. No scratchy sand?” His finger pressed into me, hooking and pulling. There was the odd grain, rubbing hard as it came out, but nothing painful.

I shook my head.

“Hope I’m clean,” he said, and as he did I felt him rub along me.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked, nearly squealing in my haste to pull away from him.

He laughed. “You mean one of these?” he asked, pulling one hand from the water to reveal a torn packet. He made it disappear again between his fingers, then brought it back again.

I flushed with embarrassment. “Yeah. One of those.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered in my ear, pressing himself to me again, “that’s the only thing I’m going to let come between us.”

I shivered, wondering if I trusted him and the pill enough. I might... next time. He proceeded to lift me again. However, some sand had gotten on the condom. It burned, rubbing into me.

“No,” I said with a grunt, pushing away with my heels. He sighed but didn’t press.

“Oh well, that first time was good enough to last me a day, maybe two.”

Although I was just as eager for next time, I didn’t want to give him that impression. “And where do you think you’ll find me next time?”

“Maybe your room? On your bed? With Marla listening in the next room. Make her jealous.” I shivered, but didn’t really want that. I liked my roommate.

“Maybe,” I allowed. “Maybe once you get me home and clean,” I suggested instead, knowing she was out with friends.

“Done!” he said eagerly, sweeping me up again. I giggled as he ran.

”What are you doing?” the knight asked his charge.

“Recovering,” she told him, swinging a leg over his waist.

He chuckled, rolling toward her. “Recovering? You can barely lift your head.” He kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair from it.

“I don’t need to rise,” she reminded him, grunting a little to lift her other leg.

“Sleep, Princess,” he told her, kissing her temple and ear while his hands circled her. “I’ll stay here until you are... recovered.”

She smiled, happy to get her way, again.