Parker
I have no idea why I was so nervous about telling Becca I loved her. I feel as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders since I said it to her last night. It was the perfect time to say it. Especially after seeing how ecstatic she was over us surprising her with a cake at dinner last night.
Even though she didn’t say it first I could feel it every time she looked me. I knew she loved me, and like most girls she was waiting for me to say it first. More than likely because of the fear of rejection. I know she’s been nervous about us being able to make it with her being in Georgia and me in North Carolina. But I know what we have can withstand anything.
I feel more confident now that when I break the news to Becca about what I’ll be doing as soon as I graduate in May that she’ll be more understanding and accepting of it.
We’ve spent the entire afternoon down at the beach hanging out and surfing, but now we’re all heading back to the house to fire up the grill. I for one am quite content with hanging out here for the night with everyone because the only reason I’m here is to spend time with Becca.
“I’m going to take a quick shower to wash all this sand and salt water out of my hair,” Becca says as she heads towards the stairs leading up to our room and giving me a wink.
I set the marinated steaks down on the kitchen island and clap Vance on the back. “There’s the steaks, bro. I’ll be out to help cook everything in a few—I’m going to take a quick shower first, too.”
Vance eyes the stairway where Becca is twitching her tight little ass up the stairs before landing back on mine. “I so understand and agree. You need a shower. You are one stinky ass mother fucker. Hurry though because I can’t promise that I won’t torch these steaks. I’m not too handy when it comes to cooking this shit.”
Rolling my eyes I jog towards the stairs. I stop at the bottom and sniff my armpit before glaring across the room at Vance. “I don’t stink you jack ass. And don’t burn my fucking steak or I’ll be forced to beat your ass.”
I can hear Vance shouting at me as I ascend the stairs jogging to catch up with Becca. “I can’t make any promises!”
All I know is Becca can strip in record time because the second my feet hit the bathroom tile my eyes practically roll out of my head and onto the floor stopping at her feet. She’s standing at the shower that’s now running and engulfing the bathroom in steam—completely naked and looking way too good. She has naturally tanned olive colored skin so her tan lines don’t stand out too much, but just enough to make me eager to trace my tongue over every line that covers her body. They’re like a map made for my tongue to follow leading me to the treasure between her thighs.
“Fuck. You look way too good right now. How the hell am I going to make this quick when my dick is screaming to take hours not minutes enjoying your pussy that I swear was made just for me.”
Her cheeks flush red as my eyes roam over her body. They linger on her breasts that seem to be even bigger which is crazy—but—who the hell am I to complain?
I stalk towards her wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting her off of the ground and sucking her left breast into my mouth. A high pitched squeal leaves her mouth as I bite on her nipple tugging on it gently as I step under the spray of the shower.
Water is cascading off of her and around my head as I pin her body against the tile wall and her legs quickly lock around my waist. “Oh God…” she moans as my hand travels across her wet, slippery skin that’s slick from the mixture of her tanning lotion mixing with the water.
I work my fingers from her back, down to her ass before finally bringing them exactly where they’ve ached to be all day. I tease her clit, gently rubbing it as my mouth travels to her right breast. Her moans fill the shower as she grinds herself against my finger.
She’s just as horny as I am, and chasing her orgasm with so much eagerness I find my dick throbbing and aching to be buried inside of her so that I can feel her coming around my dick.
“Fuck baby—I love hearing you moan. I swear it’s the sexiest fucking sound on the goddamn planet.”
She lets out another moan before gasping, “Fuck me. Please…Parker. I need you to fuck me right now.”
I bring my hand back around cupping her ass as I lift her up and line the head of my dick with her warm and welcoming pussy. I let out a low growl as I slowly slide myself inside of her.
There’s no words to describe what it feels like when I’m buried balls deep as I fuck her. Asking me to put into words what I feel when I’m fucking Becca is like asking me to explain to you how geese know how to migrate every fall or why the earth is fucking round. I have no idea. All I know is it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and it’s a feeling I want to feel over and over again until the day I die.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I press kisses to her neck sucking the water off of her salty skin. With every thrust I slam into her another soft moan graces my ears only making my dick grow harder. At first I take my time take driving my dick in and out of her. But with every moan she makes and every nail that scratches my back I feel my resolve slowly crumbling away. No matter how badly I want to hold back and savor this moment, my dick is too eager to cum deep inside of her.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you coming as I cum deep inside of you. Take everything I got, Becca,” my voice is raspy and laced with sex as I increase my pace and begin fucking her harder and faster.
Bringing my lips to hers I suck gently on her bottom lip tasting the salt water that still coats her skin. She tastes like sunshine. There’s no other way to describe it. If I thought it before, I’m most certain of it now. I’m addicted to her. To the taste of her lips, the way her hands feel as they cling to me as she climaxes and the sound of her voice as she whispers she loves me as she drifts off to sleep at night.
I’m madly in love with this woman. Sure, some may call us crazy. But fuck them and their opinions. I love her and she loves me. That’s the only thing that matters.
My tongue dives into her mouth and licks at hers as I feel her body stiffening against mine as she continues to grind hungrily against my pubic bone with every thrust I give her. My dick is throbbing and my balls are tightening up against my body as I feel my skin tingling from head to toe. A sensation of euphoria consumes my body as I fill her with everything I have.
“Ohhh God—Parker…” her voice is soft and breathy as she pants against my mouth and rides out her own orgasm.
The water stings as it hits the raw spots along my back left by her nails scratching across my skin. I relish in the pain because it’s a reminder of the amazing moment we just had together.
I smack a kiss against her lips before trailing kisses across her soaking wet body and murmur with every kiss, “I love you so much…so fucking much it hurts.”
Her beautiful laughter fills the room as my fingers trail down her sides and I suck on the ticklish spot between her neck and collarbone. “I love you too…and as much as I’d love to stay up here all day replaying these last five minutes over and over again I’d prefer even more to not eat a charcoal steak.”
She has a point.
The more time spent up here fucking is more time for Vance to possibly ruin the steaks I’ve been day dreaming about eating all day long.
“Good point.” I set her back down and start to back away to give her room to wash. As her feet hit the cool, wet tile her hand flies up to the wall to steady herself as she closes her eyes and sways slightly.
I reach out instinctively, grabbing her waist steadying her. “Are you okay?” I ask with a hint of fear in my question.
She smiles up at me nervously as she straightens her spine and spins out of my grasp. “I’m fine. I think the mixture of the orgasm you just rocked my body with and my already over heated body from being out in the sun all afternoon made me light headed. It doesn’t help that I made the shower so hot also.” Brushing it off, she reaches for her shampoo and begins washing her hair.
Not wanting to nag her I let it go and get to work washing myself quickly too.
Within ten minutes were both dressed and heading back outside to join everyone. The next several hours fly by as we get lost in conversation and great food, followed by an intense game of badminton.
Before we know it it’s already almost midnight and we’re all staggering into the beach house heading towards our designated bedrooms.
I’ve had way too much to drink and thankfully for me Becca seemed to have taken it easy on the alcohol tonight, so being the amazing girlfriend that she is, she helps me get my drunk ass up the stairs. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my body lands on the bed as I fall face first into a pile of pillows.
I feel my flip flops fall from me feet before I feel Becca’s hands on me rolling me over. Within seconds she has my jeans unbuttoned and is slipping them off of my body.
The site of her petite little body yanking and cursing like a sailor as she fights to yank my pants off makes my dick spring to life.
By the look of distaste on her face though I think it’s safe to assume that this dick will be getting no more loving from her tonight.
“You can’t be serious. I feel like I’m trying to undress a fucking corpse right now because your drunk ass won’t budge from where you lay—but you’re not so drunk that your dick doesn’t work?!”
I’m trying my hardest not to laugh but she’s too damn cute even when she’s all fired up.
Laughing I hold my hands up, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry…I don’t mean to laugh it’s just that you’re so fucking cute right now as I watch you strip my clothes off and say ‘fuck me’ multiple times under that sexy little voice of yours. You can’t blame a guy for getting a hard on after hearing the sexiest woman to grace the earth say ‘fuck me’ over and over again. To these drunk ears and to my dick it sounds as if you’re begging me to have sex with you.”
Rolling her eyes she gives my pants one more tug before sending them flying behind her.
“Whatever. Your drunk ass needs sleep. So roll over onto your side and go to bed.”
“Yes ma’am,” I respond teasingly as I salute her and give her the sexiest smile as I eye my still semi hard cock.
“Go. To. Bed. Smart ass,” she says as she climbs under the covers and leaves me lying on top of them. My eyes feel heavy as I attempt to force them to stay open.
I find myself drifting off to sleep as I feel her lips softly brush against mine kissing me goodnight. “Goodnight,” she whispers quietly as I feel her climb back out of bed and then feel a soft blanket being draped over my waist and legs.
The second she’s back in bed and snuggled into my side I feel myself slip into a deep, restful sleep.
A few hours later I wake to the feeling of bright sunlight on my face and the smell of bacon filling the entire house. As I roll over towards Becca my head begins to throbs with a dull, sharp headache.
“Mornin’ Sunshine,” Becca says sweetly with an impish grin dancing across her kissable lips.
I drape my arm over my eyes and press my free hand against her lips. “Shhh…please talk softly. My head is killing me this morning.” I remove my arm from my eyes and squint through the sunlight up at her. “How much did I drunk last night?”
“Enough,” is all she says before jumping off of the bed and suddenly sprinting to the bathroom.
The sound of her puking her brains out in the bathroom echoes throughout the attached can bedroom.
“Babe! Are you okay?” I stupidly ask from the bed seeing as my dumb ass is too hungover to get up and check on her myself.
I hear the toilet flush then her yelling back to me, “I must’ve eaten something bad last night.”
I think back to the lobster tail and shrimp we grilled last night. Only her and Tamara ate it. So hopefully Tamara doesn’t wake up sick too.
“That sucks. Hopefully it doesn’t spread around the house especially since I already feel like hell.”
I hear the water shut off and a few seconds later Becca reappearing in the bedroom doorway.
“I’ll definitely be crossing my fingers because this whole barfing your brains out is for the birds.”
At least even with not feeling well she’s still able to keep a smile on her face and joke about it.
It’s just one more thing to add to my ever growing list as to why I’m in love with this woman.