You walk along the pier with her, hand in hand, as the wind blows softly. You look over at her and notice how beautiful she looks in the setting sun. You pause briefly and push a stray hair behind her ear and she pulls you in for a kiss. You still can’t believe how undeniably attracted you are to her. If you’d been asked a month ago if you’d ever hook up with a girl, it would have been an emphatic ‘no.’ But then again, a month ago, you didn’t know her as anything other than Seth’s boss and sometime girlfriend.
“Hey, Maris,” she says, breaking your thoughts. You smile at her and she continues. “I’m glad you finally decided to do that. You, uh, don’t know how hard it’s been, trying not to kiss you.”
You smile at her and sit down at the end of the pier. She takes a seat behind you, wrapping her arms around you and resting her head on your shoulder. With a small contented sigh, you relax into her body and watch the sunset.
As darkness approaches, you realize she should probably be getting back to work, but you don’t want to speak and break the moment. You decide that you will give it a few more minutes, when you feel a light kiss on your neck. You draw in a sharp breath and close your eyes as she continues her kisses further down your neck and along your shoulders. She brushes your hair away from your neck and drags her fingers lightly over the skin on your partially exposed back.
“Mmm, Alex,” you breathe. “You should probably…mmm…get back to work,” you finish, turning around to kiss her. She already has you hot and if things continue this way, you’re not going to be able to stop.
“How about back to my place,” she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. She stands up, offering her hand to you. You take it, smiling at her as you head back to her Jeep.
The ride back to her place is a long one, filled with lusty gazes and you’re not sure if you can hold out any longer. You drag your fingers slowly up and down her thigh, just like the morning you woke up together, only this time, your touch isn’t just meant to be a tease, it’s full of promise. She looks at you, her eyes full of an animalistic desire and passion that makes you hungry for the taste of her mouth.
She pulls up at her place and you’re out of the Jeep before she can even turn it off. You make your way up to her door slowly, kissing the whole way. She fumbles with her keys as you slowly drag your nails over her stomach, continuing to kiss her.
The door is shut nearly as soon as it’s opened, your slightly smaller body pushing her up against the door. Your hands explore her body with some sort of hunger and need as you kiss her neck and collar bone. She closes her eyes and drops her keys as you find the hem of her shirt and tug on it lightly. You slide it up a little and kneel down, nipping and sucking on her smooth tanned stomach when she places her hands on yours.
“Marissa,” she whispers breathlessly. “Don’t ru...”
“Shh,” you silence her, standing up and looking her in her eyes. “I’ve dreamt of this every night since I talked to you at the Cohen’s anniversary party.” Her expression changes quickly to one of shock and you just smile. “I know, I know. I barely knew you, but when we were standing there in the line of people and you touched me, a shock ran through my body and I wanted more. Why do you think I planned out girls’ night out the next week at the Bait Shop? I had to see you again. You’ve been my every thought since that night, so if you don’t want this, please tell me now, Alex.” You’ve never felt this strongly about anyone…not Luke, not Ryan, and certainly not DJ...and you’re almost certain you’ll never feel this way for anyone other than her. You take a deep breath and decide to tell her that. You look at her, your vision blurred by your tears. “Look, I’ve never had feelings this intense for anyone. If you’re feeling pressured by me, I apologize, but please, if you even think you could feel for me what I feel for you, just let me know.”
“Marissa,” she says, gently squeezing your hand and you realize in that moment that you love the way she says your name, it’s always gentle and caring, as if she can’t say it any differently for fear of hurting you. She brushes away your tears with her free hand and lets her fingers linger on your cheek as she continues. “So you remember when the first time we met was?”
“Yeah, the Bait Shop when you were out on that date with Ryan.”
She stifles a laugh. “That was hardly a date. But I remember when we ran into you, The Killers were playing “Mr. Brightside” and since then, I think of you when I hear the song. I remember the exact outfit you were wearing. I remember how you had your hair. And more importantly, I remember how beautiful I thought you were. The next day when I asked Seth about you, the only thing I remember is thinking how lucky of a guy DJ must have been to be dating a girl like you. And now, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have you. I didn’t want to you to rush just to make me happy.” She pauses and smiles at you, then runs her fingers lightly over the necklace she gave you. “I gave you my heart. And when you’re ready, you can have the rest of me, too.” She kisses you softly and you whisper to her.
“I’m ready,” you say, taking her hands. She leads you into the bedroom and you notice that the entire flock of butterflies from the club before you kissed her have once again taken up residence in your stomach. Just this morning you had woken up in that bed, watching her sleep. Now, in a few minutes, you would be making love to her in that very same bed.
You kiss her intensely, your tongue dancing with hers as you continue to memorize and explore her mouth. You slip her shirt off slowly, breaking the kiss for that brief moment that her shirt is over her head. You run your hands eagerly over her tanned body, eliciting a moan from between her soft lips. You unclasp her bra and slide it off her shoulders before pushing her back against the bed. You straddle her hips and she smiles at you as you lean down to kiss her. You run your fingertips slowly along her sides as your kisses travel lower. You capture one of her nipples in your mouth, gently sucking it and lightly dragging your teeth over it. She moans loudly, tangling her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer. You continue eagerly, doing the same to her other breast. Your hands roam her body as you continue to commit every detail of this moment to memory. You continue kissing down her body until your reach her pants. You drag your index finger along the waistband, and she pushes her hips up into your body. You slowly, teasingly drag your tongue along the same path your finger just traveled. She gasps at the contact, moaning softly.
You unzip her jeans and slide them off her hips, letting your fingertips graze the skin you are slowly exposing. You marvel at how she writhes under your touch as you drop her jeans at the foot of the bed. You crawl back up her body, kissing along the inside of her thighs, making her moan even louder. As you near her center, you feel her heat and it makes you even hotter, knowing how you make her feel. You slide your body back up hers, letting your left hand linger between her legs. As you let your tongue slowly massage her mouth again, you gently brush your fingers over the thin piece of cloth that is the only thing keeping you from slipping inside of her. She thrusts against your fingers and your feel her wetness begging you to slip inside and release her just like you’ve dreamed of.
Suddenly, you stop, pulling away from her. She moans softly as you stand up.
“Marissa,” she says softly and slightly out of breath.
You just smile at her and slowly slip off your clothes, needing to feel her skin against yours. She leans up to run her fingers over your toned stomach and you push her back against her bed. You need to feel her touch...your body aches for it...but you want to be the one in control. You want to show her that you know what you want and this isn’t just some game to you. You climb back on top of her, your thighs touching first, and then moving up from there as you lay your body on top of hers. You both moan in ecstasy as you feel your skin against hers for the first time. There’s something wonderfully different about the way her body fits against yours and you realize that this is the way it’s supposed to be.
You continue your kisses all over her body and she runs her fingers along your back. You once again reach the waistband of her underwear, and this time, you hook your fingers around them and slide them down, tossing them to the side. You lightly drag your fingers over her bikini line, eliciting a sharp moan from her. You smile at her as she thrusts against your hand, straining to feel you inside of her. Finally giving in to her, you slide your fingers inside, marveling at how soft she felt inside. You lean down and place and light kiss on her clit, eliciting a low growl from her. Enticed by her reaction, you go on, licking and nipping as she moans and writhes against you. Continuing to stroke her velvety inside, you slide back up her body, kissing her all the way. Your lips find their way back to hers, and you share a tender yet passionate kiss. You slip one of your legs in between hers, using it to plunge deeper inside of her, her hips undulating against you. You use your palm to rub against her clit, causing her to cry out in elation. She moans your name, drawing it out, and it’s like music to your ears. Hearing her say your name in the heat of the moment is something you will never forget, nor do you want to.
You slip a third finger inside her and feel her tense around you. She drags her nails down your back, hurting you a little, but it’s the type of pain that hurts so good. Every time you were with Luke or Ryan, you felt like you were falling apart...like they were breaking you from the inside. Now, with her, everything is coming together. You feel like she’s the glue, holding you together and keeping you sane.
You thrust inside more, speeding up as her breathing becomes labored and shallow and she loses her ability to form complete thoughts.
“Oh God...Marissa,” she moans into your ear as you kiss her neck. “Please...don’t stop,” she begs, and you’re glad to oblige. You slowly your thrusts to a steady pace that matches the movement of her hips and you feel her clench her walls around you, nearing her orgasm. You slide in and out a few more times as she draws closer, closing her eyes and gasping for air. One last thrust sends her over the edge. “I love you,” she whispers before screaming your name as she climaxes. You remain inside of her, stroking her slowly as you draw out the orgasm. You kiss her as she comes down, slowly sliding out of her. You make your way back down to her center, kissing and licking her, savoring not only the sweet taste of her, but also the moment. You don’t want to forget anything about this night. She sighs contentedly and pulls you back up to her.
“Marissa,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. You smile at her, adoring the glow of her skin, and she continues. “You are amazing.”
You lean your forehead against hers and close your eyes. You feel weightless, like you’re floating. You’ve finally found love.