Chapter 143

Kate arched off the beach, her thigh quaking as his first long, slow stroke left her too sensitive. There was no way she should be this hot, this fast. But with him it was always that way. Always too much. And as always she fought to keep up as his nose bussed her just before the tip of his tongue pressed deep, finding her clit unerringly. "Jesus," she said in a deep, soul draining voice.


His chuckle rumbled in his chest and across his lips as his tongue delved deep for a moment. At her utterance he lifted his head and winked, "Naah, just Jon."


Her fingers twined in his hair as the laugh sparkled like the perfect sand around them. "You're such a shit," she said and ruined it with a growling groan. "My God," she said before she could get the words back. Where had he learned that? And damn if his ego wasn't going to burst in like the tide, she thought distantly as the first orgasm rushed over her. She grabbed for anything to hang onto, but sand simply sifted through her fingers as he honed in on that one spot and blew her through another. Finally she went simply with his name and melted back onto the sand.


He took all she gave and pushed for more, feeling her body tense and undulate against his seeking lips. This was his version of heaven, peace, quiet, sand, ocean sun and his Katy. Nothing else mattered.


Pulling up he slid over her body, his lips touching briefly on hers as her leg slid from his shoulder to wrap around his waist, and when her hips bucked up that one last time he lost control and seated himself deep only to stop and take a breath before he lost it all. "Jesus, ya make me feel like a kid again Katy."


Her arms twined around his neck as she arched up to meet him. "Well that kid is going to get an eye opening experience," she said and flipped him on his back. Rising above him, she slowly lowered herself on his cock, taking care to let him see each and every inch slide inside.


His jaw clenched and she watched his summer sky eyes go dark as twilight. He reached up to cup her breasts, but she stilled his hands, lacing their fingers instead. His other hand came up and she did the same. Palm to palm she pushed against him, riding slowly.


His eyes darted from her face, to the way they fit together. She could tell he wanted to watch, but the intimacy was drawing him back to her. "Watch me," she whispered, hovering there just before taking him deep.


His eyes narrowed against the sun, yet managed to center on the woman above him, the very sight of her causing his heart to nearly trip out of his chest. Her skin gleamed with the brightness of the sun, that glorious hair of hers turning to fire as the breeze lifted it from her face. He groaned as she viced, his hips unable to stay still as he moved to meet the insistent downward movements of her deadly hips, and even as his mind spiraled out of control, he memorized the very picture of her and pulled it close to his mind and heart.


She let her head tip back, her hair tickling the tops of his thighs as she tipped forward. The friction of his coarse hair, along her bare mound had her screaming her way through another orgasm. Vicing hard onto him, she dropped her hands to his chest, riding quicker, watching is eyes shatter.


He caught the back of her head, their mouths fusing as his groan rumbled from his throat. He dropped back, his chest heaving. She sucked back her own gulping breath as she eased him out of her, her lips finding his nipple as she drew on him gently before pressing her cheek into the fur there.


"You know you're supposed to save your throat," she said on a pant. "Growls should be avoided," she managed to say around a laugh.


He grunted, his eyes closing as the laugh rose. "Yeah you say that now."


"Whoops, my bad," she said letting her knees slide in the sand until she was comfortable. His hand coasted along her back to the curve of her ass then back again. "I'm glad we did this." She popped her head up, leaning her chin on her folded hands. "We needed it."


He pulled her closer, his breath still ragged as a lazy grin coasted onto his lips. "Gonna need more, just soon as I catch my breath."


Grinning, she tightened her knees at his hips. "You're such a shit, you know what I mean. Not that the sex wasn't melt my brain hot."


Tilting his head he took a nibble along her chin. "Just wait til I'm rested up Katy, I'll show ya hot."


She pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. Taking her time to get a thorough taste of that lower lip that drove her nuts, she finally fell back. "I'll make sure you're so well rested you'll be sick of me."


He pulled her tighter to him, his voice going quiet, "I don't think I'll ever get enough to be sick of you."


God, I hope not. She almost let it go. Almost said it out loud, instead she brushed her nose against his. "I'll remind you of that statement when I make you rest all week." She grinned into his mouth. "Of course that's between therapy sessions of the naked kind."


His grin widened as he reached up to brush a finger along her cheek. "I'll hold ya to that Katy." He watched her as she moved up onto her knees and knew that he’d gotten lucky she’d changed her opinion formed that first night. Now he didn’t know exactly what he’d do if it wasn’t for Katy being in his life. Shit for that matter he needed to be thankful to Elena, she’d relented and forgiven Richie, had that not happened he would have lost his chance with his sweet Kate.


She groaned and rose onto her knees. Sweet Mary, that's gonna hurt later. Her full breasts swung in the gentle ocean breeze, and she smiled down as he lifted his head to capture a nipple. She skimmed her fingers into his hair, savoring the intimate touch. No drive for more, just tasting her because he could.


She leaned back on his thighs as he followed her up, his arms circling her waist, her knees aching fiercely from the cramped drive and the beach acrobatics. But still she didn't want to stop. The closeness was new and she was afraid to let it go.


The few days she'd spent in Philly were in a constant phase of interruption from something or someone. This was him and her, just them...no interruptions. She let her thumb coast over his cheekbone and down the faintest of smile-lines at his mouth. Tracing that lower lip, she smiled as he scraped the pad of her thumb and sucked it into his mouth gently. She felt an answering hardness swell against her belly and she nibbled on her lower lip. "Why don't we take that little thought inside, I need a shower." She wrinkled her nose. "I swear I have sand in places that should never even think about having sand be there."


He nodded as his eyes heated. "I kinda have to admit I agree with
that." he glanced down and snorted at the fine coating of sand that had even managed to get onto his chest. "Some places don’t need sanding.'


Rolling off of him she grabbed her clothes, watching his deliciously toned butt do the same, she grinned. Not bothering to put them back on, she climbed the steps, a quick gasp turned into a laugh as he slapped her butt playfully. "That's it, no shower-time fun for you," she said over her shoulder.


He scooted in closer; then rubbed along her skin, a wicked light settling in his eyes. "Wanna bet?"