Suddenly, I felt a stab of panic. What was I doing? This had the potential to go very wrong. Was I making a big mistake? It wasn’t like me to feel uncertain, but then again, it wasn’t like me to be considering a relationship either.
As I watched her napping next to me, her face soft in sleep, I wondered if I should suggest dating. But what if we weren’t on the same page? With a sigh, I decided to keep things casual until we were finished with our Grant Park College application. There was no sense making things awkward if I was imagining something between us.
I just hoped I wasn’t imagining it.
Nicole
“You want to take a walk on the beach?” I repeated Grace’s words like I’d misheard them. “To watch the sunset?”
The idea was appealing, but it also sounded like something you did with a girlfriend, not your enemies with benefits hookup. And for someone like Grace, it sounded surprisingly sentimental. It wasn’t like her at all.
Grace shrugged, looking a little bit uncomfortable.
“Sure, it’ll be nice,” I answered quickly. “We haven’t been down to the beach since we got here.”
Probably because we’d been too busy having sex. And eating. Those two activities accounted for about eighty percent of thetime we’d been here. Not that I was complaining. Having a private chef was something I never knew I needed.
And sex with Grace was a revelation. I had no idea it could be that good. No woman or man I’d slept with had learned my body so fast or given me orgasms so strong that I worried about blacking out. Over and over again.
Between the sex we talked. I figured we’d talk about work, but somehow we hadn’t discussed the Grant Park College project since we got off the plane. I was surprised to realize how much I liked hanging out with Grace, and how much we had in common.
And bonus – we hadn’t had one argument the entire time we’d been here. In the entirety of our relationship, we’d never spent more than an hour in each other’s presence without fighting.
“Okay sure, a walk on the beach sounds nice.”
We headed out of the back of the house, passing through the security gate and down the stairs to the shore. The tide was out, leaving a long expanse of beach dotted with the occasional piece of driftwood. It was warm here, but not oppressively hot like it was in Chicago. We headed south, walking side by side. When Grace took my hand, I didn’t complain. Instead I stepped closer and wrapped my fingers around hers.
This was nice. The beach was nearly empty, much to my surprise, and we only saw two other people as we walked. The sky was turning darker as we made our way back to the house. We sat on a log near the stairs to the house, our bodies close aswe watched the sun slowly make its final descent until it seemed to disappear into the ocean.
“It’s beautiful,” I sighed.
“It sure is,” Grace said softly, but when I glanced over she wasn’t looking at the sunset. She was looking at me. Something warm and hopeful unfurled in my chest.
Her hand lifted to cup my cheek and we both shifted as Grace pressed her lips against mine. I squeezed the soft skin of her thigh, feeling her muscles twitch beneath my palm, noting how smooth her skin felt. When Grace licked along the seam of my mouth, requesting entrance, I sighed and let her in. Then the kiss turned hot.
I wondered idly if it would always be like this with us, hot and wild. Then I remembered that we’d agreed to this weekend, nothing more. I had a feeling we’d be revising that agreement before we got back to Chicago though.
We made out until we were breathless, then Grace pulled away.
“As much as I’d love to continue this right where we are, I know from past experience that there are certain places on your body where you definitely don’t want to have sand.”
She stood up and held out her hand. “How about we finish this upstairs?”
We walked hand in hand up the stairs and into the house, the air between us feeling almost electric. Without a word, Grace led me into the bedroom, dropping my hand so we could remove our clothes. Once we were both naked, we flew together again, our kisses turning hot and urgent.
Grace walked me backwards until we reached the bed, then down we went onto the mattress, Grace on top. She went right for my breasts, cupping one in her hand and pulling the other one into her mouth. I cried out as she drew on my breast while teasing the nipple of the other with her fingers.
“Oh my God, why does that feel so good?” I asked, almost to myself.
But Grace heard me.
“Because we’re good together.”
She slid up my body, sliding her thigh between my legs and propping herself up on her elbows. Slowly she started moving her thigh between my legs while watching me carefully. The motion put pressure on my clitoris, ramping up the pleasure.
I’d always been a person who took a long time to come, probably because it was hard for me to turn off my brain, but with Grace I didn’t have that problem. She could get me off in less than five minutes if the conditions were right. And the conditions were right.
“Remember how we talked about what we’d do if this weekend wasn’t enough to scratch our itch?” she asked, watching me carefully.
