I can barely keep up with her. She manoeuvres around the tide pools and boulders as if she has them memorized, and I realize that she probably does. We finally make it to a tiny alcove that carves a semi-circle into the cliff, the ground padded with a stretch of soft sand just wide enough for two beach towels. The side that faces the ocean is lined with huge boulders we have to climb over to get inside, so it feels like we’re standing in some kind offort.
“We used to play a game here,” Christina explains, settling onto the sand and digging into it with her toes. “All the preteens in town would come down to the beach, and the guys would each get paired up with a girl. Then you’d have to spend ten minutes in here with your partner. We’d keep going until the tide came in and whoever was in here last would get stuck with their partner for anhour.”
“Sounds kind of like seven minutes in heaven,” I observe, dropping next to her on the sand, “only with the added possibility ofdrowning.”
“What can I say?” she laughs. “We werehardcore.”
“Were you ever the one that got stuck?” Iask.
She shakes her head. “This was the first place that I ever kissed anyone,though.”
“Oh?” I wag my eyebrows at her. “And how was your first kiss with little Armando? Or was his name Paulo? Please don’t tell me it wasFernando.”
Christina swats myarm.
“It was Bernardo,” she finally admits with ahuff.
I laugh so loud it bounces off the walls of the cliff, echoing around thealcove.
“Oh god,” I gasp, “how will I ever compete with the passion of first love? With the flame that burns in your heart forBernardo?”
She tackles me, pushing me onto my back in the sand and straddling mybody.
“You. Are. Such. A.Carahlo.” She accentuates each word with apunch.
“Hey!” I shout, grabbing hold of her wrists. “You’re not even going to give me a chance to try? I bet I could make your forget Bernardo evenexisted.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, her eyes starting to spark withdesire.
“Yeah.” I wet my lips with my tongue. “I’ll make it so you’ll never be able to think about this place without remembering me and what I did to youhere.”
She wriggles out of my grip and puts her hands on her hips. “I don’t know, Penn. I’ve kissed a lot of boys in here. You sure you can deliver on thatclaim?”
As an answer, I hook my thumbs through the belt loops of the tiny pair of jean shorts she’s wearing and tug her forwards, shifting underneath her to let her feel how hard I am already. Her eyes close and she lets out amoan.
When she starts grinding against me I let my hands travel up under her t-shirt, caressing the taunt skin of her stomach and moving to trace the outline of her spine. Her head falls back and I grip her hips, pulling her into me even harder, forcing her to quicken the rhythm of herthrusting.
Her hands find the zipper of my shorts and I feel a slight ease in the pressure that was building up hard enough to hurt, but it only makes me wantmore.
“Get up,” Iorder.
She looks down at me with hooded eyes and tugs her lip between her teeth before obeying. When we’re both standing, I back her up against one of the boulders and crush my lips against hers, pressing our chests together. The tide is rising even faster now, lapping at the other side of the rocks, but they’re packed tightly enough together that none seeps into thealcove.
She goes right for my zipper again, tugging my shorts down and leaving me in my boxers. I kick the shorts away and she reaches for my shirt next. She pulls it over my head in a hurry, like the second it takes me to get it off is way toolong.
Before I let her kiss me again, I strip her of her t-shirt and bra. Her skin glistens with drops of salt water and sweat. Her nipples are already hard and she shivers as I brush my thumbs over their tips. Up against the rock, with the midmorning sun beating down on her and the ocean spraying around us, she looks like some kind of seagoddess.
“I want you to take me,” she says, her voice low and demanding, “here, against this rock. I need to feel you inside me right now,Aaron.”
I don’t wait for her to ask again. Stepping back, I pull off my boxers as she shimmies out of her shorts and underwear. She reaches out to grip my shoulders and pulls me back to her, pressing my body into hers. The tide has risen so high now that droplets splash down on us as the waves crash against the other side of the rock. The coolness of the water mixed with the heat of the sun is sending all my nerve endings intooverload.
There’s no time for teasing or taking it slow today; all I want right now is to be thrusting in and out of her, feeling how wet and tight she is as I take both of us higher and higher. I grab one of her thighs and hook her leg around my waist and then I let myself slide insideher.
I watch as her eyes roll back and her head sinks against the rock. A moan escapes me and I start picking up speed, building a rhythm. She’s already sowet.
“Fuck, Christina,” I hiss, as she tilts forwards to lick the salt water from myneck.
“You feel so fuckinggood.”
