We were walking down the beach that night, holding hands. It was about 3am but still very humid. Eventually I broke our link to go wade in the water to cool off. When I returned he had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
"What?..." I asked sheepishly.
"That skirt is what," he said flatly. Aggravated.
I put my hands out, searching for an answer.
"I have been watching you in that skirt all night. Is that the one with the zipper on the front?"
I looked down and found it had a zipper on the front.
"Yes," I said "It's stylish."
He took a step closer.
"IS that the one with the zipper on the frrooonntt?" he asked again, this time so coyly.
I felt the top of the zipper in his fingers, playing with the metal piece.
"Yes! I think I've said that now!" I said frustrated
"Hmmm" he said, and then pulled the zipper all the way down and the skirt fell to the beach
He had a pleased look on his face. I groaned "You're getting my skirt all sandy!" And I bent down to pick up the skirt.
When I was fully bent over, picking up my skirt, Steve pulled the cotton T-shirt I had been wearing over my head. I whipped myself back up and stood with my mouth wide open, skirt in hand. I was now standing on the beach in my thong and bra. My surprised expression must have amused him.
"I'll take that," he said and gestured towards my skirt. I handed it over without saying a word, mouth still open in shock. He looked at my clothes, "Good," he said with a nod and continued walking. "Wait wait!" I replied and tugged on his arm.
"What was the point of that!?" I harassed him.
He smiled, "Well you were complaining of being hot," he said smugly.
Oh. My. God. Was it still possible for him to turn me COMPLETELY one hundred percent on, without touching me at all? I was about to continue walking, but then I realized that I really didn't want to. I followed behind him, and then jumped on him, piggyback style. He yelped, and swung himself back trying to grab me. I giggled and clung to his neck tighter. He whipped around again, but it was hopeless and he just spun in circles.
I laughed, I loved to turn things around on him. He growled, "Baby you get off my back right now!" he practically yelled it. I giggled and quietly whispered "No," straight into his ear and gave a playful bite on his lobe. I heard him breath out, "Oh..fuck," and then the seductive laugh low in the back of my neck. I pressed my center into his backside, I knew he could feel my wetness.
"That's enough!" he shouted, and his hand flung out, grabbed one of mine and in a second he had both my hands and myself pinned against the sandy beach.
I was breathless and still laughing a bit.
His eyes were smouldering, gazing down at me angrily. I tipped my head and gave him an angelic smile and he lightened up.
"You know, I miss the days when you were afraid of me. When I could break you."
What an odd thing to say, I thought. "Why? That's mean."
He laughed and moved his face closer to mine until our noses touched.
"Now that you're comfortable you're a lot to handle." He said accusingly.
I tipped my chin up, "You mad because I'm giving you a run for your money?" I winked at him and then laughed immediately, shyly. I was still not perfect at flirting, I was afraid that sometimes he'd think me to be too inexperienced. I bit my lip and looked away.
With his free hand he stroked over my lips. His voice grew quieter, "Not just that, you challenge everything about me. It's so exciting and thrilling to be with you, but at the same time I feel such strong and powerful feelings. Oh wifey wife, you're still the one for me."
My smile was cut off by Steve's mouth engulfing mine. It was such a warm and full kiss. When Steve kissed me it was the only thing I could focus on. All I could hear was my heart pounding and my world stilled. I prayed that effect would never wear off-it wouldn't. My head and body was being pressed deeper and deeper into the sand, mmm. I tugged on my wrists, still trapped in Steve's iron grip. How could he still be stronger than me? I wanted to touch him, all of him.
I delved my tongue deeper inside his mouth, and arched my hips up into his. I felt the rumble vibrating through his neck, as he planted kisses all down my jaw to my collarbone. He started sucking at the skin there, and with his one free hand, started snapping my bra strap. The soft sucking with harsh little snaps of pain was doing wild things to my body. I whimpered out and begged him to let go of my hands. I was squirming so much the sand was starting to get in my underwear, and that was uncomfortable as well as the little grains scraping into my back. He knew exactly what I was feeling. He moved his mouth to the center of my chest, and to my surprise went north. His warm lips pressed to my sensitive, thin skin on my neck. But that's all he did. He just pressed them there. And all the motions stopped, and it was like he was on pause. After I regained my breath, I tested the water by jaunting my hips up. He still held me down. I tugged my wrists, still locked in his grip. I was too warm, too turned on, and too uncomfortable from the sand. I couldn't decide which problem to solve first.
"S-Steve. Hey. What's wrong? I mean, did I do something?" He moved his mouth again, until it was right in that perfect crook below my ear. I could feel his warm breath radiating over my neck, and it tickling my ear.
"Please continue baby." I breathed out; desperate for any kind of affection or attention.
He moved his hand from my bra strap, and cupped one of my breasts. I waited,but that was all he did. I was getting frustrated.
"No! Don't play games. This is honestly the worst-you're acting like a, a child! What! Ugh." I was a mess. A hot, bothered, unclothed mess.
He still remained still. For a good two minutes I lay there, trying to talk to him. But he was shutdown for no apparent fucking reason.
"That's it! I'm tired." I used every ounce in me to fling him off. I was still stuck. Then the cursing came. I moved my hips from side to side, up and down, worsening the sand in my pants but not caring.
"Get, off! What the fuck. I'm annoyed this hurts stoppppp!"
I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, this wasn't a funny game. He was upsetting me. It was only after all of my thrashing and yelling that he looked up.
"Nat?" He asked.
"Yes." I sniffed back.
"You're not too much to handle."
(A/N)THERE ARE A MILLION REASONS TO HATE ME FOR THIS SHORT CHAPTER WITH A CLIFFHANGER, BUT DONT..BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
-YOUR ONE AND ONLY NICOLE
