Chapter Nine
They sat under the spectacular array of lights, bursting over head, her in his arms. Their hearts raced with excitement as the bursts continually flew into the night sky. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear to draw her attention to his, slowly he leaned in, lips meeting eagerly. Her eyes searched his happily, the lights sparking and reflecting in his eyes. Never had she thought he looked more handsome then he did in this moment. There they were together, kissing one another, holding each other. Kisses being exchanged with desire and passion, and more often. This night appeared to be the happiest one in a long while, for both of them. The bruising on her lips had healed, but at this rate she'd have plenty more come the morning. They laid back, against the towel he had tossed down, the hand on he cheek had slipped into her hair, never stopping the subtle strokes, and movements on her flawless skin. Their mouths were combined, the slower he kissed her the more passion he felt building up; they both knew this moment was right, and happening, sending chills entirely through his each other, slightly trembling. He knew he was ready, at any moment now, to claim her, and she was more than ready to be claimed. Her body lay over his, enough to where his fingers could ghost over the sheer fabric of her swimsuit and back, in search of the strings holding it together, that slid graciously down. She rolled her shoulders, having it shimmy further down, under the wake of his hands moving further along her body. She pushed her bare chest against his, pulling the fabric from in between them, both hands of theirs trailing all along the skin of the other body. She was fragile, worth the wait, he would never do harm to her, only the pleasures she wanted. Their hips rolled together, working at a slow dance, with no rush, no matter how excited they were. The softest teases and taunts were taking play, both having quiet slips of laughter when certain actions were performed, a nip, a kiss, a touch. It didn't matter, nothing was stopping this, they were going to move the mountains between them.
He nudged her off of him, leading both of their actions, a hand soothingly hitting each area which sent the vibrations all over her body, repeatedly stroking her until exploring for a new location to caress. She bit the plush of her lower lip to conceal the moan that was escaping her lips while his hands had slipped around to her backside, stroking just above the bottom piece of her swimsuit. His hands weren't cold, but not hot; they feel like ice, burning her body, making her gasp for air, in every place he touched. His hands slipped to the inside, squeezing her bottom enough to make her giggle. It was wonderful, perfect, fantastic. Everything he thought it was, all of those times he had been looking, and even caught on a few occasions. He pushed the material down her legs, her heart rate increased, as did her breathing, the heat from her blush radiating outwards, he could even feel it as he finished disrobing her. She was a goddess to him, a naked beauty and he was willing to worship every bit of her. She reached for his shorts, but he stopped her, swallowing thickly as he wanted her to wait. He basked in her nakedness, but wanted to savor it alone, before committing to their nakedness. She sat upright, perched on an arm as she shook her hair over a shoulder, smiling innocently at him as they both leaned inward, mouths meeting for another longed kiss. He took a hand to cradle her cheek, letting their mouths and tongues work together, fulfill any amount of pleasure they wanted, for as long as wanted. Both had subtle cries and moans of wanting it more, deepening the already passionate kiss. She tugged on his short hair, pulling him into the kiss. It was a million feelings they'd never felt before, everything they'd dreamed of. With a tug on the drawstrings of his shorts, the knot came undone.
"That took long enough." She smirked out, her hands roaming his thighs while they both pushed the shorts off of his legs. He had runner legs, from some massive amount he had done before meeting her, incredibly tone and firm, accomplished. She liked them, they were everything she had imagined. He hadn't ever let her directly touch them whenever he was awake, but while sharing a bed... Her eyes fixed on his member, even in the moonlight she could easily make out his figure, it was the nicest she had seen in the longest of times, or wanted to. Her hand crept instinctively up his leg, towards the apex of his hips to hold the one part of his body she had longed, craved, desired more than anything, finally taking grasp of him, the enormous amount of chills spreading through her, a dam breaking and flooding through her veins, swarming her body until she gasped. Her breath hitched, choking itself within the confinement of her throat, sharply happening. She was petrified, not the least bit afraid though, she entirely trusted him. He brought his hand to the back of hers, curling their nimble fingers thoroughly around his girth, slowly stroking upward until guiding her thumb to pad the tip of his member. There was already a few beads of white substance that had leaked early, from all of the arousal and excitement, spreading slowly across his body. He felt his spine cringe, feeling all of the nervous chills as she squeezed slightly, no longer needing his hand to encourage her for movement, his prepuce sliding back over the tip. His head started spinning, head lolled back, the lights becoming blurs, he let his deep breaths sound like deep moans, just falling from his chest, escaping the cavity. She handled him firmly, cautious enough not to cause any pain, but with enough to show him she knew exactly what he wanted. This was one of the first conscious times he allowed her to feel his body as such, most of the other times were idle mistakes, accidental grazes. She tugged on his member again, with the same slowness and precision as before, her grip tightening when "nnngh" noises came from him, the skin stretching over the tip once more, concealing it, his hips jerked forward, his breathing louder, and sharp. The skin slowly slid back down, under her hand, the whole member twitching as she loosened up the tightness, transitioning her hand around the base until her fingers could spread against the testicles, weighing each side before she began gently massaging them. They were already hard, with small goosebumps spread over the soft, warm skin. It took everything inside of him to finally push her hand off of him, so he would release before pleasing her. He didn't want to be over eager their first time. That would be too embarrassing. Instead, as he started kissing her passionately, laying her backwards on to the towel, they both realized they were ready. He had crawled his body over hers, hovering his weight so she wasn't crushed under his torso. They kissed sensually, as long as possible, legs wrapping in and around each other, pulling with the drive of desire. The shaft of his member dragged along her slender thigh, resting against her pelvis.
