Marshall moved so slowly and carefully, gently touching each section of my body. It gave me chills because it was such an intense touch, charged with emotion and sexual energy. As he made his way down my body he slowly kissed each part that he’d just washed and made me feel so incredible. When he got to my feet he slowly began to nibble each one, making a rush of adrenaline travel through me. It tickled some, but at the same time it was so highly arousing and something that I’d never experienced before. It felt incredible. My hands were gripping the bench tightly, trying to control my urge to touch him. I wasn’t supposed to upon his request, but it was driving me crazy.
After I was cleaned up I began to wash Marshall’s body, using my hands and the soap. I roamed every inch of it, teasing him in his most private places with my pinky. He shuddered, showing a combination of shock and definitely a bit of awe. My breasts were pressed against his back and I was kissing him softly, whispering that he was so desirable and sexy in between kisses. Marshall breathed in and I could feel how relaxed he was with me, willing to accept anything I may want to do. It was empowering and there was so much that I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to do it all right away. A little playful flirting and teasing would do just the trick for building up to a night time finale that would leave my toes curled.
By the time dinner rolled around Marshall was ready to impress me with his culinary talents and grilled us some steaks and baked potatoes for supper. It was fantastic and the bottle of wine he had to accompany it hit the spot. I kept being suggestive and playfully flirty and found out that Marshall liked that game all too well and was all too good at it too. He did the same and before I knew it I could practically feel my hormones bouncing around inside of me, demanding to be relieved.
We took a walk on the beach, just holding hands and laughing away about silly things, not having a care in the world. For some reason, Marshall suddenly brought up what my dad would think about all this and I answered honestly, saying he’d be freaked out. He laughed, saying that he was a smart man. He should be. Then he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and ran into the ocean water. I could feel the freezing cold drops splashing against my skin and I screamed.
“I think I’ll throw you in. You need to cool off, you little vixen,” Marshall said.
“Don’t you dare,” I protested. Marshall began to swing me back and forth in his arms like he was getting set to launch me. “No, no,” I pleaded.
“3, 2, 1, and launch,” Marshall said, tossing me. Only I was quick enough and I grabbed his shirt and got a good hold of him. I went plunging into the water, followed by Marshall. We were both laughing so hard as we wrapped our arms around each other and began to kiss. It was slow and deliberate, heating me up in the cold evening water. I put my hand down and unzipped Marshall’s beach combers, letting him spring to life. Then I lifted up my dress and hiked myself into his arms, sliding onto him. We kissed and fucked with Marshall holding me up in his strong arms, moving within me up and down.
A larger wave than what was expected crashed into us and we topped over with me landing on Marshall. We just kept moving, as if that wave was just a part of the natural sequence of our intimacy. I stared at Marshall as his head was in the sand and bits of water were splashing up. The waves didn’t slow us down, but fired both of us until we were quickening our pace, panting hard and out of breath until we both came again. This time it was more intimate and tender than the others had been. It was more vulnerable, more loving.
Afterward, Marshall looked at me from beneath me. He placed his arms behind his head and just stared at me. I stared back and neither of us said a word. We just studied each other. I wondered what he was thinking and wished that I could tap into his mind and just hear his thoughts and see what he saw for just one brief moment. I’d understand him so much better.
Eventually we got up and made our way back to the beach house. We were full of sand and soaking wet, using the outdoor shower to clean off before going into the house. My body was shot at that moment and I yawned.
“Let’s get some sleep. You never know what adventures await us tomorrow,” Marshall said.
“I think that’s a great idea,” I replied.
We crawled into bed and I fell asleep quickly. I woke up in the morning, remembering a dream I’d had where Marshall was just staring at me. Was it really a dream or did it actually happen? I didn’t know, but the look he had was one that seemed to show genuine fear. I’m not sure what it was he was afraid of, but I hoped that I could ease his worries.
Marshall was still sleeping when I got up and I snuck downstairs into the kitchen. I was so hungry and wanted to surprise Marshall by making him breakfast. If I could get it done in time I’d deliver it to him in bed. I slipped on his oxford shirt that was sitting in the corner and snuck downstairs.
The kitchen was equipped with a full fridge of food and I wondered if Marshall had made sure it was stocked before they’d gotten there. He was organized enough to do it and he certainly had a huge appetite that demanded it.
I put on some music and was singing away, making a breakfast of homemade hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes. I was serving the goods up onto two plates, one massive portion for Marshall and one fairly small one for me. I was hungry, but even at my hungriest I could never compete with Marshall in the food consumption arena.
Just as everything was on the tray I turned around to make my way up to the bedroom, feeling darn lucky that I’d pulled off the breakfast in bed feat—almost. Marshall was standing there, leaning casually against the entrance to the kitchen. His pajama bottoms hugged his sexy hip line snuggly, and his hair was messed up, but he had a gorgeous smile on his face that took my breath away. Why didn’t he smile like that more often?
“What’s this?”
“You ruined the surprise,” I protested. “I wanted to get back up to the room before you woke up.”
“It was the strangest thing. I woke up to somebody singing, but I couldn’t tell if it was a wounded bird or one of those crappy new songs that are so abundantly popular on the radio.”
I blushed. I did have a horrible voice and never would have guessed that I’d get busted with it. “Oh, you heard that, huh.”
“Yep, not brilliant by any means, but adorable. You look fantastic when you’re barefoot in the kitchen cooking.”
“Real funny.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Would you like to eat down here?” I asked.