CLIO
I bit my lip in heady anticipation as he took my hands.
“Clio, there is no special trick to touching me.” He looked at me carefully, the corner of his mouth rising. “I’m giving you control now-do what you want to do to me enthusiastically, and I promise I’ll love every second of it,” he said.
He placed my hands on his chest, then put his on my hips, holding me close to him but still giving me free reign.
I didn’t know where to start, so I did what I liked so far and kissed him. It started tentative at first, but just like all our other kisses, it very quickly spun out of control.
During the kiss, my hands started to roam. I petted the beard scruff on his jaw with one hand while the other one wandered down.
I decided immediately that I liked the way the hair of his chest tickled my palm. I decided I loved the way his stomach muscles clenched beneath the light touch of my fingertips, and then, they were at the waistband of his swim trunks.
Get out of your head, Clio, just feel. I nipped at his lip and kissed him again as I slid my hand inside his trunks. It was quickly met with the long, hard length of his desire, and the sound of his moan filled my ears. I wrapped my fingers around him and gave a tentative stroke. He gasped beneath my mouth. “That’s it, Clio. Keep going just like that, baby girl.”
I started stroking faster and a little harder, encouraged by the small growls coming from his throat. The sound of his pleasure made me feel bold, and I found myself licking my way down his chest as my hand continued to stroke him. When my face was hovering over his dick, I looked up at him with questioning eyes.
The answering expression on his face made a rush of pleasure race to my core, causing a throbbing need that I’d never known before. It seemed like with every new discovery, Aidan was showing it was possible to want more, to feel more. I knew instinctively that we had not yet reached our depths of pleasure with one another.
He helped me get his trunks off, and I sucked in a breath at the sight of him. All those strong lines, and his manhood proudly jutted outward for me. Before I could second-guess myself, I dipped my mouth down and took the tip of him into my mouth, licking a bead of salty liquid off of him and moaning at the taste. “Jesus, Clio,” he bit out.
My hand kept stroking him as I moved my mouth down further, testing my limits. I felt like some sort on inhibition had finally been laid to rest as I unabashedly stroked and licked him, loving the way his fingers tangled themselves into my hair and flexed against my scalp.
I was having such a good time wringing such a reaction out of him that I was surprised when he pulled me off of him, a look of intensity on his face. “Clio,” he breathed hard, “you keep that up, and I’m going to come all over that beautiful face.”
I started to protest, but he was quick to explain. “Baby girl, rest assured we’ll get to that later, but right now, I want to be inside you…my tongue, my fingers, everything.” His words alone were enough to make me squirm, so I didn’t protest when he laid me out in the sand.
He peeled away my bikini top, letting out a guttural sound as my breasts spilled free. Not wanting to lose momentum, I undid the ties on my bottoms and pulled myself free from the scrap of fabric. “Goddamn,” he muttered.
I smiled at his appreciative reaction. I pulled him to me then, needing to feel him. I shuttered a sigh of relief when he positioned himself in between my legs.
His mouth licked down my neck, and I pushed myself against him, encouraging him to touch the place I so desperately wanted him to touch. He laughed huskily against my skin. “Patience, Clio.”
I didn’t recognize the breathy voice coming out of me when I told Aidan, “I don’t think I have any more of that, Aidan.”
His mouth found my ear, and I could feel his smile against my cheek. “If you say so,” he said, dancing his fingers down my stomach to my mound. It was a feather light touch at first, but once he found my most sensitive area, he began rubbing tight, firm circles, causing my hips to buck up.
“Aidan,” I moaned. “Please, please, I don’t want to come yet. I want it to be with you inside me.”
“Whatever you want, Clio. I’ll give you whatever you want,” he said huskily in my ear as he positioned his tip at my entrance.
Breathe. Remember to go with what feels right. I eased my legs further apart, looking him in the eye as he started to press forward. I bit my lip as I felt intense pressure and the slight burning sensation from my walls trying to accommodate him and this new invasion. “Fuck,” he breathed. “So tight and wet…Clio, you feel fucking unbelievable. Now, tell me-tell me what you want, baby girl.”
I felt giddiness surging through me along with the pleasurable sensation of being filled by Aidan. I felt him everywhere, and I loved it-I wanted more of it. “I want more Aidan. I want you to take me, please.”
He let loose a feral noise in my ear before replying. “Your wish is my command, my sweet Clio.”
He moved slowly at first, allowing me time to adjust to him, but when I started bucking my hips up to meet his, he took the hint and deepened his thrusts. I clutched at his shoulders, moaning at the glorious feel of him inside of me as he pumped his hips into me. “That’s it,” he groaned, “take all of me Clio, just like that.”
I couldn’t believe how good he felt. In the final months of my relationship with Michael, the idea of sex had caused anxiety and worry. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of trusting my body with someone else, least of all Michael.
At the time, I just thought that keeping a degree of separation was normal and that all those movies and books that depicted these really cozy, intimate relationships were just being over exaggerated. Yet, here I was having only known Aidan for a few days, and I already felt more comfortable with him then I had with anyone else.
How was that possible? How was it possible that shy, repressed Clio was now having sex on the beach with a hot, older man? How was it possible that I was already going to orgasm? Holy crap, I thought. “Aidan?” I moaned out.
“Yes, baby girl?” he said breathlessly.
“I’m going to come already,” I answered, holding tighter as I started to feel the spasms growing stronger, making my hips work that much more fervently.
He chuckled huskily in my ear. “That’s my girl, come for me Clio. Let me feel you tighten around me. Please, baby girl…let me feel you.”
That voice in my ear had its own power that rivaled what he could do with his hands. I could lose myself in that voice…I could lose myself in him, I realized.
Stay in the moment.
I locked eyes with him, needing him to anchor me in this moment and the heat in those eyes, coupled with the way his fingers clenched at my hips, made my orgasm crash down over me. I cried out as my channel clutched rhythmically around his shaft.
His thrusts quickened in that moment, his eyes going a shade darker as he cursed. “Fuck, Clio, yes,” he drew out in a long groan as heat shot inside me.
I held him to me as we came down off the high of our orgasms, basking in the warmth of the sun on our naked bodies. Finally, he rose up on his elbows, looking down into my face with a satisfied smile.
“That was amazing,” I breathed in wonder.
He chuckled softly, “Yes, it was…and that was only the beginning.”