her
eyebrows as soon as she felt the delicate chain begin to pool, pursing her lips
until there was nothing left for me to do but drop the charm in her hands.
“Okay,” I
said. “You can open your eyes.”
She looked
down at the necklace and her face lifted. “Oh my god, Jack. It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a local
shell,” I said. “Something to remember your trip by.”
She looked up
at me. “You mean besides my scar?”
I smiled.
“Hopefully this will last longer.”
She picked up
the charm, letting the small silver chain hang over her fingers as she studied
the swirl in the center of the round white shell.
“I could’ve
gotten you one myself when I was scuba diving,” I said. “But it would have been
covered in algae.”
“This is so
thoughtful,” she said. “Mind if I try it on?”
“Not at all,”
I said, wondering if she would’ve said the same if I’d handed her my cock.
“I’ll do it,” I said, putting my hand out.
She handed the
necklace to me before turning around and lifting her hair. I reached the chain
around her, my large fingers struggling with the delicate clasp.
“Everything
alright back there?”
“Yeah, one
second,” I said, finally securing it. “Okay. Let’s have a look.”
She turned back
around with her hand over the charm in the middle of her chest and then
released it, her hopeful blue eyes looking straight into mine.
“It looks
lovely on you,” I said, thinking I would, too.
“I hope it
didn’t break the bank.”
I smiled. “Nothing
a second mortgage can’t cover.”
Her lips
curled up at the edges. “Well in that case, I won’t worry about it.”
“Good,” I
said, walking over to the canopied lounger beside the bucket of beer and
sitting down.
“Jack?” she
asked, following me.
“Yes?”
“Do you have
plans tomorrow afternoon?” she asked.
I slipped my
shoes off and scooted to the back of the lounger so I could lean against the
pillows under the canopy. “Besides drinking banana smoothies?”
“Yeah.” She
slipped her sandals off and made her way to the back of the lounger.
The sight of
her walking towards me on her knees was enough to make my mouth water. “Not
really. Why do you ask?”
“The hotel
gave me a free voucher for a couple’s massage to apologize for the fact that I
had to fend for myself- or rather, that you had to fend for me- when I got hurt.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I was
wondering if you’d be interested in going with me.”
“Will Megan
mind?”
“No,” she
said. “Megan doesn’t really like to be touched by strangers.”
I raised my
eyebrows.
“Not like that
anyway.”
“That sounds
great,” I said. “I’d love to join you.”
“How’s eleven
sound?”
“Perfect. Thanks
for thinking of me.”
“No problem,” she
said. “To be honest, I’ve been having a hard time thinking of anything else.”
I looked at
her and then at her beer. “Finish that.”
“What?” she
asked. “Like right this second?”
“Yeah,” I
said, downing the rest of my own.
“What for?”
“Cause you’re
going to need your hands in a second.”
She drained
the rest of her beer, keeping one eye on me the whole time.
When she was
done, I took the bottle from her and scooted forward so I could put the empties
back in the bucket.
“What am I
going to need my hands for?”
I stood up and
looked at her. She was so fucking gorgeous. And the way her curves looked as
she laid back on the lounger was something else. I had to have her. I couldn’t
wait one more second.
“Well?” she asked, lifting her palms. “What do I need them for?”
“You need them to hold on,” I said, grabbing her ankles and
pulling her forward until she was flat on her back under the lounger’s canopy.
Without wasting a moment, I crawled over
eyebrows as soon as she felt the delicate chain begin to pool, pursing her lips
until there was nothing left for me to do but drop the charm in her hands.
“Okay,” I
said. “You can open your eyes.”
She looked
down at the necklace and her face lifted. “Oh my god, Jack. It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a local
shell,” I said. “Something to remember your trip by.”
She looked up
at me. “You mean besides my scar?”
I smiled.
“Hopefully this will last longer.”
She picked up
the charm, letting the small silver chain hang over her fingers as she studied
the swirl in the center of the round white shell.
“I could’ve
gotten you one myself when I was scuba diving,” I said. “But it would have been
covered in algae.”
“This is so
thoughtful,” she said. “Mind if I try it on?”
“Not at all,”
I said, wondering if she would’ve said the same if I’d handed her my cock.
“I’ll do it,” I said, putting my hand out.
She handed the
necklace to me before turning around and lifting her hair. I reached the chain
around her, my large fingers struggling with the delicate clasp.
“Everything
alright back there?”
“Yeah, one
second,” I said, finally securing it. “Okay. Let’s have a look.”
She turned back
around with her hand over the charm in the middle of her chest and then
released it, her hopeful blue eyes looking straight into mine.
“It looks
lovely on you,” I said, thinking I would, too.
“I hope it
didn’t break the bank.”
I smiled. “Nothing
a second mortgage can’t cover.”
Her lips
curled up at the edges. “Well in that case, I won’t worry about it.”
“Good,” I
said, walking over to the canopied lounger beside the bucket of beer and
sitting down.
“Jack?” she
asked, following me.
“Yes?”
“Do you have
plans tomorrow afternoon?” she asked.
I slipped my
shoes off and scooted to the back of the lounger so I could lean against the
pillows under the canopy. “Besides drinking banana smoothies?”
“Yeah.” She
slipped her sandals off and made her way to the back of the lounger.
The sight of
her walking towards me on her knees was enough to make my mouth water. “Not
really. Why do you ask?”
“The hotel
gave me a free voucher for a couple’s massage to apologize for the fact that I
had to fend for myself- or rather, that you had to fend for me- when I got hurt.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I was
wondering if you’d be interested in going with me.”
“Will Megan
mind?”
“No,” she
said. “Megan doesn’t really like to be touched by strangers.”
I raised my
eyebrows.
“Not like that
anyway.”
“That sounds
great,” I said. “I’d love to join you.”
“How’s eleven
sound?”
“Perfect. Thanks
for thinking of me.”
“No problem,” she
said. “To be honest, I’ve been having a hard time thinking of anything else.”
I looked at
her and then at her beer. “Finish that.”
“What?” she
asked. “Like right this second?”
“Yeah,” I
said, downing the rest of my own.
“What for?”
“Cause you’re
going to need your hands in a second.”
She drained
the rest of her beer, keeping one eye on me the whole time.
When she was
done, I took the bottle from her and scooted forward so I could put the empties
back in the bucket.
“What am I
going to need my hands for?”
I stood up and
looked at her. She was so fucking gorgeous. And the way her curves looked as
she laid back on the lounger was something else. I had to have her. I couldn’t
wait one more second.
“Well?” she asked, lifting her palms. “What do I need them for?”
“You need them to hold on,” I said, grabbing her ankles and
pulling her forward until she was flat on her back under the lounger’s canopy.
Without wasting a moment, I crawled over
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