Oh, cheese and crackers.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna come.”
Feeling like I needed the help, his hands went to my hips and moved me back and forth over him with extra pressure. Which I’ll be honest, and admit the orgasm that was coming my way was making me lose momentum, so his efforts were appreciated. It felt too good to keep going.
“Keep riding my dick, Alessandra, fuck.I’m close. Look at me.” My head snapped back and my eyes met his, blue meeting blue.
“So fucking beautiful.” I felt him expand inside me and then he let it all go, throwing me into orgasmic bliss along with him.
I woke up the next morning feeling both gloriously sated and disgusting.
Joel was trying to sneak out of the hammock we both fell asleep in, without waking me. Not sneaky enough this time, movie star.
“I feel sticky. Like all over.” I was covered in ocean salt, sand, sweat, and Joel’s love juice. Yeah, I was in need of a serious shower. Stat.
“Shower before breakfast?” He held his hand out to help me up, and I took it. He pulled a little extra hard, pulling me right into his body. It felt like a car hitting a wall.
I was about to let him have it when he kissed me, then walked us to the large stone-tiled bathroom.
Honest to God, I think I moaned when the salty tangles in my hair started to smooth out enough that I could run my fingers through it. The water was heavenly, and I was so happy to be clean again.
“So.” I looked at Joel, and pumped some of his shampoo in my hand. He leaned down so I could run my fingers through his hair, paying extra attention to that little gray patch in the front.
“Let’s just take one step at a time.”
“Okay.” I would try. Joel was what I wanted, so I would make it work.
“So tell me,Lips. Where did you get this scar?” He pointed to a mark on the side of my right breast.
This was embarrassing.
“Um, back when I was thirteen, I tried to beat the boys in my neighborhood at everything. Including jumping my bike over a ramp.” The memory came to me, clear as day. Me in my ripped jeans andBorn to be BadT-shirt, on my bike. I pedaled so fast, and thought I was going to make it.
“I failed epically. My tire just went over the ramp straight down to the ground. I flew face-first towards the dirt, but the handlebar rammed right into my breast and scraped off the skin.” I didn’t cry, though. Nope, I walked myself back to my house with my bike and then screamed when my mom poured hydrogen peroxide on it. I couldn’t wear a bra for a whole month. It was unbearable to have anything touching the wound besides a shirt.
“I can see it. Badass Alessandra, even at thirteen.” He smiled, and I pushed his head back into the spray to wash the shampoo out of his hair.
