Bright flashes of red, gold, green, and blue explode across the evening sky. We are sitting on the beach watching the barrage of fireworks put on a dazzling show, enjoying the last night of our stay before we head back home tomorrow. Liz is leaning back against me and I squeeze her tighter, resting my chin on top of her head.From our spot on the southern end of Topsail Island, we can also see fireworks going off in Wilmington and Wrightsville located miles away. The boom and thunder of each explosion reverberate like a heavy drumbeat. Liz is seated in between my outstretched legs, her arms grasping mine which are wrapped around her middle. She gasps each time a firework detonates.
“Oh, I love that one,” she voices in wonder and points to the cascade of golden sparkles showering down like a waterfall.
We have probably another twenty minutes before the big finale when an idea forms. Between the morning parade, the cookout, and now fireworks, I haven’t had one minute of alone time with Liz all day. Not to mention she’s currently wearing that damn bikini top and I’m at the point where I will lose my ever-loving mind if I don't get my hands on her soon.
I lean down to her ear. “Come with me.” She tips her head back and cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Come on, princess,” I speak in a hushed voice, tugging her up. We look around to make sure no one’s paying any attention to our sudden departure, and lucky for us, all attention is still on the fireworks.Holding hands, we crouch down and race behind the dunes until the coast is clear.
“What are you up to Jayson Jameson?” she asks, clearly suspicious, as I pull her in a fast walk further along the dunes to a secluded spot I found earlier this week when Julien and I were out exploring. I find the exact spot I’m looking for and spread a towel out on the sand, thankful that I had the presence of mind to grab it as we made our hasty dash to hide behind the sand dunes.
“I figured we could make our own fireworks,” I say with a cheeky grin.
Liz makes an indelicate snort and says, “I think that’s probably the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”
I can tell she’s trying to come up with some clever words to sass me back with, but I don’t give her the chance because my mouth crashes down on hers. I couldn’t wait another second.
Liz’s response is immediate, and she opens for me. We’ve been learning and exploring each other's lips over the past two weeks since our first kiss. I love it when she nibbles at the corner of my mouth, and I make her breathless when I sweep my tongue against hers over and over in a pulsing dance. We’ve touched and caressed each other’s bodies, but haven’t taken anything too far, yet. The need to do so has been building between us, and I know it’s merely a matter of time when we’ll need to talk and decide how far and fast we want to take things. But not tonight.
Lips melded together, we sink to our knees onto the towel. Liz pushes my t-shirt up so she can run her palms up over my back until they’re at my shoulders. Her hands curl around and she yanks me down on top of her. “I love how your body feels,” she whispers.
A loud bang of a nearby firework goes off but we don’t notice, our focus on each other so intense it blots out the rest of the world.
Her knees bend up and I position myself between them, running both hands up the back of her torso to the strings of her bikini halter top. How my shaking fingers are able to untie the back bow, I don’t know. Her top loosens.
Liz is panting, green eyes glazed, and I see when the sensual fog begins to clear from her eyes, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Jayson. What if someone sees?”
I raise my head to look around, another firework explodes. We’re surrounded on all sides by tall dunes, and far enough from the houses and road that no one will be able to see us unless they walk right on top of us.
“Shh, princess. We’re good. No one can see.”
“Are you sure?” she looks doubtful.
I bend my head back down and kiss the juncture of her shoulder and neck where her pulse pounds a fast beat and hum my answer against her soft skin. My lips trail a path down her neck to her clavicle, her little moans of pleasure lighting the way. She arches her hips up, grabs my butt to pull me down to her, and my body takes over, telling my good intentions to take it slow to take a hike.
“Jayson, please,” she arches again. “Please.”
I push her bikini top up to expose her breasts to my eyes for the first time. My cock goes rock hard in an instant and pride swells inside my chest. I’m the first guy to see her like this. I take a moment to look at her, wanting to memorize every detail. Her skin, kissed by the sun this week, is flushed and glistening. Her nipples are a pale pink, the tips tightening into puckered buds. I’m the first to touch her like this, I think, as I circle my fingers around her nipples as they tighten. I’m the first to taste her like this, I think, as my tongue mimics what my fingers are doing as I close my mouth around a tight pink bud. The breathy moan Liz lets out drives me to devour her. I alternate between her mouth and her breasts as she writhes underneath me.
“Oh, God, Jayson.”
Liz’s hands are everywhere now as she claws and grapples at my back and chest. I jolt when I feel her hand cup my hardness and squeeze, and every fiber of me wants to rip our clothes off and sink into her. Luckily, there’s a part of my brain working that tells me our first time together can’t be on a towel outside in the middle of some sand dunes.
“Liz, we need to stop,” I reluctantly mumble against her breast.
She ignores me and starts to rub her hand up and down my aching cock.With my left hand still stroking her chest because I just can’t stop touching her, I reach down with my right and bring her hand away from my crotch and place it against my pounding heart.
“Liz, we can’t. Not here, princess. We need to stop.”
Her knees tighten around my prone position. “Jayson, I ache. I don’t know what’s happening, but I ache. Please, please help me make it go away,” she begs.
I may not be sexually active but I’m a guy who hangs around a bunch of other guys so I know enough about sex to know what she’s talking about. And yeah, I admit it, have watched my share of online porn. So I know what she needs and how to fix it.
“I’ve got you, Liz. Trust me.”
I kiss her breast one last time before my hand slithers its way down her stomach to tease the top of her shorts. Her eyes flutter closed. A round of fireworks go off in the distance, casting a rainbow of colors over her face.My thumb and forefinger pop the button of her shorts and ease the zipper down. Liz’s breath hitches, eyes still closed. I can feel the heat of her, the first tickle of her pubic hairs against my fingers.
