Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
She walked past me toward my board, grinning like a winner, swaying her hips and checking over her shoulder to make sure I was watching.
I was.
Tori didn’t just have the tits. She had the ass, too. And I was looking my fill.
Then I moved to stand on the opposite side of her, putting the board between us, and went about going over some basics.
Everything was protocol. I started off the same way as every lesson. Except instead of telling Tori where to put her body, I put her body in the positions I wanted her to be in, explaining my steps as I went along and adjusting her even when she really didn’t need adjusting.
I was playing the game. And I was taking opportunity.
“Bend your knees more. Drop lower,” I said, standing behind her and pressing close, cock to ass, running my hand down the back of her thigh and pushing it out while my other hand fit around her waist and flattened on her stomach.
She was low enough on the board. There was no need for what I was doing.
Except there was extreme need for what I was doing. She felt so damn good against me.
“That line on the board, keep it centered on your body when you’re paddlin’. Right here,” I told her, indicating midline by brushing my fingertips down her throat to between her collarbone and farther down, stopping just at the top of her cleavage.
Way unnecessary. Who didn’t know where the center of their body was? Even a kid could point to their fucking belly button.
But again, taking opportunity. I’d be a damn fool not to at this point.
Her breathing hitched, too quiet to hear over the noise around us, but I felt it shudder and pause against the pads of my fingers.
That was her only tell. She was determined.
Didn’t step out of my arms. Didn’t tell me to stop. She wouldn’t give an indication that this was affecting her. No fucking way.
Tori was here to win and was bringing her game just as hard.
“Like this?”
“Is this right?”
“Jamie, I … can you help me?”
She’d ask, in this sweet bedroom voice that made blood run hot in my veins.
Smiling. Bending low. Popping her ass out. Grabbing on to me and acting like she was losing balance when she wasn’t. Taking the band out of her hair and letting all that soft blond down, allowing it to blow in the breeze like she was on location for a damn swimsuit calendar shoot.
Straight up. I’d buy enough of them to wallpaper my fucking house.
She was looking that good.
After I had her practice popping up on the board more times than needed, which should’ve been for her benefit, but considering what she was wearing, it was for mine, I told her to hop off and picked my board up off the sand.
“Come on. Let’s get you out,” I said, walking toward the water.
“What?”
I turned my head and looked back at Tori. She hadn’t moved.
“Let’s go,” I urged, starting to walk again but halting when she didn’t follow. “Legs …”
“Why?” she asked, suddenly looking unsure and unsettled, her fingers knotting together at her stomach.
“Why?” I echoed. “What do you mean, why? You’re surfin’, right?”
“Yeah, but why go out?” She gestured at the sand. “It’s my first lesson. Shouldn’t we just do everything out of the water? You know, to make sure I’m ready to surf? I feel like that’s the right way to go about things.”
“Yeah? You suddenly a pro?”
“I’m just making a suggestion.”
“Well, your suggestion sucks,” I shot back. “Ain’t gonna be ready if you don’t get in. You won’t learn until you’re out there.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head.
“Babe, for real, if you’re worried I won’t be touching you like I’ve been doing for the past twenty minutes just ’cause you’ll be in the water, don’t be.” I smiled at her. “There’s a lot I can do in that ocean.”
Her eyes narrowed. She released her bottom lip and started moving toward me with purpose.
“Just make sure when you start begging, you do it with your head above a wave. I don’t wanna miss it,” she said when she reached my side.
Water splashed under her feet.
I chuckled, and we both continued out. She was moving slow, staying a foot behind me, but I figured it was because of her suit and her not wanting anything to shift.
Figured that was the reason for her hesitation going out initially, too.
I dropped the board in the water when we got in waist deep, keeping hold of it. “Go ahead and get on. I’m gonna let you ride a few in on your stomach first before we get you poppin’ up,” I instructed, looking down the board at her.
Tori had her arms pulled in close to her chest and was watching the water, eyes darting left and right, body shaking, letting the waves move her instead of bracing and keeping herself steady.