Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Okay,” Kendra agreed. “I’m game.”
Dylan got to his feet and reached for his board. “We can work on paddling, which is a crucial first step to getting yourself out there in the right position to catch a wave.”
They walked together toward the ocean, letting the wavelets lap against their ankles as they moved into the deeper water. When they were past the breaking waves, he helped her onto the board and then slipped his wrist through the board’s leash to keep a good hold. “Wow,” she enthused. “It’s so sturdy and buoyant. But it’s actually soft. I was expecting something hard.”
He kept his hand lightly on her back as he guided her deeper into the water, keenly aware of her body beneath his fingers. “Yeah. This particular model is a soft foam board. They’ve come a long way with the technology. Soft boards are super easy to paddle through flat water, though duck diving’s another story.”
“Whatever that is,” Kendra replied with a laugh.
“That’s for another day,” he agreed with an easy grin. “This board is great for catching the waves and its stability makes learning to stand up a snap.”
Her skin was soft and warm beneath his hand, and he was glad his lower half was hidden. His cock had apparently forgotten he was no longer a teenager. Forcing himself to focus on the lesson, he said, “The key with surf paddling is to find a rhythm and keep to it. Timing is the hardest thing to get right. It’s great you’re a runner and in good shape because you use a lot of energy while surfing.”
They spent a good half hour working on technique. Kendra was a quick study and a pleasure to teach.
“I think that’s enough for your first lesson,” he said eventually. “Want to go back to shore?”
“I’d like to swim a little first,” Kendra replied. “I love to swim in the ocean.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” he agreed. “I’ll just take the board back and then I’ll join you.”
Lying flat on the surfboard, he rode a wave back to shore and deposited the board by their umbrella. In the distance, he could see Kendra’s head bob as her slender, strong arms sliced through the water beyond the waves. He swam out to her and kept pace alongside her for a while.
Pleasantly fatigued from the exercise, they eventually headed back toward the shallower water. When they could stand upright, to his delight, she reached for his neck and lifted herself, wrapping her long, strong legs around his waist beneath the water.
“I’m sorry,” she said, a gleam in her blue-green eyes. “but I’ve been wanting to do this since last night.” She lifted her face to his, her eyelids fluttering shut as she parted her lips in invitation.
Dylan dipped his head to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her hard against him. Saltwater flavored their kisses, the sunlight warm on their wet heads. “No apology necessary,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting to do this, and more, since the first time I saw you.”
Keeping one hand on her ass to hold her in place at his waist, he slipped the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulders. She stared up into his eyes, her gaze ablaze with unabashed lust.
Encouraged, he slid the bathing suit down to her waist, exposing her luscious breasts. His gaze snagged on the scar along her sternum. Hopefully, she would soon feel comfortable enough to share the story with him. Until then, he would be patient.
Dipping his head, he took one perfect nipple into his mouth. He caught it between his teeth and lightly bit the tender nubbin. It was like a marble wrapped in the softest sponge. He licked, bit and teased her, alternating between nipples until she moaned softly and pulled his head upward for another long, impassioned kiss.
“God, I want to fuck you,” he breathed when they came up for air, the words escaping his lips before he had time to censor them.
“Here?” she asked with a breathless laugh. “In the saltwater? Is that a good idea?”
Dylan forced himself back under control. “No,” he admitted ruefully. “It’s a terrible idea.” He managed a grin. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but she hadn’t recoiled or rebuffed him directly, and that was definitely a good sign. Maybe tonight…
“Hey,” he said. “Are you busy tonight at eight?”
“I don’t think so. Why?”
“I agreed to do an evening demo for a group of Doms who are interested in learning to use a bullwhip. You ever been on the receiving end of a bullwhip?”
“Oooh,” Kendra responded throatily. “I adore the snapping bite of a whip’s tail. Vicious perfection.”
Dylan laughed. “Vicious perfection, huh? I like that.” Sobering, he continued, “Would you like to be my model for the demo? I had been planning on asking for a volunteer from the audience, but it would be way more effective with an experienced player like yourself. And afterward…” he let the sentence linger, hoping he hadn’t gone too far.