Malibu Love Story: A Novella

Chapter 12: A Day at the Beach

Duncan rolled over into the softness and warmth of Reed's sleeping body. He snuggled in, eliminating all space between them, reveling in the pliancy of her. Through the open sliding glass door he could hear the gentle sounds of the surf, and see a bit of bright blue sky.

He looked back at Reed to see that she'd opened her eyes and was blinking sleepily at him. She smiled, a slow thing of beauty that eventually reached her lovely eyes, making them narrow as she watched him.

"I'm so glad you're still here," he murmured, leaning even closer to plant a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"Really? It's okay that I stayed?" she asked, stretching hugely, one arm reaching out from under the sheets.

"Absolutely. I would've been utterly bereft if I'd woken up to find you'd left me in the night."

"Utterly bereft?" Reed bit her lips together as she smiled.

"I'm English, we're allowed to say things like that," he retorted, giving her bottom a gentle goose through the sheet.

They snuggled for a moment before he continued talking. "How about if we take the day off and just spend today outside? Looks like it's going to be glorious. Or at least if we take our stuff outside to work, until it gets too hot?"

"A day off, or at least outdoors, sounds fabulous," Reed agreed.

"First, though, let's take a shower, doesn't that sound like fun?" Duncan slid his hand up her back.

"Do you mean together?" Reed looked at him carefully. "Like at the same time?"

"Of course at the same time, what else would I mean?"

Reed took a deep breath. "You really want to?"

"Not if you really don't," Duncan replied, "but why? Or why not, rather?"

Reed cut her gaze away from Duncan, unwilling to look him in the eye.

He gave her a gentle shake.

"It's daytime," she finally responded.

Duncan just stared at her, brows drawn.

"It's really bright, and you'll be able to see me."

"That's sort of the point, you muppet," Duncan said with a laugh. "I'm randy as fuck, in case you couldn't tell." He rubbed his erection against her belly. "I was hoping for a little action in the shower stall."

"Oh."

"What's this about, darling?" He lowered his head a little so he could catch her gaze, his expression earnest.

"Well, to quote Bridget Jones, you'd see all my wobbly bits," Reed finally acknowledged.

Duncan laughed, a loud sound in the quiet bedroom. "But those are some of my favorite bits," he told her. "Your breasts, your hips, your bum, they're spectacular, and yes, I was hoping to see all of them in the shower, I freely admit it."

"Oh. Okay. I'll try," Reed said with a nod. "But don't expect me to become all exhibitionist or anything."

"Not today, at least," Duncan replied with a grin.

So they took a shower together, and Duncan admired all of Reed while she admired all of him. They came together under the warm, gentle spray as Reed sat on the ledge and leaned back against the tiled walls.

Duncan leaned in and licked some of the water from her neck, sighing as he did so. "Feels amazing," he whispered. He put a hand between them, rubbing her, forcing a moan out of her. "You first today, yeah?" He continued until he felt her convulsing in his arms, her fingernails digging into his back as she climaxed.