the Devil and the Sea

39| Almost caught

I am at a loss from such move: how does such a charmingly timid guy turn into a sassy rude so quickly?

"Stop talking nonsense. I do not understand what the problem is? Just think, I took protection with me... don't react like that." He tries to speak calmly, but I can hear all his emotions.

I look impassively into his eyes, showing how indifferent I am to his excuses.

"If I had known from the start what you were counting on today, I would not have come out to you; not today, not any other time. You should not think that my body is so easy to get." The tone of my voice is surprisingly calm and firm despite the hurricane raging inside.

He lets me go, but we are still very close to each other. I feel a surge of courage, and I am glad that, despite the strong attraction, I do not lose my head and can fight back.

"But I didn't think so," Vincent sighs noisily, "you see, I should have been ready."

He looks me up and down, and his gaze makes me dizzy.

"Are you still going to blame me? Look at you!" He puts his hand on the back of my head and greedily bites into my lips, not thinking of loosening his grip. I don't have time to react when his tongue is in my mouth.

I heard what I wanted and disappointment is instantly replaced by attraction, all-consuming and irresistible.

Please don't stop.

Vincent forces me down to the sand with him, and sits me on top of his legs.

"I would fuck you like that," the whisper of a low voice gives pleasure, "you would love it... you are so sensitive and so... stubborn! I would punish you."

He kisses insistently, continuing to whisper into my mouth:

"I would put you in handcuffs, forcing you to completely obey me."

I hear his heavy breathing and I turn on from the languid voice and from what scenes his words paint in my imagination.

We. Need. Stop.

Feeling a burning desire in the lower abdomen, I quickly break out of his grip, stand up and exhale noisily. Frightened either that I would lose control, or that his words might turn out to be empty. Now I can't understand it. Now he sees me only as a body for sex.

I need to act differently.

"Time to go, I've been away for an hour now," I check the time on my phone and warn Vincent.

I hear him sigh.

"Okay," he says shortly.

When did an hour go by?

"Ricky must be looking for me."

Vincent burns me with his eyes:

"As you say."

I turn around and head home, Vincent following behind.

After ten steps, I turn around sharply and, clinging to his lips, begin to kiss, trying to throw out everything that he has aroused in me. I press closer to him, his hands roaming my body.

Suddenly , to my surprise, Vincent breaks the kiss and puts his index finger to my lips.

"Shh," he whispers, "not so pushy, quieter. If you keep going, I'll fuck you right here and now."

Vincent's look confirms that he is not joking.

I want to attack him again, but I know that playing with fire is not the best idea right now.

So I just smile back.

Vincent brings my hands up to his face and kisses them while looking into my eyes. Every patch of skin on the hands, on the palms, and fingers - everything is covered with kisses.