the Devil and the Sea

53| Winner takes it all

We find ourselves on the terrace, Vincent sits on the right and strokes my knee. We strike up a conversation, but mostly he tells me funny stories from his life.

Suddenly, - even as expected - Vincent leans down and gently touches my lips with his. His tongue slowly penetrates like he's tasting me, but then, just as suddenly, he pulls away. There are only a few centimeters between us, and he peers into my eyes. Moving closer, he nibbles on my ear, then painfully slowly leaves a chain of kisses from ear to collarbone.

Vincent finishes kissing my skin, and I catch his mouth and boldly bite into the half-open lips that I must have drawn a hundred times. His tongue instantly intertwines with mine, and I feel the heat. He puts his hand on the back of my head holding me in place, as if to prevent my possible retreat. I let it consume me. Now he's not kissing, but sucking me in, as if I was his favorite taste.

Then, a second later, he pulls away to look into my eyes. I gasp and beg for air, but all I can think of is more. I need more.

Our mouths are not made for breathing or talking , they are made for kissing.

We should have been kissing since that night in San Juan when he first offered his lips to me.

Vincent runs his hand along my inner thigh, making my skin crawl, and I hold my breath. And when he touches the cherished place through the shorts, I shudder from the electric discharge that runs through me and settles somewhere between the thighs. I want him to keep caressing me, but he removes his hand. I hold my breath and try to hold the sensations with my whole being. I close my legs and feel my underwear getting wet.

Crap.

I seem to have a small - big - problem - I am attracted to Vincent so much that I myself am surprised by this. The first time I saw him on the football field I made fun of him in my head and now I'm sitting here kissing him while his hands caress me and the only thing I want is for him to take me right now.

I force myself to think that this is all in line with my plan to achieve my goal of winning Vincent's heart and swing my leg over him and sit on top of him. I'd like to think it's just for fun, but my body moves on its own. I begin to slowly move my hips back and forth and feel his arousal.

Vincent exhales noisily and squeezes my ass so hard I can barely contain my scream. Despite the pain, I pull him by the neck, and he presses closer to me. I'm mad because I'm ready to give myself to him right here.

Vincent kisses under the ear, I tilt my head back, giving him all the neck. Too nice. Vincent's lips on my neck...there's nothing more right in this world. I want to go on, I want this to last forever.

I tilt my head to find his lips, and I hear the house door slam, and I blast off Vincent. I'm embarrassed if someone catches me with Vincent in this position. Probably Marina is going home, but I don't want to leave to see her off. She can come and go on her own.

"I need to catch my breath, it's too pleasant, I can't think normally," I say, breathing heavily, and I walk, back and forth.

I just can't stand still.

I stop in front of a seated Vincent and look at his face: smiling, he watches me. Surely, he has already thought of everything for himself, since he sees how he affects me. His eyes and wry grin speak for him.

He gets up and takes a step towards me.

"You're beautiful. Do you know about this, devil?" Vincent tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and looks as if he has made a discovery and is now infinitely happy.

Well, wow, I already started to miss this nickname, which is pronounced by his sinful lips.

I've been told I'm beautiful at least a thousand times, but it's only now that Vincent has said it that I really feel that way. Beautiful.