(First off I just want to thank everyone for all the votes and comments on part 1 of this story. Holy Crap I never imagined it would get anywhere near this kind of a reception! I mean it was listed as HOT within the first damn hour! Wow...THANKS! Keep the constructive criticism coming. I actually want to get good at this and I need that kind of feedback. I'm having a lot of fun. Many more chapters for this are already written. I've actually tried to do some research on some of these things so I hope it shows. This Chapter doesn't have any sex, but it is sexy, just so you know, but o boy watch out for chapters 3 and 4! ENJOY!)
I wake up to the feeling of something caressing my feet. It's almost soothing. The caressing climbs higher and starts to feel cool, and wet. And then I feel something hard against me. Slowly rubbing up against my naked bum. Shawn. I remember now.
I hear him moan and then a small wave comes in and envelopes both our legs and I sit up with a gasp. Shawn starts chuckling.
"The tide! SHAWN!" I nudge him.
"Yea it must be about 4 in the morning." he sits up, stretching and smiling at me as the small waves begin to soak the blanket and our clothes beside us on the sand.
He's the most beautiful man on this planet. Fight me.
I lean over and kiss him and another wave hits us, soaking us. I shriek and laugh as he grabs our clothes and stands up, offering me his hand. I take it and pull the now sopping huge blanket with me. We're totally naked still. I don't care. I step into his arms and he holds me tight. Another wave, and we are soaked again laughing.
"We should head up the beach, or..." Shawn trails off, looking back at my house.
I'm pulling on my now half wet yoga pants and t shirt. Struggling more like. Shawn lets me steady myself on him before he steps into his own half soaked jeans.
"What a way to wake up." I mutter, as we head up the beach, away from the incoming tide.
"I don't think we'll ever forget that!" Shawn laughs.
He starts to wring out the blanket with his massive arms.
"I could watch you do that all day." I tell him, grinning.
"O yea?" His eyebrow raises and then he assumes what I would like to call a power stance, and performs his task in the most extravagant way, flexing every muscle he can. Showing off. For me.
When he's done, he throws the twisted blanket around me and pulls me into him.
"Gotcha." he smiles. He has a beautiful smile. His whole face lights up. His teeth, so straight, are incredibly white against his tan.
"Kiss me Shawn. Please." I beg him, sliding my arms around his neck and going up on tip toe.
He takes my lips in the most possessively gentle way. It's the best way I can describe it. I can feel my body begin to respond and then a slight pain. I wince.
"Feline?" he pulls away to look at me. "I felt that. You alright?"
"I think...." I pause, unsure how to say it. "I think you broke my vagina."
Shawn throws back his head and laughs. I start to giggle with him, wincing slightly as I do.
"Ow." I moan, sliding my hand down to my crotch, his hand follows mine, then replaces it.
"Poor Kitten." he holds me softly, his thumb just gently stroking the top of my mound. "We made love like 4 times..."
"5." I correct him, and lay a kiss on his chest.
"5." he chuckles. "You're bound to be sore. I mean, it was your first time!"
"And you're really big. Like, huge!" I exclaim. Then cover my mouth, realizing how awkward that sounds.
"Oh come on..." he smirks.
"Shawn..." I tilt my head and give him a knowing smile.
"Yea, ok. I've been in enough locker rooms." he nods. His mischievous eyes gazing down at me.
"You want to come in? Watch a movie or something with me?" I ask him. Not wanting to let him go.
He glances up to the parking lot, where his motorbike is parked.
"Should be fine there." he jerks his head in his bikes direction.
"Will you take me for a ride sometime?" I ask, remembering the day he first got it and came to the house, excitedly, to show it off.
He took me for a short ride that day. It was great, but the thing I recall the most was getting to hold Shawn tightly as he took me down the twisting highway following the coast. The creak of his leather jacket, the smell of him and his strong abdominal core that I'll admit it wasn't the fear that made me snake my hands under the leather to clutch at him. I wanted to feel him. I totally copped a feel! I wonder if he knew then...
"Hell yea I will!" he grinned. "We should go for a drive before sunset. It's my favourite time to ride."
"Is it a date?" I ask, feeling brave after his confession before we fell asleep.
"Yes." he replied, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose.
He takes my hand and kisses the top of my knuckles, turning it, he kisses my wrist, then nips me as I give a sharp gasp. Wrung out blanket around his shoulders, Shawn takes my hand and holds it, his Chucky T's and white T shirt in his other hand. We walk back to the house, taking our time, enjoying the sound of the rising tide encroaching on the shoreline.
Before we climb the steps Shawn crouches, motioning me to climb on his back.
"Get on." he waves.
"Really? I'm not sure, it's 75 steep steps up to my home."
"Yea come on. If you like it when I wring out a blanket you'll love this." he's so confident. God, I wish I could have an ounce of that confidence.
"You know, some people might call that arrogance." I cross my arms, completely feigning disinterest.
"Fuck em." he laughs and takes my arm softly, pulling me over to his back. I shrug and jump on, wrapping an arm around his neck and the other around his body. He hefts me up onto him like nothing, his hands right around my ass and thighs. He begins to ascend the stairs.
First one at a time, then two, then three. Holy shit he's so strong! His body feels incredible underneath me as he works.
Eventually we are at the top and I slide down.
He's breathing hard but doesn't seem that phased as he flips the wrung out blanket with a snap, and lays it over the wicker table under the gazebo to dry.
All I can do is watch him, in awe. He's just so beautiful. He turns and smiles at me again. My heart melts.
"That was intense." I whisper.
