It was getting close to midnight and neither of us wanted the night to end yet. I cast about in my head for a place to talk that didn't smack of awkward teenage hangouts. In a burst of inspiration, I directed Zach to a place not far from the restaurant. It was a pier on the bay, a few couples and some die-hard fisherman populating the large T-shaped dock. We made our way to a shadowy corner and leaned on the railing, looking out over the water. I breathed deep the briny air and sighed happily.
"I love it out here," I murmured as Zach slipped an arm around me. It was chilly but clear and bright and I unconsciously moved closer to his warmth. He pulled me firmly to his side and tucked the edges of his overcoat around us. I'd forgotten my own coat in the car.
We leaned on the rail for uncounted minutes, watching the lights shimmer over the water, breathing the salty air and verbally circling each other. Later I couldn't recall the conversation at all, but I knew we each were testing the other, syllable by syllable building a bridge from attraction and growing trust to true intimacy. Somehow, I ended up facing the rail, leaning on it slightly with Zach directly behind me, arms around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder. The curve of my hips fit so neatly against him it felt like I hadn't been whole until he was there, holding me like this. He wasn't holding me particularly tightly, nor grinding himself against me, but it was obvious he was very aroused. I kept still for a moment, savoring the feel of a man close to me again, his breath on my cheek, the murmur of his voice in my ear. With no more stimulation than being held, I was almost giddy with desire, and I felt my heart rate increase.
If it felt this good with our clothes on, I wondered how he would feel against me naked. I was so in tune I could almost hear the same thought from him. Zach made no other move, and suddenly I realized he was waiting for a sign from me. Something to show him I was okay with going to the next level. A million things ran through my head. I could leave things as they were, let them unfold slowly, carefully, making sure I was ready and stable as we took each step. I could savor and test and watch things progress with exquisite care, logic and caution our guide as affection and attraction built. And trust. I should take it slow, and be smart. My head told me that, and some small part of my heart too, the bruised and lonely part that didn't want to chance losing someone again. I breathed quietly, warm in Zach's arms, and the silent debate in my head darted around like quicksilver. Before I realized I'd decided, my body, impatient with this unnecessary soul searching, turned around and dove off the cliff. More specifically, my hips flexed, just enough to stroke the length of him pressed behind me.
Logic and caution took a leap of faith in one small, sensual move.
I felt his reaction immediately. He pressed closer, enough that I shivered both with the sensation of being touched by all that male hardness and the realization that there was a LOT of it. I dizzily wondered if he'd fit. Zach's arms tightened around me, and his head turned slightly to nuzzle my neck. The shiver increased, and I gripped the rail in reflex. I glanced automatically around the pier, but no one was paying us the slightest attention, and Zach's overcoat shielded us from curious eyes. Then I moaned as Zach gently bit the spot where my neck and shoulder joined.
Soft kisses trailed up the side of my throat, his darting tongue teased the lobe of my ear, then nipped it, which made me jump a little. His hands had moved up in time with his mouth, and were cupping my breasts, rubbing in slow circles that made my nipples stand up and pay attention. My breath came out in little gasps and I realized I was unconsciously pressing my bottom against him, rocking my hips.
"Do you like this, Grace?" His low voice rippled through me, making me sigh. "Me touching you in public? Is it turning you on?"
"I…." Truthfully, after that first glance to check if we were observed, I had forgotten we
were
in public. I peeked around but saw no one watching and realized I was almost soaking wet. "Y-yes," I fumbled a little, my voice barely a whisper. "But it's mostly just…you," I added, feeling shy and confused, glad I wasn't looking at him.
Somehow with a flick of the wrists he turned me to face him, my back arched, his tall body looming over me. We were pressed tight, my breasts almost painfully smashed against his broad chest. I could feel the sharp edges of his tie bar through the thin silk of my dress. His hands slid down to cup my ass, yanking me even closer to him, and the heavy hardness of his cock rubbed against my belly. My gasp was swallowed by a kiss that seared to my toes. It was hungry and demanding and my hands slid up his back to cling to his shoulders. This was not gentle encouragement, it was a hot insistence that made me moan into his mouth. His tongue plundered the warm cavity of my mouth, and the fire he'd ignited in me rose into an inferno. I kissed him back with sudden fierceness, battling his mobile tongue with my own. I could feel a growl of approval low in his throat.
