Chapter 87

They dragged the boards to shore, undoing the cuffs of the buddy lines. Sara held out the line for the long board to Jon.

“Here - take back that monster. Gimme the little one!”

Jon laughed and gave her back the body board, tucking the big board under one arm and holding her hand with his other. Sara got her board under her free arm, and they walked up the beach toward the surf shack. Approaching from this side, they saw an outdoor shower against the wall, obviously there for surfers to wash off the salt and sand, and they stopped there, letting the cold water sluice over them. Sara’s feet were starting to thaw out, stabbing with pain as the feeling returned, and Jon grinned as she pulled pained faces.

“Don’t your feet hurt?” She asked him.

“Told you before, babe - I’m tough.”

“Really?”

She turned around with her back to him. “Can you unzip me?”

As he started to unzip the suit, she pressed back against him, rubbing her ass slowly against his crotch and hearing his whisper of ‘shit’. Looking over her shoulder, she smirked at him as she stepped away.

“Thought you were tough?”

His soft chuckle close behind her made Sara shiver in anticipation as he finally edged the zipper all the way down.

“Come on. Let’s get changed and get back to the hotel.”

Sara peeled the wetsuit down to her waist, then they took the boards inside, returning them to the counter and retrieving their locker keys. At the back of the store, they found one of the cubicles was already being used, and Sara got her things from the locker then looked at Jon, inclining her head toward the single empty cubicle. He grinned at her as he grabbed his clothes, following her into the cubicle and locking the door behind them.

Jon dropped his clothes onto the floor, backing Sara against the wall, his body pinning her there as his mouth came down hard on hers. She tasted salty, from the sea water she’d swallowed, and Jon’s tongue delved deeply into her mouth as Sara kissed him back just as hard, pushing her body against him, breathless with wanting him.

With a huge effort, Jon pulled himself away from her, bringing his mouth to her ear so he wouldn’t have to see her hungry eyes, so maybe he could keep himself in check. Sara’s hot tongue curled under his earlobe, drawing it into her mouth and nibbling, straining his control.

“Not here.” He murmured. “I want you where we won’t be disturbed, darlin’. Let’s just get out of here, get back to the hotel.”

She pouted at him like a spoilt child. “I don’t like waiting.”

“I’ll make it worth the wait, sweetheart.”

“Well, in that case…..” Her words trailed off into a cheeky grin, and she peeled the wetsuit all the way off as Jon unzipped his own.

Drying off as best they could in the confined space, they dressed in jeans and t shirts again, Jon grinning when Sara mentioned that, because she’d worn her swimsuit earlier, she had absolutely no underwear on this time.

“Cool - that’ll save time when we get back.”

“Guess it’ll save any more of my panties getting ripped, too, huh?”

Jon just nodded, grinning, then they left the changing cubicle and returned their wetsuits to the counter at the front. Saying goodbye to the young assistant, Jon took Sara’s hand as they walked out of the surf shack and down the stone steps onto the beach. He looked across toward the hotel, seeing the tide had washed clear of the beach, all the way out beyond the swimming pool rock.

“D’you want to go up by the bridge or cross the stream?”

“Let’s cross the stream.” Sara suggested. “I think it’s actually quicker.”

They walked over the hard-packed sand, deeply furrowed with ridges from the outgoing tide, then rolled up their jeans to wade across the stream. It was deeper than before, and they both ended up with wet jeans, Sara just laughing as Jon cursed bitterly at the cold water. His half-joking complaints continued right along the side of the hotel, as every tiny pebble on the walkway felt like razor blades under their feet, until they finally reached the main entrance and stepped gratefully onto carpet.

With a ‘hello’ to the girl working reception, they headed straight upstairs and into the bedroom. The supply of coffee and cookies had been replenished, and Sara gladly tore open a pack of chocolate chip, handing one to Jon as she took a bite from the other.

“God, I’m hungry. What time is it anyway?” She asked indistinctly around a mouthful of cookie.

“Just after one.” Jon said, glancing at his watch. “You know - less than five hours since that massive breakfast you had!”

“No wonder I’m hungry then!” Sara turned to the dresser, picking up the kettle to go fill it with water. “Want coffee?”

She turned to walk to the bathroom, but Jon was in front of her, shaking his head slightly. He took the kettle out of her hand, laying it back on the dresser with a smirk.

“No, I don’t want coffee. I want you.”

“Do you now?”

Sara gave an involuntary shudder as Jon’s hands slipped quickly under the back of her t shirt, his hands cool on her skin as he pulled her toward him.

“Yeah, I do. Is that okay with you?”

“I guess so.”

Her cheeky grin made Jon chuckle as he leaned down a fraction to kiss her. Sara got her own hands under his shirt, pushing it up until he broke away from her, pulling the shirt off and dropping it on the floor. Before he could reach for her again, Sara twisted him around and pushed him onto the bed, standing looking down at him as he grinned at her.

“Take your shirt off, darlin’.”

She shook her head as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her fingers combing slowly through the fur on his chest. Half-sitting up, Jon caught hold of one of her pigtails, the end still dripping slightly from the sea, and he pulled her mouth down to his. While his mouth held her captive, his hands gently drew her shirt up until Sara sat back on her heels to strip it away, still sitting astride him, both of them wearing just their jeans now. She bent forward again, her hands smoothing his damp hair back from his forehead as she kissed him, and Jon raised one hand to her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm because of her position.

His other hand trailed up her denim-wrapped thigh, then slipped forward to cup underneath, the heel of his hand pushing gently against her, feeling her sigh. He rocked his palm slightly, then Sara pulled away again, shaking her head.

“Nuh-uh. Not this time, mister. You’ve made me wait long enough.”

Her fingers popped open the button on his jeans, then unzipped them before she slid off the bottom of the bed. Sara pulled his jeans off, Jon still lying on the bed watching her, then she unfastened her own jeans and they fell to the floor. Still watching her, Jon sat up, and the way his stomach muscles tightened to pull him upright made Sara’s own tummy flip. He held out his hand to her, and Sara stepped forward again, letting Jon pull her down onto the bed with him.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, trailing his fingers down over her breasts, then down her stomach. “So soft.” His hand dipped between her thighs, and now he grinned, his whisper rasping in his throat. “So wet and hot.”

Sara took his hard cock in her hand, looking right into his eyes as she answered. “So tired of waiting.”

Jon moved lithely atop her, entering her in the same movement, and Sara groaned as the hardness filled her, and Jon couldn’t stop a groan of his own.

“You feel so good, baby.” He murmured, thrusting into her again, and Sara smiled up at him.

“This feels so good.” She replied, her words cut off when Jon kissed her again, his tongue keeping pace with his hips as his hand found her breast again, his palm just rolling lightly across her hard nipple.

Sara had her hands in his hair as they kissed, and Jon could tell she was getting closer and closer to orgasm as her grip tightened, and he could feel the vibration in her mouth as she moaned. His own need was overtaking him, and he was slamming against her now, feeling her arch beneath him as she came, then he was cumming too, their mouths still joined as he poured himself into her.

Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, Sara smiled up at him, her lips reddened from the ferocity of their kisses.

“I love you when you’re like that.” She told him. “You feel like you’re barely in control of yourself.”

Jon grinned crookedly at her. “I’ve told you before, darlin’, you drive me crazy.”

Tenderly now, he dropped another kiss on her lips before pulling away to lie next to her, chuckling softly.

“Now you can make me coffee!”