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in the waistband of his trunks.
“Relax, Tessa,” he said as he pulled her close to him. “Just look straight ahead at the beautiful water. Feel me against your backside?”
She nodded.
“I will keep you steady. Don’t worry about the waves or the sand under your feet. Don’t worry about anything. Let yourself go. Trust me.”
“I do,” Tessa said. Even though she’d only known Jason a few hours, she did trust him. Of course, she also knew Carmen would never entrust her to someone who wasn’t worthy.
Jason nudged Tessa’s feet into a wider stance. “Feel the water cooling your heat? I’m going to put a stop to that now.” Jason kept Tessa steady with one arm while his other plunged underwater. His hand found Tessa’s mound and began caressing it. His finger slid up and down her slit, teasing her, until it settled on her clit. He began drawing circles around it with his finger, pressing harder and harder until he heard Tessa’s breath change.
“Feel good?”
“Mmmmm,” Tessa said, softly.
After a few minutes with Jason’s magic fingers, Tessa thought she might explode, like at the café, except better. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like the ocean had climbed inside her. She was beginning to feel waves, small but growing. It was nice, but something was missing.
And then Jason supplied it.
“Lean back against me and wrap your arms around my waist, if you can. I need both of my hands free.” Jason nudged her legs further apart and spread her lips apart with one hand while the other continued to stroke her clitoris. “Relax now,” he said, as he gently pushed a finger past Tessa’s lips. He stopped just an inch inside and said, “Okay?”
Tessa nodded. She could feel herself defensively tensing, and she hated that the talk therapy she’d done for so many months—all those ‘ah ha’ moments she thought she’d committed to memory, hadn’t become part of her muscle memory.
Jason continued to stimulate Tessa’s clitoris, focusing on the powerful pleasure it brought to her. He listened to her breathing and felt her hips rise to meet the pressure of his fingers, like two partners dancing. While Tessa remained focused on the building sensation, Jason slowly, steadily pushed his finger deeper inside her. When the full length of his long, muscular finger was inside, he whispered into her ear.
“How do you feel?”
Tessa murmured something. It could have been English or Esperanto for all it mattered; the word was unintelligible, but the passion behind it was clear.
Jason began to move his finger in and out, careful not to disrupt the dance between his fingers and Tessa’s clitoris. As she responded, he drove his finger into her harder and faster. She moaned and wiggled, grinding her pelvis at Jason’s fingers.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried.
Jason whispered that he would not stop until she had come. “Stay with the sensation, Tessa. Stay with it.” Her eyes were closed, so Jason couldn’t judge her excitement by pupil dilation, but her breath was rapid and the cleavage above her bikini top was a rosy flush. She was close.
He tipped his head down and kissed Tessa’s breast, just above her bathing suit top.
“Oh! That’s so good!”
“Stay with it, you’re almost there.”
And almost before he finished the sentence, she was. Tessa’s vaginal muscles clamped around Jason’s moving finger and she began to spasm so violently there was no question. For the first time in Tessa’s life, she didn’t care how improper it might be or who might overhear her.
“Ohhhh … my… God,” she shouted between pants.
Jason held her firmly until she stopped panting and opened her eyes. When she did, he playfully tousled her hair. “And that, Tessa, is fireworks.”
-13-
Tessa held onto Jason’s shoulder while he slid her bikini bottoms back into place.
“Do you feel like a little swim?”
“A very little one. I’m surprisingly…tired.”
Jason laughed.
“Relax, Tessa,” he said as he pulled her close to him. “Just look straight ahead at the beautiful water. Feel me against your backside?”
She nodded.
“I will keep you steady. Don’t worry about the waves or the sand under your feet. Don’t worry about anything. Let yourself go. Trust me.”
“I do,” Tessa said. Even though she’d only known Jason a few hours, she did trust him. Of course, she also knew Carmen would never entrust her to someone who wasn’t worthy.
Jason nudged Tessa’s feet into a wider stance. “Feel the water cooling your heat? I’m going to put a stop to that now.” Jason kept Tessa steady with one arm while his other plunged underwater. His hand found Tessa’s mound and began caressing it. His finger slid up and down her slit, teasing her, until it settled on her clit. He began drawing circles around it with his finger, pressing harder and harder until he heard Tessa’s breath change.
“Feel good?”
“Mmmmm,” Tessa said, softly.
After a few minutes with Jason’s magic fingers, Tessa thought she might explode, like at the café, except better. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like the ocean had climbed inside her. She was beginning to feel waves, small but growing. It was nice, but something was missing.
And then Jason supplied it.
“Lean back against me and wrap your arms around my waist, if you can. I need both of my hands free.” Jason nudged her legs further apart and spread her lips apart with one hand while the other continued to stroke her clitoris. “Relax now,” he said, as he gently pushed a finger past Tessa’s lips. He stopped just an inch inside and said, “Okay?”
Tessa nodded. She could feel herself defensively tensing, and she hated that the talk therapy she’d done for so many months—all those ‘ah ha’ moments she thought she’d committed to memory, hadn’t become part of her muscle memory.
Jason continued to stimulate Tessa’s clitoris, focusing on the powerful pleasure it brought to her. He listened to her breathing and felt her hips rise to meet the pressure of his fingers, like two partners dancing. While Tessa remained focused on the building sensation, Jason slowly, steadily pushed his finger deeper inside her. When the full length of his long, muscular finger was inside, he whispered into her ear.
“How do you feel?”
Tessa murmured something. It could have been English or Esperanto for all it mattered; the word was unintelligible, but the passion behind it was clear.
Jason began to move his finger in and out, careful not to disrupt the dance between his fingers and Tessa’s clitoris. As she responded, he drove his finger into her harder and faster. She moaned and wiggled, grinding her pelvis at Jason’s fingers.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried.
Jason whispered that he would not stop until she had come. “Stay with the sensation, Tessa. Stay with it.” Her eyes were closed, so Jason couldn’t judge her excitement by pupil dilation, but her breath was rapid and the cleavage above her bikini top was a rosy flush. She was close.
He tipped his head down and kissed Tessa’s breast, just above her bathing suit top.
“Oh! That’s so good!”
“Stay with it, you’re almost there.”
And almost before he finished the sentence, she was. Tessa’s vaginal muscles clamped around Jason’s moving finger and she began to spasm so violently there was no question. For the first time in Tessa’s life, she didn’t care how improper it might be or who might overhear her.
“Ohhhh … my… God,” she shouted between pants.
Jason held her firmly until she stopped panting and opened her eyes. When she did, he playfully tousled her hair. “And that, Tessa, is fireworks.”
-13-
Tessa held onto Jason’s shoulder while he slid her bikini bottoms back into place.
“Do you feel like a little swim?”
“A very little one. I’m surprisingly…tired.”
Jason laughed.
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