Here with Me Ch. 04

It's Sunday morning, Doug and Elizabeth's last day at the shore together, so after a quick breakfast they put on their swimsuits and head for the beach. "Let's try to sit a little bit away from everyone else," Elizabeth suggests as they cross the hot expanse of golden sand. "I'd like a little privacy, if it's possible."

They stroll south and find a relatively unoccupied stretch of beach between 92nd and 93rd Streets. "How's this, babe?" he wants to know.

"Perfect." He sets up two chairs for them while she unfolds the beach blanket and anchors it in place. "I'm going in for a bit, E," he tells her. "You coming with me or staying here?"

"I'll stay here. I want to get some sun before heading into the water." He nods at this then, after she's settled into one of the beach chairs he bends to kiss her forehead and give her ponytail a playful tug before jogging to the water's edge.

Elizabeth picks up one of the tabloids she'd bought Thursday night and tries to read, but is distracted by the sight of Doug frolicking in the surf; she watches as he plays in the waves, laughing loudly as a particularly rough one knocks him on his rear end. "That's going to leave a mark," she calls out to him through cupped hands. He gets up and looks at her over his shoulder, then sticks his ass towards her and rubs it with both hands. "You tease!" she shouts.

"Come kiss it and make it all better for me," he jokes back.

"Don't you wish!" She shakes her head at him, still laughing, and tries to turn her attention back to her gossip magazine, but is unable to do so. She keeps staring at him and thinks, He's got the most amazing body I've ever seen.

Then her mind turns to thoughts of what happened Saturday afternoon: they'd taken two boogie boards with them to ride the waves, and after an hour or so of that Elizabeth lay down on the blanket to relax and allow the sun's rays to dry her off, smiling as Doug flopped down next to her. "That was fun," he told her, as he pressed a quick kiss on her shoulder.

"It was," she admitted. They lay there in silence, enjoying the warm sea air until Doug said, "Damn it, I knew I forgot something."

"What is it, baby?" Elizabeth asked. "You need to go back to the house for it? I'll give you the key."

"No, I don't need it right now." She looked at him, momentarily puzzled, and then asked, "So what's the big deal then?"

"I got something for you last night and forgot to give it to you."

"What is it? What did you get me?"

"It's a surprise, E," he told her.

"Well, then let's go home so you can give it to me. The surprise, you pervert," she added when he leered at her.

"No. Not just yet. I want to keep you in suspense." Elizabeth gave him a dark look and said, "I don't like surprises, Doug ... come on, tell me what it is."

"Nope, E. You're just going to have to wait."

"Damn it, Doug, don't tease me." He shook his head at her, then made a motion of zipping his lips. "I'll get you for that," she warned before fairly springing on him and tickling his armpits and his stomach (he's the only ticklish man she's ever been with); he started squirming and chuckling beneath her. "Knock it off, E," he said, as he started gently batting her fingers away from his skin.

"Not until you tell me what it is!" He let her have her way with him for a moment or two, then his hands grabbed her hips and he flipped her over on her back onto the blanket. Quick as lightning he straddled her waist and started tickling her. "Don't like that very much, do you?" he wanted to know, as she started squealing loudly.

"I give, I give!" she shrieked. "Stop it!"

"All right," he said, as his fingers stopped digging into her sides, and she took a deep breath, trying to contain herself. Then he added, "Nope. Changed my mind," and she giggled as he resumed tickling her.

Then his hands seized her wrists and held them at her sides. "We can go now, so you can give me my surprise, whatever it is. Then we'll come back here when we're done," she offered.

"I don't know if you'll want to do that," he said. "Because I think you'll like it so much you'll want to stay in for a while."

"It better be a pretty amazing surprise if you're making promises like that."

"Oh, E, you know I always deliver on my promises." At this she laughed, a low and husky laugh, then she looked appraisingly at his crotch. "You give me what I want, I'll give you what you want," she told him.

Doug purposely delayed their departure for home; first, he sunbathed a bit longer than they'd originally planned, then he wanted to take the boogie board back out for some more body surfing, but when he saw how impatient -- and subsequently annoyed -- Elizabeth had become, he said, "Come on. Let's head back instead." He could barely suppress a grin as she started hastily shoving their things into her beach bag.

"Slow down," he called after her as she fairly raced up 94th Street towards Route 1; when he caught up to her at the crosswalk, she kept impatiently pressing the button for the Walk signal.

Upon returning to the townhouse, they rinsed off excess sand with the garden hose, then Elizabeth let them into the house; she dropped her beach bag inside the front door and hurried upstairs to quickly shower and wash the saltwater from her hair, her bathing suit and her skin. By the time Doug had cleaned himself in the shower (again taking his good old sweet time to keep Elizabeth in suspense), she was seated in the middle of their bed, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair. He stood in the bathroom doorway clad only in a towel, leaning nonchalantly against its frame, and stared at her until she yelled "WHAT'S THE GODDAMN SURPRISE, DOUG? WHERE IS IT?"

"Jesus, E, calm down," he laughed. She took the towel she'd been using to dry her hair and snapped it at him. "This isn't funny, Doug," she told him.

"Okay, okay," he acquiesced, holding up his hands in surrender. "Take off that bath towel and close your eyes."

"This better be worth it," she cautioned him in a drawl as she did what she was told, "or you're gonna pay and pay big." She listened as he opened his suitcase and rooted around in it for a bit; she heard the rustle of a paper bag and then the sound of a package being opened. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded impatiently when she heard the sound of something being put together.

"You'll see," he said. "Hang on." He left the room, shutting the connecting door between the bedroom and the bathroom behind himself; she heard a strange muffled noise and then his voice saying "All right" as he re-entered the bedroom.

"All right what?" Elizabeth snapped when she sensed Doug moving towards the bed, then quickly propping their pillows against the headboard. He crawled in behind her. "Slide back towards me, E," he told her, ignoring her irritated query. She moved to sit between his bare legs as he rested against the stacks of pillows. "Now spread open your thighs and bend your knees for me."

"But what --?"

"Just do it, Elizabeth. You'll see in a minute." He smiled craftily then said, "Lean against me." This she did, feeling something plastic against her right thigh and hearing a low, almost waspish sound. "What's that?" she wanted to know. "This," he replied softly; he wrapped his left arm tightly around her waist and she gasped when she felt him gently press a small vibrating rubber knob against her clit. Her hips bucked against it in surprise. "I thought we could have used this last night, for a little something different," he told her, his voice soft against her damp hair. "But then I had ... other ideas, so I forgot about it till now."

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as he moved the vibrator back and forth, then around the sensitive pink nub of her sex, and she yelped softly when she felt his fingers at her breasts. "You like this, baby?" he asked, before licking her neck.

"Uh huh," she whispered.

"Feel nice?"

"It does."

"You ever do this with anyone else?" he wanted to know, as his fingers teased her nipple while the vibrator continued to buzz against her.

"No."

"How about with yourself? You do this to yourself?"

"Yes," she responded, her voice dreamy.

"Do you think of me when you do this?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

"Do you think of anything else?" he asked, as he started nibbling her earlobe, making her sigh as she nodded. "Like what?" he persisted.

"Sexy scenes in movies: you know, like The Big Easy, or 9 ½ Weeks, or Last Tango in Paris ... that sort of thing."

"Anything else?"

She giggled then moaned, "Yes."

"Tell me, E."

"I can't!"

"Tell me," he repeated, moving the vibrator away from Elizabeth's clit; she groaned despairingly at this. "I can't," she said again.

"You will, or I'm done."

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. "All right," she agreed softly, so he resumed playing with her. "Tell me," he said a third time when she didn't speak right away.

"The one time," she began, "I fantasized being with another woman --" Damn! he thought, I wasn't expecting that! "-- it's not something I'm really interested in in real life ... but she's blonde and very pretty and she's kissing me, we're making out standing up ... and then she takes off all her clothes, and then she makes me lie down on the bed, on my back." Here she paused to take a few deep breaths.

"Go on, Elizabeth," he murmured, feeling his shaft starting to get hard at the thought of her with a hot blonde woman.

"She gets onto the bed next to me and slowly takes off my clothes ... and then she lies on top of me and kisses me some more, and her breasts are crushing mine and I feel her start to grind herself against me and oh my God, it feels so good ..." She fell silent for a moment, then a low exclamation of "oh!" issued from her lips and her trembling fingers clutched at the bed linens as he continued to tease her with the vibrator.

"What else, baby?" he wanted to know.

"She tells me she wants to suck my ... my tits," she said through gritted teeth as her head drooped against his shoulder, "and she starts doing it, then she wants to know if I'm liking how she sucks on my tits -- and I'm liking it, I really am and I'm not into women in the slightest but --"

"Never mind that, baby," he ordered her.

"And her lips and tongue feel wonderful on me and I'm moaning because I'm loving it -- and something feels so naughty about it, almost forbidden, like I'm being a very bad girl ... and then I look over and I see you sitting there watching us, watching what she's doing to me, and you're loving it, I can tell you are." Here Elizabeth flung her head back against Doug's shoulder, and he shuddered when her long brown hair cascaded over his shoulder, tickling his skin.

"I would, baby," he whispered.

Elizabeth inhaled deeply, then continued, her fingers tightening on the sheet, "So then she kisses her way down my stomach and gets closer and closer to my crotch ... she rubs my clit with her nose, then starts licking it and her tongue is so soft and hot, and I'm looking down to see her long blonde hair between my thighs as she goes down on me ... such a turn on ..." another pause, during which she takes a few more shaky breaths. "And then she sticks her tongue inside my ... inside my cunt --" Doug definitely wasn't expecting Elizabeth to say that! "And it feels amazing; then she stops to tell me she's going to lick all my -- juices --" that last word coming out as a squeal -- "that she's going to lick me clean and my God I don't know which is the bigger turn on ... what she's doing to me, or knowing that you're watching us together and getting turned on by it." She started whimpering when she felt his mouth moving over the base of her neck.

"Go on, Elizabeth," he told her when he felt her body quaking against his; he knew she was not far off. "Tell me more."

She drew a deep, shaky breath then whimpered, "And then I look over at you and I say 'oh, Doug, look, look at this dirty little bitch going down on me ... wanting me to come on her face, do you like seeing what she's doing to me?' and then I tell her, 'lick me harder, you fucking bitch, make me come! Make me come!' And --" she paused again, then continued in a nearly incoherent wail that steadily increased in volume, "and oh God baby I came on her face and she licked me clean just like she said she would and then she kissed my clit ever so gently and oh please baby please stop no more this is it, this is it!" and she screamed as she came so violently that her body jolted away from his, her back going rigid; she then slumped against him, her harsh, repeated exhalations the only sound in the room.

Elizabeth sighed gustily as she felt the last wave of her explosive climax surge through her, then smiled as his right arm snaked around her waist. "My God," she whispered, her voice quivering, "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life!" When she realized his shaft was hard against the cleft of her rear end, she chuckled weakly and told him, "Give me a few minutes to regroup, baby, and then I'll take care of you."

* * *

Doug stops riding the waves when he realizes Elizabeth is observing him with a faraway expression on her face. He calls her name; she doesn't acknowledge him. Then he yells it louder, and again she ignores him. Finally, he bellows "Yo! E!" which jerks her from her erotic daydream.

"What?" she wants to know.

"You going to sit there all day and stare at me or are you coming out to play?"

"Give me a minute," she replies, needing time to gather her thoughts. She then gets up to join him in the surf, smiling as she nears him.

"What were you thinking about, baby?" he asks, as he takes her in his arms and pulls her to him.

"You," she replies, as she presses her cheek against his chest. "I was thinking about you and how I don't want the weekend to end."

He chuckles at this. "Me either, E," he admits. "I wish we didn't have to go to work tomorrow."

"We could call off," she offers.

"No can do, E. Remember, I called off Friday so I could come down Thursday night." She sulks for a moment then says, "You're right."

"And I know you'd much rather stay on the beach today, but I was thinking of trying to talk you into going back to the townhouse early," he murmurs.

"I might be persuaded into it, if you try really hard."

"Really?" he wants to know. She gives him an impish smile as she runs her hands up and down his back. He kisses her forehead and she says, "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, you've convinced me. Let's go." He laughs at this, then takes her hand in his and leads her back to their beach chairs.

They arrive at the townhouse fifteen minutes later and, after rinsing the sand from themselves they go inside, Elizabeth ahead of Doug, and once he's shut and locked the door behind him he grabs her by her shoulders and turns her to face him. "What are you --" Elizabeth begins to ask, but he cuts off her question with a firm kiss on the mouth. She feels his fingers at the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms, and squeals against his lips as he begins tugging them down; she follows suit, untying and loosening the drawstring of his black board shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor. The bottom half of her bathing suit soon lands around her ankles, and she kicks their discarded clothing away.

Then Doug's fingers seize the hem of her tankini, and he slowly pulls it off and tosses it aside. She tips her face to his, but he doesn't kiss her right away; he pushes her hair back over her shoulders and gazes intently at her, his hands moving over her shoulders to her upper arms. "What is it, Doug?" she asks, her voice soft, and she smiles when he tells her, "You're beautiful, you know that? I've thought so ever since I met you."

"You're very sweet," Elizabeth tells him, and he kisses her again. "Take me upstairs, baby," she instructs him when he comes up for air.

"I thought you'd never ask." With that, he carries her upstairs to their bedroom and gently places her on the bed. Again he stops to silently look her over. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asks coyly.

"I just want to look at you for a minute." He continues to stare at her in silence, his eyes devouring every inch of her tanned creamy skin. Then he murmurs "So beautiful," before lying down next to her. She slides closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck, while his hands gently clasp her waist. Her foot slowly, tantalizingly rubs up and down his calf as she kisses him, her tongue touching his lips until they part for her, and when her tongue's in his mouth he sucks on it almost greedily, making her moan with desire for him, the desire he knows how to fan so well ... then his hands are on her ass and he's pushing her against him so he can grind his crotch into hers.

Elizabeth seizes the back of Doug's head with both hands and forces his face closer to hers so she can thrust her tongue further into his mouth. "Ow, baby," he protests, his voice muffled, "that hurts."

"I'm sorry," she tells him, as she loosens her grip on his head. "But, Doug, I want you so much!"

"I want you too, E, but you don't need to beat me up to get me turned on. And if you're into S&M or something, we're gonna have to talk about that," he jokes, which makes her giggle.

Then they both fall silent at the near gravity of the situation: it's the last day of their long and supremely pleasurable weekend together, which neither wants to end, and she sighs. She presses her forehead into his chest and caresses his shoulders and upper arms as his fingers play gently over her back. "Elizabeth?" he asks, wondering if she's dozing off.

"Mm?"

"You okay?" He feels her nod. "What's going on?" he wants to know. Without a word, she slides out of his embrace; she takes his left hand and kisses his palm before pressing it against her cheek, then guides his right to her sex and manipulates it so he's caressing it. Then she looks at him, her brown eyes large and solemn in her face and she mouths "Love me, Doug" before kissing him again.

That's all the invitation he needs, so he probes her with careful fingers and starts rubbing her clit, his index finger slipping over it as her hand drops to his shaft and strokes it ever so slowly. They're both of the same mind -- wanting this last bout of lovemaking to last as long as possible to put off their eventual parting from one another -- so their hands and mouths and tongues move languidly over and against each other until his breath issues from parted lips in harsh exhalations and she whimpers her pleasure against his ear.

Doug pulls away from Elizabeth for a beat; she nods slightly at the question she sees in his eyes, so he rolls them over so she's on her back and he's atop her. "Oh, baby," she whispers as he nudges her legs apart with his knees then plunges his shaft into the hot, wet velvet center of her being.

She moves her hips in time with his thrusts so he can go deeper into her, gasping in surprise when she feels the tip press against the entrance to her womb. "Did that hurt?" he asks her in a low voice as he stops what he's doing for a moment.

She shakes her head. "I just wasn't expecting it, is all," she reassures him; once he knows she's okay he resumes fucking her with long, slow strokes, her hips continuing to rise to meet his ... then her whispered command of "Stick it all in, baby ... all the way in ... as deep as you can go ... oh, so good ..." which arouses him even more. He obeys, and her tiny cries of delight let him know that it's all right, it's perfectly all right.