I wasn’t surprised in the least bit when Fiona fell asleep. My girl was usually pretty tired by Friday. I let her sleep, and even did up most of the buttons on her shirt. I meant to do all of them, but I really didn’t want to close the curtains on the best view in the world.
We only got stuck behind one accident, which nearly doubled our travel time, but it gave her plenty of time to rest. It also gave me an opportunity to carefully lean over and move her pants back up. She lifted her waist enough to allow me to do so. I worried she would wake up completely, but she sank back deeper once that was done.
I woke Fiona when we pulled up to a small beach house in Ventura.
“Where are we?” She mumbled sleepily, sitting up. Her eyes widened in surprise when she stepped out of the car. “Is that the beach? Which beach?”
I chuckled. “Ventura. I rented us a beach house for the weekend. I thought, this far away from the city, we can explore the shops, hang out on the beach, do actual things outside of the apartments.”
Fiona squealed with glee and jumped on me. I laughed and held her. “I take it this is a good surprise, then?”
“The best!” She kissed me quickly, then rushed to take off her shoes. “I love the feel of the sand in my toes.” The only time I had ever seen her this giddy, was when she was playing with her computer.
She may or may not have messed with Keith a few times, payback for watching us that one night. Gay porn just kept finding its way onto his computer. She refused to admit to anything though, plausible deniability for me.
“Please tell me you packed me a bathing suit.” She sighed with her eyes closed for a short moment, sinking her toes into the sand as far as she could.
“And if I didn’t, what then?”
Her eyes sparkled like the moonlight on the ocean. “Then you better hope this is a private beach because I am sunbathing one way or the other.” She cut off in a yelp when I roughly pulled her to me with one arm and laid one on her.
“I’m starting to wish I had left your bathing suit at home.”
“Just because I wear it down there doesn’t mean it will stay on. How public is this beach?”
“Zero. It’s private. Belongs to one of my clients.”
“Perfect.” Fiona stepped back from me and pulled the blouse over her head, not worrying about the buttons this time. I watched as the pants landed on top of them in the sand. “Catch me if you can.”
I waited in a frozen state for about five seconds, as her beautiful body ran toward the ocean. My clothes were gone seconds later.
She was already in the water, dipping her long hair in by the time I caught up to her. I didn’t give her a chance to speak, or to tease me like I knew she would. I just kissed her and lifted her out of the water. Fiona kindly wrapped her wet arms and legs around me.
I was done waiting. I barely made it to the shoreline before laying her down in the wet sand to possess her. Waves of pleasure ran through us as the waves of the ocean coated our bodies.
I looked down on her beautiful face, pushing the wet hair behind her ear. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life? What did I do that was worthy of your affection?”
Even with only the moonlight, I could see her blush heating her cheeks.
“I love you.” Well, that just slipped out of me.
I had never even thought about those 3 little words before. Yikes. I guess this was a decently romantic setting, if I ever was going to say it, I could never beat a moonlit private beach for our first time.
“I love you, too.” She whispered, almost in awe. Did she just realize it like I did?
I kissed her with reverence, still in a bit of shock over what we just said. Even what came next held a different tone than we’d ever had before.
After laying together for a little longer, watching the stars, feeling the ocean waves around us, and holding the most perfect angel in my arms, we decided to go clean up. The house was close enough that we weren’t even close to dry when we reached it.
The shower took a while - since I insisted on searching her for every grain of sand.
