Beth Michele - Scarred Beautiful

“Yup,” I reply, “I like you soaking wet.” I trek over to the bed and keep a hold of Fran with one arm, while I throw the duvet off the bed with the other before dropping the towels on the sheets.

“You’re completely insane,” she says through her giggles, and if I am, it’s because I’ve never felt freer than I do when I’m with her.

I lay her down, all traces of humor gone from my face as I climb over her. Her laughter is gone, too, replaced by anticipation, her heart beating erratically, a flush of desire pinking her cheeks.

With my arms on either side of her, I inch my way up her body, pushing lightly on top of her. I start with her face, smothering it with the press of my lips to her skin, her sweet taste on my tongue making me want more. The arch of her neck calls to me and I inhale that familiar scent of jasmine as I slide my tongue down further until I reach her nipples, warm and wet from the bath. I lick first one nipple then the other until they harden into tight buds, circling my nose around them as she lets out a loud moan and spreads her legs further, drawing me closer.

“Matt, you’re so hard.” She expels a ragged breath as she lifts her hips to mine.

“God, sunshine, that’s how much I want you.”

And now I just can’t wait anymore.

Without breaking our contact, I lean over and pull out a condom from my wallet, and when it’s securely on, I turn back to Fran. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I reach between us to grab hold of my cock and she puts her hand over mine. “Let me do it,” she says on a moan, gripping me, rubbing the tip against her clit, and I hold in a breath when my finger brushes her slit and I feel how drenched she is. She eases me inside, teasing me, pushing me in and pulling me out, until my cock thickens and our bodies are thrumming, a steady stream of whimpers falling from our lips.

When I’m finally all the way inside, I start moving, her legs urging me deeper, her muted sounds of pleasure making me rock into her harder. I cover her lips with mine, kissing her passionately while she grabs my ass and shows me just how much she wants me.

“Jesus, Fran, your pussy feels fucking amazing. I love being inside of you,” I murmur against her lips.

“Matt, oh, God, Matt,” she moans, and her muscles clench tighter around my cock at the same time her nails dig into my biceps, telling me she’s close.

“I want to hear you when you come, Fran. Let me hear you,” I groan, and I lower my head to suck hard on her nipple, biting and licking the stiff peak as I fuck her faster, wanting to drive her to orgasm.

“Matt,” she screams out, “Matt!” And then shudders rack her body as she explodes around me, burying her face in my chest, pulling me in tighter before she collapses back.

I push up on my hands and give her everything I have of myself, a tidal wave of emotion ripping through me as I thrust into her, my neck corded tight, the tension inside me building higher. Sweat glides down my skin as I rock into her one final time and then flood her insides, my whole body trembling with my release, Fran’s name spilling from my lips. I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing her in, letting her warmth and her calming scent bring me down, slow my heartbeat.

As I come down from this feeling of being drugged, this euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—how do I even begin to explain to her what I feel right now? That was the best sex I’ve ever had.

Only sex is not the right word. I’m just not sure I know what the right word is.

We’ve been lying in bed for hours, a tangle of limbs, Matt’s fingertips drawing patterns lightly on my back. Every part of our bodies is connected, my arm draped over his chest, my leg twisted with his, my breast grazing his skin.

I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, like I’m an observer in my own life, looking down on this girl I don’t recognize though she seems oddly familiar. She’s the girl in Kindergarten who wore her faded purple pants and held her head high when all the other little girls were wearing pretty dresses, because she didn’t care what everyone else thought…because she loved the new pants that her mom worked so hard to buy her. That was the girl before: before Daddy started coming into her room, before Kyle died, before her world went dark.

But I’m not the girl after anymore. My world isn’t shielded in blackness and it no longer feels like I’m drowning, fighting to breathe, struggling to live. It’s as if I’ve been awakened from a long sleep, but not a peaceful one, one that was filled with horrific things that little girls should never have to go through…ever.

But all that’s behind me now, because a warm breeze blew in and whispered to me, tapped me on the shoulder, spoke to me silently. “Do you want to live?” the voice said, and in the next instant, it whispered, “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” that same voice says now, bringing me back to reality.

A peaceful sigh tumbles from my mouth, landing on Matt’s sculpted chest. “I was just thinking about how happy I am right now.”

“Yeah, me too,” he says softly, kissing my hair while I inhale his masculine scent, making my skin prickle.

“You cold?” he asks, and even though I say no, he still pulls the covers up so he can make sure I’m not.

“So can I ask you something? It may seem like a strange time for me to ask, but….” He hesitates, if only for a second. “What happened to that special person you told me about on the beach?”

“It’s fine,” I tell him, and surprisingly it is. “Kyle and I…we went away to Hawaii for a week and we’d gone swimming.” I pause and take a deep breath. “Most of my memory is hazy from there, but I remember being pulled under and when I woke up on the shore…he was gone. He drowned…they never did find his body.”

“Oh, Fran.” He holds me tighter in his arms. “I don’t think it’s enough, but I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay now.” I curl into his side, pressing my cheek against his warmth. “He didn’t really love the beach, oddly enough, but I did, and I know this is going to sound bizarre, but he’s at peace in my favorite place. It took me a while to get to this point, but now I can finally stand in front of the ocean and smile because I know he’s out there.”

Matt lifts my chin, restraining me with a sincere gaze. “And in the end you know he was happy, because he died loving you.”

My words are gone, as is my breath, the brevity of his words making my heart stutter as I try to decipher the code, the true meaning behind them.

His lips seek out mine and it’s not crazed and frantic, but soft and gentle as if a butterfly landed on my lips. A teardrop cascades down my cheek, mixing the salt with the sweetness of our kiss, my favorite combination.

The kiss fades to a simple brush of our lips and into a smile from Matt, and I smile, too, before my eyelids feel heavy and I drift off into a peaceful sleep.

* * *

“I know we barely got any sleep last night, but I’m planning on taking you to Long Beach today. It’s such an eclectic place and I really want to share it with you.”

“Oh you think so, do you?” I joke, skimming my nose down the curve of his jaw.

“Oh, I know so,” he replies, before flipping me over and pinning me underneath him, his morning arousal awake and ready to start the day.

“Hmmm,” I whimper, “I like the way you say good morning.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says, before his voice becomes muffled and his lips leave a burning trail over every inch of my skin, until I’m writhing underneath him.

“Matt,” I murmur breathless, clutching his hair, trying to get his attention. “I need you inside me….”

His head lifts with a sexy, lopsided grin, and he lunges for his wallet on the table to pull out another condom. He rolls it on, sliding inside me effortlessly, the only noise a tiny gasp when he enters me. His hands reach for mine and he pushes them above my head, lacing our fingers together as he rocks into me. There are no loud moans, no strained whimpers, and no heavy breaths. Only our eyes are communicating, saying things that our lips and our hearts can’t.

It’s during this one moment, in the stillness, in this intimate bubble we’ve created, that I realize I’ve fallen for Matt. I don’t know what it means from here on out or where we’re going, but one look in his intense blue eyes tells me that wherever we’re going, we’re going together.

“Fran,” he finally groans, thrusting into me at a languid pace, my body climbing higher and higher toward ecstasy, “I’m gonna come.”

He plunges into me a few more times before his lashes drop against his cheeks and his head falls against my breast. He doesn’t stop though, continuing to drive me toward my own release, wanting me to feel the same pleasure, and a minute later, I do.

“Matt,” I breathe out, wrapping my legs around him and clinging to him, never wanting to let go.

With a subtle lift of his head, he scatters kisses across my skin, brushing his lips over my cheeks, my chin, my lashes, and my temple, a contented smile turning up my lips. He pulls out of me, but only to remove and tie the condom, tossing it on the carpet before settling between my legs again. “You tired, baby? We didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.”

I shake my head and grin. “It was worth every second of it.”

“We could just stay in bed all day and have room service deliver all of our meals,” he says, rolling his hips against mine.

I thread my fingers through his hair and bring him in for a kiss. “It’s a tempting offer, Dixon, but I believe you promised to show me Long Beach.”

“Did I? I can’t seem to remember that, I’m experiencing a sudden onset of temporary amnesia.”

His tongue slides down the bend of my neck, the warmth of his lips sending me into a tailspin of pleasure and I squirm beneath him, desire once again exploding between my legs.

“Matt.” I barely manage to speak his name while he continues his descent, reaching my breast, flicking my nipple, sucking hard on the tip.

“Oh no you don’t!” I place my palms flat against his chest and gather some strength to resist his advances, pushing him off of me while he groans in protest. “We’ve got a date and I want to get ready. But I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

His head falls back against the pillow and he lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” I ask, folding the sheet around me before getting up from the bed.

“Actually,” he replies, “I’ll go up to my room and take one there since I need to get some fresh clothes. I’ll come down and pick you up when I’m done.”

“Oh.” I manage a smile and try not to act too disappointed, but I’m definitely not winning any awards for my performance. Matt senses it and scoots off the bed, engulfing me in his arms.

“It felt really good being with you like that,” he says, laying a gentle kiss on my forehead and I nod in response. Tears sting my eyes but I fight them off. I’m not even sure why I’m about to cry. Maybe because the sand is running thin.

He gives me a quick kiss before he lets me go. The door closes behind him and I shiver, feeling a sudden chill that I can’t shake, so I head for the shower to warm myself up.

I’ve barely made it out of the shower and bundled myself in a towel when there’s a knock on the door. I wrap a smaller towel around my head and venture over to see who it is. I’m happy to see Peyton’s smiling face when I look through the peephole.

“Hey,” she says brightly when I hold the door open, “long time, no see.”

“I’ve been a little busy,” I tease, sashaying my way back into the bathroom to dry my hair.

She follows behind me and takes a seat on the toilet, a knowing grin painted on her face. “Busy doing what? And with whom?” she asks, tapping a thoughtful finger against her mouth, her chestnut brow rising in the air.

I sigh and sag back against the counter, my lips relaxing into a dreamy smile. “Matt, of course. We were together last night and it was amazing.” I spin around and turn the blow dryer on, essentially muffling Peyton’s next words.

“That’s it!” she shouts over the noise. “I need more than that!”

With a quick flip of the switch, I shut the dryer off and lean back, bracing my hands against the sink. “I’m not going into the size of his cock or how skilled he was…I don’t kiss and tell anymore.”