“Well, of course that was a benefit. With everything I do I must see some sort of benefit. That’s just me.”
“And one of the things I absolutely admire in you,” I replied.
Marshall smiled, tucking my hair behind one ear before continuing to open up to everything that was on his mind at that moment. “I also want you to know that I am willing to wait for you in a physical sense if that’s what you’re comfortable with. I understand.”
“Well, it’s a bit late for that, wouldn’t you say? We’ve already gone beyond that point, I’m happy to say.” I knew that Marshall was trying to show that he was reasonable and wouldn’t jump to a bad conclusion if I said no to intimacy. It was such a kind gesture and certainly a sign that he was trying to open up to me more. I leaned in to kiss Marshall and replied. “I’ll let you know if I think we need to take it slower in the physical arena. You let me know the same too, okay?”
“I don’t think you’ll be hearing any suggestions from me. I find you rather refreshing and arousing, my lovely Becca.”
“I just don’t want any games. Whatever is going to happen needs to be real because I can’t stand the games. I’ve always tried to avoid them…not that it’s always worked.”
“Deal. I’ll try the same,” Marshall said before adding, “This is scary ground, you know?”
“I know.”
“Will you sleep over? In the morning I can take you to get some clothes. But I really want to be with you, be close to you. Why don’t we take a few days off? I have a beach house at my disposal from a friend. Sounds good?”
“I think I can manage that.”
“Excellent,” Marshall said. With that, the two of us fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke with the first light of day. I hadn’t felt better than what I did at that moment in a long time.
Chapter 20
I couldn’t deny it. I was excited to have a few days with Marshall all to myself away from everyone else’s prying eyes. It was a real chance for us to get to know each other better in every way.
The beach house didn’t disappoint either. It was fantastic and gorgeous, located just off the Coast Highway in Malibu. It was all white, with sliding doors that opened up to allow the air from the nearby ocean in. Everything was meticulous, beautiful, and relaxed eloquence. This was the type of place I could get used to. I was so curious about who owned it, but all Marshall would say was a friend in response. I decided to leave the subject alone.
I looked out the back balcony on the second floor, which overlooked a private beach. There were no neighbors in sight and I was impressed with the privacy that this house offered. It was something pretty rare to find in the area and whoever owned the house had definitely found a rare property.
“The sun feels so great,” I said. “I suggest we relax in a bit and enjoy this beautiful day, Marshall. What do you say?”
“Whatever you like. Let’s get changed.”
“I don’t need anything else,” I said, slowly peeling off my sundress and sandals, showing that I just had some panties on underneath it. “This is how I plan on laying out. Those tan lines can be so bothersome, don’t you think?”
“Just another sign of your brilliance,” Marshall said, staring hungrily at my breasts.
We went out onto the balcony and lay down, bringing only our bodies and suntan oil with us.
“Let me get your back,” I said. I straddled Marshall, rubbing the oil into his skin and giving him a slight massage while doing so.
“That feels so good,” he mumbled, his head half buried into the lounge chair.
“I couldn’t agree more. We’d hate for you to get burned, wouldn’t we?”
“Indeed,” he said.
I rubbed the oil in deeply and kept working my way down, kissing his sexy and hard butt as I went down. I gave it a little nibble and growled, causing Marshall to jump a bit and me to laugh. “Now that I know you like to bite, Becca, that’s given me some ideas.”
“Hmm…can’t wait to see what you have in mind,” I replied, climbing off of him and going over to my own chair.
I started to apply the oil to my front side and Marshall had his head turned watching me. I was giving him a mini erotica show right there on that balcony and enjoying the liberated feeling I had doing it. I’d never felt sexier or more desired. It was amazing how that feeling made me more adventurous and willing to do things that I might normally be reserved with.
As I massaged the oil on my breasts and slowly slid my hands down further, Marshall whistled, adding, “Show me more,” after it. And I did.
I slowly slid my fingers into me and began to move them back and forth, making myself more aroused by the minute. The oil on my breasts being kissed by the ocean breeze made them very alert and I slowly pleasured myself to climax with my right hand while my left hand massaged my breast, my fingers working and rubbing my nipples in a circle to peak hardness. I reached it up to my mouth and licked it as I came. It felt so great, but better yet, it gave me the reaction I was really hoping for.
Marshall came over to me and pulled me up and took me over to the railing where I put my hands out and leaned forward, thrusting my butt out in front of his hard erection. From behind me, Marshall thrust into me and grabbed on to my hips. He moved back and forth forcefully, reaching deep into me, twisting his hips, and causing such a sensation in me, causing me to explode into a shattering climax. His moves grew quicker and I kept coming, not able to stop the bliss I was feeling. Then in a single intense thrust, Marshall stiffened and whispered, “It’s time.”
He exploded and then leaned in to me, whispering in my ear. “Becca, I can honestly say that I’m speechless. That was the sexiest damn thing that I’ve ever seen, very arousing.”
I smiled. Marshall sounded winded and dumbfounded. I enjoyed being able to give him that reaction. “I knew that it would be fun to lie out in the sun. The only problem is now I’m all full of oil. I think I need a shower.”
“How about that? Me too,” Marshall said.
We went into the bedroom and Marshall started the shower. It was a huge walk-in shower with jet streams that came out of the wall. There was also a little bench there. Marshall must have decided that it was his turn to take over. I wasn’t going to complain either. He grabbed the shampoo and gently started to massage it into my scalp, cleaning my hair and then rinsing the shampoo out of it. Then he took a loofah and some liquid body soap and began to clean my body, sitting me down on the bench while he did the front side.