The Man of Her Dreams

Magda put the paddle board into the sand and looked up at the man standing beside her. The sun was low in the sky, the beach long deserted and the last two surfers on the shore standing side by side after riding in their last wave of the day.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

Without further ado, he pulled her into his arms and dug his fingers into the thick knotted mess of wet hair draping over her shoulders. His mouth descended on hers and she inched as close to him as she could, her arms draping around his neck as his lips stole her breath. Soft and plush his lips slid across hers, tasting of the salt and sweat of the day in the water. He smelled of sunshine and his body cool to the touch.

Dropping to their knees, Ares continued kissing her, his lips locked to hers. Magda wondered how she could breathe as he licked, sucked, and dove his tongue through her parted lips to the sweet recess of her mouth. Her fingers caressed the nape of his neck as she stroked the soft tendrils of his damp hair. She moaned a protest as he tore his mouth away and began trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw, peppering her neck and collar with sucking heat.

“Ares,” she sighed as his hands pulled her bikini top downward, exposing her nipples to the cool evening ocean air. His mouth settled on one dusky peak, sucking deeply into his mouth and her back arched high as she clasped his head to her breast. “God yes.”

Chuckling at her exuberance, his breath was hot against her puckered skin and she revelled in the attention he was paying to her body. Sucking hard and deep on her flesh, his fingers were weaving their way over her flat stomach and then trailing lower, over the thin nylon of her bikini bottoms, his knuckles dragging over the rounded mound of her flesh. She shuddered as his palm cupped her, his finger stroking her through the material whilst he suckled her.

She cried his name again as he continued his teasing of her body, his lips moving from one breast to the other, paying them equal amounts of attention before sliding his lips through her cleavage and along the narrow span of her belly. Twirling his tongue over her navel, she shivered backwards into the sand, the grains rubbing deliciously against her back.

Her body was on fire now as he breathed on her through the flimsy material while his fingers expertly untied the knots of the strings on her hips. His lips brushed against her bare skin, goosebumps rising as she was exposed to the elements of the now darkening sky.

Crashing of the surf filled her ears as Ares blew puffs of air along her skin, his fingers trailing dangerous paths of sensation as he nestled between her thighs. His blue eyes vibrant and bright as he held her gaze while drawing his tongue up in one movement between her folds. She gasped at the brazen move, unable to tear her eyes away from his searing stare. Like pinpoints of starlight they beckoned her to be as wild and wanton as he dared her to be. She lifted her leg, sliding her heel over his shoulder and along his back and his tongue speared her deeply, twirling in her core before slicking dew up her middle to the prize he wanted most. Using his fingers and never breaking eye contact, he pulled her apart to expose her nub to the nighttime air and ran his thumb over it gently.

She bucked hard as his lips closed in on the hardening bud and she gripped his hair tight in her fingers, holding him to her as he set a punishing goal of sucking the orgasm right out of her body. She was writhing and bending as his lips and tongue worked their magic, sliding in and out of her, along her crease and then she yipped as his fingers joined the fray.

Long fingers as sturdy as steel rods plunged in and out of her while he continued to eat her pussy like a starved man. Her moans were breathy and loud and when her orgasm hit her, it crashed over like the waves slamming on the shore not a few feet from where they lay.

“Ares,” she moaned again as he drank of her, the juices sluicing from her body into his open mouth.

Then he was moving above her again, sliding his body up the length of her, her hands reaching and grabbing to touch every inch of his exposed skin. His swim trunks were long gone and she had no idea when he’d kicked them off but there was no longer an inch of her skin not covered by Ares Winter’s bare body and she was basking in his attention as he kissed her mouth.

She could taste herself on his lips. Tangy and musky, her scent was between them as he traced her teeth with his tongue.

“Magda, I need inside you now.”

“God yes,” she curved her spine towards him, lifting her hips upwards and curling her heels around his thighs.

“I don’t want to hurt you, gorgeous.” His words were hot, mixed with her breath, his lips almost touching hers while he adjusted himself between her legs.

“You won’t. Hurry, please. I need more.” She wasn’t beneath begging. “Ares, please, fill me up.”

He groaned, his elbows on either side of her head, digging into the soft sand beneath them as he moved to sheathe himself in her blistering heat. A moment of feeling a twinge too tight and then everything felt perfect as he settled deep inside her, unmoving, staying perfectly still.

“Please,” she cried out again.

“I need a minute,” he chuckled against her mouth, “you’re so damn tight and it feels too good.”

“Oh,” she blushed as her impatience made her wriggle and his groan of appreciation at her movements made her bold. Pressing upwards and rotating her hips she felt powerful when he threatened again to explode deep inside her.

Then he was moving, taking control as his body acclimated to the squeezing of her body. He pulled out and then slammed back into her and she cried out in surprise. Fucking her now in earnest, he began pounding away at her body, thrusting her upwards. The sand scratched her flesh and bit into her bottom but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the feel of this man claiming her as his and thrusting into her with the wild abandon he was displaying.

She met his gaze as his body pushed and pulled the way the tide ebbed and flowed near their feet. His body taut and rigid as he stroked himself deep into her.

“I want you to come again, Magda. I want to feel your orgasm all over my cock,” his filthy mouth was doing the impossible to her and her second orgasm beckoned. She dug her feet into his ass, as if willing him to push harder into her and then he rocked her hard, while she shattered, her screams of pleasure echoing over their heads.

He rolled to his back, not removing himself from her, “ride me.”

She gyrated her hips as she settled into the even fuller sensation of him. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them as she rose and fell on his hardened rod.

“Like a sea nymph,” he uttered to her.

Her arms stretched upwards as she threw herself into the exercise of chasing her next high, rotating her hips, matching him thrust for thrust, enthralled with the way he touched her body. He played her like a well tuned fiddle, strumming every noise he could elicit from her.

His stamina was impressive she considered. His abdomen rock hard and outlined with a six pack of muscles which could have made every surfer they encountered today jealous. His body was lean and lithe and she ran her hands possessively over it. It was all hers. She rubbed his chest, palming his nipples. Sand and shells abrasive on their skin and like her, it appeared he enjoyed the sensation of the surroundings being part of their lovemaking. He was her perfect match in tempo and life.

“I love you,” he uttered as he started thrusting in earnest, his face contorting as he struggled to control his orgasm.

His words struck her but then he was speaking again and she focused on the frustration he uttered.

 “No condom,” he complained as if suddenly realizing they’d been having sex without any protection on the beach. “Can’t come without the condom.”

She hopped off and slid her body down, perched between his knees and drew him deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue along his circumcised head and let him pummel her throat, his hands fisted in her hair as he used her mouth the way he’d used her body. She was sure her palate would be bruised by the angle and the way he was pounding into her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged and sputtered on his thick shaft.

Then he drew still as he reached his peak, hot thick fluid filling her mouth and down her throat as she gulped him down, mouthful after mouthful. After one last long lick he pulled her roughly up into his arms, rolling her onto his back and covering her again with his body.

“I love you.” He whispered staring into her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered back and then frowned. Did she love him? She’d only just met him. Not even a few days ago.  She couldn’t love him already. Nobody fell in love that fast. It wasn’t real. None of it was real. He was using her for the program, right?

She pushed on his chest and sent him stumbling backwards and frowned. What the hell was she doing? She was having sex near the ocean on a public beach. As she looked around frantically there was no sign of her surfboard and her bikini was long gone. She looked back towards the water and noted the tide was really coming in now. They would be stranded if they didn’t leave.

She turned to face him but he had his back to her. “Where are we exactly?” She started to look around some more and when she turned back to him, he was gone. “Ares?”

Wetness appeared on her cheeks and she touched them curiously. “Stop it Jinx. You can’t lick me so early in the morning.”

Jinx? She looked around and noted the night sky of the beach was turning into morning sunrise and she whimpered as the fog of her sleep melted away revealing the cold reality of it all being simply a dream. As she surfaced from her sleep, she pushed Jinx’s face away from hers and pressed her thighs together tightly.

Her panties were drenched, wetter than they had ever been and she was a hundred percent certain the orgasms she’d had in her dreams she’d had in real life. Her body was sweaty and damp while her sheets were twisted and tangled all around her. She sat up in a panic and listened for any sounds in the house. If her friends had heard even a fraction of what she’d been dreaming, they would be mocking her for decades to come. Silence.

“Oh thank freaking god,” she gasped for breath as she flung herself back into the pillows and stroked the fur of the dog curled up next to her. Usually, Jinx slept with Darya but the woman had been so out of sorts lately even her dog was avoiding her. She closed her eyes with the humiliation and realization this for the fourth night in a row, she’d had stupidly sexy dreams of Ares Winter.

It hadn’t hurt when on Friday, two days after they’d made the presentation in his boardroom, he’d sent a formal offer of two point four billion dollars for their program. Her dream Friday night had been about them having sex in a bed full of hundred-dollar bills.

She looked at the clock on her phone and groaned. It wasn’t even midnight on Saturday night. She’d barely been in bed for an hour. She sat up in the bed, sighed dramatically and made her way to the bathroom, not liking even a bit, the sensation of the dampness between her legs.

She needed Ares Winter out of her head and fast.