Chanel and Ethan
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I wake up feeling surprisingly good. After last night I thought for sure I'd be out of commission for just about anything, but when Ethan and I get to the hotel gym, I feel great. I still can't believe he tied me up. I had never been tied up before, but I really liked it. He is so ridiculous, and dominant, and gorgeous. But mostly ridiculous...and I really like that, too.
I frequently catch him watching me as we train. When he helped me with core exercises, I really thought he might try to fuck me again, in the middle of the gym. That seems like something he's capable of. When the hour is up though, I remember I have no idea what he has planned after this.
We take a quick shower back in our room, and when I get out, my phone rings. It's Tawni inviting us to breakfast with her and Tommy.
"Just her and Tommy?" Ethan asks, and I can't stop the smile that spreads on my face.
"Is it just you and Tommy?" I ask into the phone.
"Yeah, we're trying to get away from everyone here," Tawni says, and I suddenly remember her talking to me last night about all her friend's drama.
"Yeah, just them," I say to Ethan.
"Do you want to?" he asks.
"If it doesn't interfere with your plans, sure," I shrug.
"Is she with Tommy right now?" She answers yes, and Ethan asks me to ask her to put him on the phone. He stands from the couch and takes my phone when Tommy's on the line.
"I'll be right back. Put a swimming suit on," Ethan says, and kisses the side of my head. I stare at his muscular back above his black shorts as he walks out to the balcony and shuts the doors. Why he needs privacy for their conversation makes me curious, but I do what he says and drop my towel. I find the other white bikini Ethan purchased for me, and tie it on my body, then Ethan returns declaring Tawni and Tommy will be joining us today. After I slide on little jean shorts and a muscle tank top over my swimsuit, he makes me pack anything I might need for the day. The moment he puts on a dark gray t-shirt covering his perfect chest, I want to take it off of him, but refrain. I'm sure there will be time for that later.
By 9:15, Ethan and I meet Tawni and Tommy for breakfast. Tawni gives me a tight hug when she sees me, which I return, she's so sweet. Ethan and Tommy are already talking away while we sit, waiting for our food.
"Matt says hi," Tawni says, smiling mischievously at me. Ethan immediately stops talking, looking right at Tawni.
"What did you just say?" Ethan asks, a smile on his face, and Tawni laughs.
"I saw what happened right before you guys said goodbye to me last night," she says, so clearly entertained. Ethan laughs too, and I can't help but smile. It is pretty funny.
"He's fucking persistent isn't he?" Ethan asks.
"Matt's never been one to take a hint," Tommy says in his adorable Australian accent.
"Yeah, don't let him bother you. You guys are cute together," Tawni compliments, and Ethan smiles at her, and then looks at me. The way his face is lit up makes my stomach unleash a flood of butterflies, and I chew on my lip. I shouldn't like that so much... but I do.
We finish our food and it's established on the way to... wherever we're going, that Tawni knows as much as I do about today's plans. Tommy, however, is in on the secret. I really don't care though. As long as I'm with Ethan, I'm having fun. By noon we end up on a nearby island, rent a Jeep, and stop at a water sports shop.
"We need to rent boards," Ethan says, looking down at me. He's taking me surfing. I smile a wrap my arms around his chest, hugging him. He laughs and hugs me back. Before we left for Puerto Rico, I told him how badly I wanted to surf again. It's been almost five years, and I'm fucking stoked.
We pick our boards, strap them to the Jeep, and cruise until we find Navio beach. We definitely needed the four wheel drive. There's not a cloud in the sky, the temperature a perfect 72, and the water is lapping at the powder white sand. The wind is hitting the coves just right, the waves picture perfect, ready to be ridden. Now I know why Ethan wanted us to work out this morning; to prepare us for the surf.
There's not too many people here, but they're all around our age, and they're almost all surfing, too. We pick a spot near the lush vegetation and set down our shit. I strip down to my bikini, watching Ethan rid himself of his shirt, and we all start waxing our boards, talking about other places we've surfed. Apparently Tawni and Tommy have been surfing a lot back in Australia. Tommy's the only one of us with a shortboard, and I'm curious to see how pro he really is. Ethan went last year with Robert back in California.
"I like that on you," Ethan says when we're finished, eyeing the pure white rash guard clinging to my torso and arms like a second skin. The one he bought me just for this trip. I grab my long hair and start piling it on my head, smiling at him.
"Thank you, I like yours," I say as he slips on his own, long sleeved, black, complimenting his muscular chest, shoulders and arms. He smiles his 'I know I'm cute' smile, and bends down to kiss me. My fingers tie up my messy bun, then grab his face to kiss him back. He moves his mouth with mine, his hand holding me at my lower back. I lightly lick his top lip on my last pull, and he smiles.
"Come on, let's go see how hardcore you really are," he says, and I laugh.
"More hardcore than you."
"We're about to find out," he retorts, and we grab our boards. Tawni comes next to me carrying her own funboard, and we gush like girls about how awesome the beach is.
When we're paddling the outskirts of the waves, it really hits me that we're here, surfing. Then I look to Ethan next to me and smile, because none of this would have been possible without him. He knew I would love this, and he smiles back. Sitting upright on our boards, we wait for a wave, and when one starts to break close to us, Tommy catches it first. Damn is he graceful. I'm sure I won't look like that on my board, but when I finally do catch one, it's on.
My toes an inch from the back, I paddle into the potential wave. Looking over my shoulder, I see it climbing higher, so I push faster. When I feel it snag my board, pushing me, I grip the rails and pop myself up. Keeping my knees bent, I maintain my balance, and I'm flying. There's no other feeling in the world like riding a wave. The wind in my face, a wall of water at my left, curving around, trying to consume me. I bend my knees a little further, trying to steer the board, then dip my fingers into the curling wall, the cool water rushing past me. I see the wave about to connect at the end and poise myself for maximum speed. I make it out right before it can swallow me, then glide along the flattening water.
"WOO!" I scream, and can see my friends in the distance cheering for me before I lean back and drop into the water, my ankle strap still attached to my board. God, I feel alive, free, invincible. I want to go again, so I do. The hours burn with the daylight, and we surf our fucking faces off. Ethan's really good, too, I'm impressed, and also kind of turned on. Eventually he and I ditch our boards and shirts, setting out to walk the beach. We round a cove finding a private little beach, and the moment we're out of view, Ethan reaches for me.
"Come here," he says, wrapping his arms around me. I grab his biceps, looking up at him. "You are..." Ethan starts, shaking his head.
"I'm what?"
"Crazy," he says, and I laugh.
"What compels you to call me crazy?"
"The fact that you're crazy."
"You like it," I joke.
"I might," Ethan says, and picks me up like nothing. He starts walking, putting his mouth to my ear. "What are you doing to me?" he asks, walking into the water.
"What do you mean?" I ask when we're waist deep, my legs wrapped around him.
"I think you're making me crazy right along with you," he says, and kisses me. Ethan sure has a cute way of trying to tell me how he feels. I kiss him back and gently thrust my cunt against his stomach, the ocean water licking at our skin. His arms get tighter around me, his chest pressing against mine as the water comes up to my shoulders. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, using the heels of my feet to push him closer. The ocean, the clean air and the buttery sunshine are intoxicating. Watching Ethan surf, capable and competent, and now being intimate with him is enough to flip my switch.
"I want you," I say sweetly, and he grins that cocky smile, the one reserved just for times like this; me telling him I want more.
"You're insatiable."
"Would you rather I want someone else?" I ask, and he looks at me like I'm stupid.
"No," he says firmly, grabs my head and kisses me. His obvious disinterest at the idea makes me happy. Sometimes I feel naughty when I start to think about how much I truly adore Ethan. Like I shouldn't like him this much, not yet. I'm not doodling hearts around his last name or anything, but he's definitely the only guy I'm seeing, public or not, and I don't want to change that. I just want to keep doing what we're doing. I want him. To show my certainty, I reach down between us and grab his dick outside of his shorts. I feel his forearm come around my lower back, and I know what his next move will be. I open my thighs father, and his free hand comes to my front. Hidden in the water, Ethan's thumb presses against my pussy and I swallow hard.
I wrap my left arm around his neck while I squeeze his thick cock, the small waves crashing into our bodies. God, I love how he feels, so substantial beneath my hands, yet his tanned skin soft. When he makes contact with my clit, I tighten at the sudden pressure, kissing him hard.
"Ahhh," I coo when Ethan starts a rhythm against my hood. I know we're still outside, but all I can concentrate on is our hands on each other. My hips start to move, and he welcomes it.
"Fuck," I whisper, my forehead on his. Ethan’s labored breathing drives me further. Now this is crazy. I guess we're good at being crazy together. His thumb hooks around the fabric and pushes up, underneath my clit, and I gasp. He rubs me carefully with skill I only know him capable of.
"Holy shit," I pant and grab him harder, trying to stroke him. The tightening feeling is spreading through my body as I push my center closer to his hand. The moment it starts feeling really good, someone calls out to us.
"Hey," Tommy calls from the rocks back on the beach. Our heads both snap in his direction. "You guys ready? The ferry will be here in about an hour," he asks, appearing not to have noticed our moment. Either way, I lost my momentum, and I pull back.
"Yeah, we're coming," Ethan says, but keeps his hands on my waist, leading me out of the deeper water. Tommy disappears, and Ethan smiles at me as we walk onto the shore.
"Fucking Tommy," he mumbles, and I laugh.
I frequently catch him watching me as we train. When he helped me with core exercises, I really thought he might try to fuck me again, in the middle of the gym. That seems like something he's capable of. When the hour is up though, I remember I have no idea what he has planned after this.
We take a quick shower back in our room, and when I get out, my phone rings. It's Tawni inviting us to breakfast with her and Tommy.
"Just her and Tommy?" Ethan asks, and I can't stop the smile that spreads on my face.
"Is it just you and Tommy?" I ask into the phone.
"Yeah, we're trying to get away from everyone here," Tawni says, and I suddenly remember her talking to me last night about all her friend's drama.
"Yeah, just them," I say to Ethan.
"Do you want to?" he asks.
"If it doesn't interfere with your plans, sure," I shrug.
"Is she with Tommy right now?" She answers yes, and Ethan asks me to ask her to put him on the phone. He stands from the couch and takes my phone when Tommy's on the line.
"I'll be right back. Put a swimming suit on," Ethan says, and kisses the side of my head. I stare at his muscular back above his black shorts as he walks out to the balcony and shuts the doors. Why he needs privacy for their conversation makes me curious, but I do what he says and drop my towel. I find the other white bikini Ethan purchased for me, and tie it on my body, then Ethan returns declaring Tawni and Tommy will be joining us today. After I slide on little jean shorts and a muscle tank top over my swimsuit, he makes me pack anything I might need for the day. The moment he puts on a dark gray t-shirt covering his perfect chest, I want to take it off of him, but refrain. I'm sure there will be time for that later.
By 9:15, Ethan and I meet Tawni and Tommy for breakfast. Tawni gives me a tight hug when she sees me, which I return, she's so sweet. Ethan and Tommy are already talking away while we sit, waiting for our food.
"Matt says hi," Tawni says, smiling mischievously at me. Ethan immediately stops talking, looking right at Tawni.
"What did you just say?" Ethan asks, a smile on his face, and Tawni laughs.
"I saw what happened right before you guys said goodbye to me last night," she says, so clearly entertained. Ethan laughs too, and I can't help but smile. It is pretty funny.
"He's fucking persistent isn't he?" Ethan asks.
"Matt's never been one to take a hint," Tommy says in his adorable Australian accent.
"Yeah, don't let him bother you. You guys are cute together," Tawni compliments, and Ethan smiles at her, and then looks at me. The way his face is lit up makes my stomach unleash a flood of butterflies, and I chew on my lip. I shouldn't like that so much... but I do.
We finish our food and it's established on the way to... wherever we're going, that Tawni knows as much as I do about today's plans. Tommy, however, is in on the secret. I really don't care though. As long as I'm with Ethan, I'm having fun. By noon we end up on a nearby island, rent a Jeep, and stop at a water sports shop.
"We need to rent boards," Ethan says, looking down at me. He's taking me surfing. I smile a wrap my arms around his chest, hugging him. He laughs and hugs me back. Before we left for Puerto Rico, I told him how badly I wanted to surf again. It's been almost five years, and I'm fucking stoked.
We pick our boards, strap them to the Jeep, and cruise until we find Navio beach. We definitely needed the four wheel drive. There's not a cloud in the sky, the temperature a perfect 72, and the water is lapping at the powder white sand. The wind is hitting the coves just right, the waves picture perfect, ready to be ridden. Now I know why Ethan wanted us to work out this morning; to prepare us for the surf.
There's not too many people here, but they're all around our age, and they're almost all surfing, too. We pick a spot near the lush vegetation and set down our shit. I strip down to my bikini, watching Ethan rid himself of his shirt, and we all start waxing our boards, talking about other places we've surfed. Apparently Tawni and Tommy have been surfing a lot back in Australia. Tommy's the only one of us with a shortboard, and I'm curious to see how pro he really is. Ethan went last year with Robert back in California.
"I like that on you," Ethan says when we're finished, eyeing the pure white rash guard clinging to my torso and arms like a second skin. The one he bought me just for this trip. I grab my long hair and start piling it on my head, smiling at him.
"Thank you, I like yours," I say as he slips on his own, long sleeved, black, complimenting his muscular chest, shoulders and arms. He smiles his 'I know I'm cute' smile, and bends down to kiss me. My fingers tie up my messy bun, then grab his face to kiss him back. He moves his mouth with mine, his hand holding me at my lower back. I lightly lick his top lip on my last pull, and he smiles.
"Come on, let's go see how hardcore you really are," he says, and I laugh.
"More hardcore than you."
"We're about to find out," he retorts, and we grab our boards. Tawni comes next to me carrying her own funboard, and we gush like girls about how awesome the beach is.
When we're paddling the outskirts of the waves, it really hits me that we're here, surfing. Then I look to Ethan next to me and smile, because none of this would have been possible without him. He knew I would love this, and he smiles back. Sitting upright on our boards, we wait for a wave, and when one starts to break close to us, Tommy catches it first. Damn is he graceful. I'm sure I won't look like that on my board, but when I finally do catch one, it's on.
My toes an inch from the back, I paddle into the potential wave. Looking over my shoulder, I see it climbing higher, so I push faster. When I feel it snag my board, pushing me, I grip the rails and pop myself up. Keeping my knees bent, I maintain my balance, and I'm flying. There's no other feeling in the world like riding a wave. The wind in my face, a wall of water at my left, curving around, trying to consume me. I bend my knees a little further, trying to steer the board, then dip my fingers into the curling wall, the cool water rushing past me. I see the wave about to connect at the end and poise myself for maximum speed. I make it out right before it can swallow me, then glide along the flattening water.
"WOO!" I scream, and can see my friends in the distance cheering for me before I lean back and drop into the water, my ankle strap still attached to my board. God, I feel alive, free, invincible. I want to go again, so I do. The hours burn with the daylight, and we surf our fucking faces off. Ethan's really good, too, I'm impressed, and also kind of turned on. Eventually he and I ditch our boards and shirts, setting out to walk the beach. We round a cove finding a private little beach, and the moment we're out of view, Ethan reaches for me.
"Come here," he says, wrapping his arms around me. I grab his biceps, looking up at him. "You are..." Ethan starts, shaking his head.
"I'm what?"
"Crazy," he says, and I laugh.
"What compels you to call me crazy?"
"The fact that you're crazy."
"You like it," I joke.
"I might," Ethan says, and picks me up like nothing. He starts walking, putting his mouth to my ear. "What are you doing to me?" he asks, walking into the water.
"What do you mean?" I ask when we're waist deep, my legs wrapped around him.
"I think you're making me crazy right along with you," he says, and kisses me. Ethan sure has a cute way of trying to tell me how he feels. I kiss him back and gently thrust my cunt against his stomach, the ocean water licking at our skin. His arms get tighter around me, his chest pressing against mine as the water comes up to my shoulders. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, using the heels of my feet to push him closer. The ocean, the clean air and the buttery sunshine are intoxicating. Watching Ethan surf, capable and competent, and now being intimate with him is enough to flip my switch.
"I want you," I say sweetly, and he grins that cocky smile, the one reserved just for times like this; me telling him I want more.
"You're insatiable."
"Would you rather I want someone else?" I ask, and he looks at me like I'm stupid.
"No," he says firmly, grabs my head and kisses me. His obvious disinterest at the idea makes me happy. Sometimes I feel naughty when I start to think about how much I truly adore Ethan. Like I shouldn't like him this much, not yet. I'm not doodling hearts around his last name or anything, but he's definitely the only guy I'm seeing, public or not, and I don't want to change that. I just want to keep doing what we're doing. I want him. To show my certainty, I reach down between us and grab his dick outside of his shorts. I feel his forearm come around my lower back, and I know what his next move will be. I open my thighs father, and his free hand comes to my front. Hidden in the water, Ethan's thumb presses against my pussy and I swallow hard.
I wrap my left arm around his neck while I squeeze his thick cock, the small waves crashing into our bodies. God, I love how he feels, so substantial beneath my hands, yet his tanned skin soft. When he makes contact with my clit, I tighten at the sudden pressure, kissing him hard.
"Ahhh," I coo when Ethan starts a rhythm against my hood. I know we're still outside, but all I can concentrate on is our hands on each other. My hips start to move, and he welcomes it.
"Fuck," I whisper, my forehead on his. Ethan’s labored breathing drives me further. Now this is crazy. I guess we're good at being crazy together. His thumb hooks around the fabric and pushes up, underneath my clit, and I gasp. He rubs me carefully with skill I only know him capable of.
"Holy shit," I pant and grab him harder, trying to stroke him. The tightening feeling is spreading through my body as I push my center closer to his hand. The moment it starts feeling really good, someone calls out to us.
"Hey," Tommy calls from the rocks back on the beach. Our heads both snap in his direction. "You guys ready? The ferry will be here in about an hour," he asks, appearing not to have noticed our moment. Either way, I lost my momentum, and I pull back.
"Yeah, we're coming," Ethan says, but keeps his hands on my waist, leading me out of the deeper water. Tommy disappears, and Ethan smiles at me as we walk onto the shore.
"Fucking Tommy," he mumbles, and I laugh.
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