Jacey peered through her camera lens, setting up just the right shot of the sun setting over the Mediterranean. It had been her parents` idea to send her to Greece for the summer, but she was starting to think it wasn`t such a bad way to spend three months after all. Her love for photography had carried her through many dark times already and having to live with her crazy uncle in a foreign country would be no exception. The breeze off the water was amazing, blowing her long auburn hair all around her newly tanned shoulders. The shot was just about right, just one little adjustmentÂ…
Hello.
A man stepped in front of her, blocking her camera and her perfect shot. She glanced up, ready to tell whoever it was to take a hike in her best imitation of Greek, when she saw that he was beautiful. Her mouth dropped open before she could catch it. He smiled at her, all bronzed skin and white teeth.
Sorry, did I interrupt your picture? he asked in perfect English. He
was British. She realized she had been holding her breath. No, no it`s
fine. There will be other sunsets I suppose. Jacey looked at him and
now had the pleasure of knowing he was staring at her, almost staring
through her. I`m David, he held out his hand to her. Jacey. She
took his hand. She nearly jumped as she felt a jolt where his skin
touched hers. It was like nothing she had ever felt. She tilted her
head back to gaze up at him, taking him in. He was easily almost six
feet tall, blonde hair that curled around his face and blue eyes that
looked like they belonged on an angel. He still held her hand in his.
Would you like to get a drink? he asked her. Yes, was all she could
manage. She felt like her tongue was glued to the top of her mouth. She
had never been this nervous around a guy before, ever. What was her
problem? He led her across the beach to an open-air cafe. She sat down
and he went up to the bar to order for them. As they sat watching the
sunset, they talked and got to know each other. Jacey relaxed a little,
even started to feel comfortable. There was something so compelling
about him. She told him where she was from and how she had just
graduated from a staunch catholic school. She related a few girls`
school anecdotes to him that made him throw back his head and laugh.
David told her he was from England and that he was a soccer player. He
had taken some time to travel lately to find clear his head. He had
split with his wife and needed a break. He stared at her intently as he
said this. It was a while before it dawned on Jacey just who he was.
David Beckham. She was having drinks with David Beckham. No wonder she
thought he was so beautiful. She had seen pictures of him, of course.
But none of them did him justice. The sun went down and the two of them
talked and laughed into the night. It seemed like the briefest flash of
time had passed when the bartender came to tell them they were closing
for the evening. David took Jacey`s hand and led her onto the beach.
They walked in the darkness, holding hands, stealing glances at each
other. The moon shone overhead, full and bright. Jacey looked up at it,
then back at him. As she did this, he dipped his head and caught her
lips in a long, lingering kiss. Jacey felt like her knees were going to
give out beneath her; she grabbed onto him to keep from falling. David
pulled back and looked at her. He ran his fingers through her hair,
tucking a wayward strand behind her ear. Jacey`s body started to tingle
all over as she watched him watching her. She reached up to grab his
head and pulled him to her, initiating a desperate and passionate kiss.
She felt his lips like they were fire. His tongue ran along her lips
and she parted them. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, exploring
every inch. She moaned with pleasure. His hands ran up and down her
back as the kiss deepened. Jacey felt herself falling and realized
David had laid her in the sand. He was on top of her, his body heavy on
hers. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, down to her shoulder.
He tugged her shirt down to reveal her breasts, and ravaged them with
his tongue. Jacey was writhing on the ground, the sensations flooding
every inch of her body. She pulled at his shirt, ripping it off. She
wanted him and she wanted him now. His chest was hard beneath her
hands, taut with muscle and tan from the sun. She ran her nails down
his chest, slowly, caressing him. She heard him moan above her. He
kissed her again, hard and bruising, as her hands continued their
exploration. She found her way to his waist, dipping her hands inside
his pants ever so slightly, teasing him. She moved out from under him
and rolled him over on his back, straddling him. She kissed him now,
running her tongue along his ear lobe, down his neck. She flicked at
his nipples with her tongue, nipped at them with her teeth. His hands
were tangled in her hair. She continued to move her tongue downward to
his belly button, to the waistband of his pantsÂ….She looked up at him,
saw the silent plea in his stormy eyes. She pulled his pants down and
continued exploring with her tongue. Down his stomach to his thigh,
running her hands up and down his chest, his legs. His cock was so hard
she couldn`t wait to have him. But she waited, still teasing him. She
took him in her hands and he groaned, watching her. She put her mouth
almost on it and pulled back. She did this repeatedly, closer every
time. He could feel her breath on his dick and wanted her to taste him
so badly he thought he would die. Finally and without warning, she took
him full length into her mouth. He screamed out loud. She sucked him
with her mouth, using her hands to stroke his balls. David had never
felt anything like it. Never wanted her to stop. Yet he knew it would
end soon if this kept up. He stopped her and once again, had her
beneath him. He pulled her skirt off, threw it to the side. He ran his
hands down her soft, supple skin, teasing her now. Toying with her
inner thighs, wanting her to beg him. Touch me, she said. Please,
please, touch me! Just then he shoved his fingers into her pussy and
found she was dripping wet. Her body buckled in ecstasy as he worked
them in and out. He toyed with her clit, watching her shudder, wanting
her to come. She opened her eyes long enough to show him how much she
wanted him, long enough for him to see the passion inside of her. Fuck
me, she said in almost a whisper. Please, god, fuck me. He leaned
down to whisper in her ear. Do you want me inside of you? he asked
her as he continued caressing her with his fingers. Yes! she
breathed. Tell me, he told her. I want you inside me. I want you
inside me so badly. It was almost a whimper now. He loomed over her,
looking down at this goddess in the sand, and as their eyes met, he
shoved himself inside of her so deeply she thought she was going to
break in two from the pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as he
thrust in and out of her, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Jacey
cried out over and over as he fucked her. She couldn`t think, couldn`t
breathe. He was all she knew. He filled her and she begged for more.
Harder and harder, faster and faster. She couldn`t get enough. Finally,
she felt herself coming, the warmth spreading from her belly to the
tips of her fingers. She cried out again as she shook and David held on
to her as he poured himself inside of her, taking them both over the
edge. They lay together for what seemed like hours on the sandy beach.
The wind tickled their bare skin and the salt from the ocean breeze
tangled in their hair. Still neither of them moved. Jacey curled
herself in his arms, wondering to herself that she had never been a
soccer fan but thinking that maybe she should start.
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