"Stroke my ego a little," I said. Completely straight-faced, April reached over and pumped my spent cock. It roused under her touch, but after three extremely satisfying rounds that resembled my personal homerun orgasm derby, some recovery time was in order. "How long had it been for you?"
She chuckled, wincing, and said, "A little more than a year and a half."
I gathered her close and kissed her forehead. "You poor thing," I said.
"Save your pity," she said. "It was a self-imposed vow of chastity. One can't be hopping into bed with the locals one night and then delivering their granny's birthday cake or working their sciatic nerve the next morning."
"Does that mean you don't date all the men you find washed up on the beach?" I asked. "The surf can be pretty wicked out there. I can't be the only one eating sand."
"Actually, no," she said with a laugh. "I don't use the waves as a matchmaking service." She nuzzled her head against my chest, and I pulled the sheets up to her shoulders. "Present company excluded."
"It must've been an amusing sight, me wiping out," I said ruefully. "What's the Montauk equivalent of roadkill? Driftwood? Beached whale?"
"Would you stop it?" she asked, exasperated. "It wasn't that bad, Jordan. The worst part was getting blindsided by your board."
"She saw the whole sordid thing and still took me to bed," I mused.
April edged up on an elbow and met my eyes. "You know what I thought when I first saw you out there?" she asked. I shook my head. "I thoughtwho is that fuck-hot beast on the longboard? I had no idea who you were or where you'd come from, but I knew I wanted to do incredibly rude things to you."
Recovery time? I'd forgotten all about that shit.
"The truth comes out," I said, pinning her to the bed. With her legs hooked over my hips and her fingers clawing at my back, I rocked against her, my cock thick and heavy in her heat.
She smiled me, her eyes glittering. "It has a funny way of doing that," she whispered.
