“Can’t tell you how fucking amazing you look out here with your tits out for me. Every fucking fantasy I ever had.”
She laughed, making her breasts bounce. Her nipples were erect and I was finding it hard to take my eyes away from them. I wanted to paint them, paint her naked on the beach and then save it just for my eyes and no one else’s.
“You make me wet so easily. It’s embarrassing.” She had started to ride my fingers, her pussy getting wetter. Her hand was still on my dick, gripping it just enough to make me bite my lip occasionally.
“Jesus, Anya, that is not something you need to apologise for.” I pushed in another finger and heard her gasp. “You ready for me? I want inside you.”
She nodded, pushing her tits closer to me, needing release. Part of me wanted to make her come first, but the sight of her needy and close, wanting me to take her over the edge made me want to hold off, keep her there because it would be all the better in the end. I was also aware that anyone could walk past and when she was bouncing on my cock, it would be obvious what we were doing.
“Come here.” I lifted her onto me, hearing her groan as I had to remove my fingers from her cunt. She guided me inside her and sank straight down, her nipples tightening even more, her eyes wide. The dress covered us, but the movements couldn’t be hidden. I guided up and down, getting her to ride my cock, whispering to her how tight she was for me, how wet she was, how her pussy was the best I’d had and how I wanted to fuck her forever.
They were words, words that took her over the side into an orgasm that made her scream replace the one that had haunted me. Her muscles clenched around me, her fingernails digging in hard on my skin as she held on.
I came hard inside her, thrusting up deep and making her cry out my name again, aftershocks reverberating through her. And then we stilled, me still deep inside her, her skirts still hiding us and her tits exposed, chest heaving with her breath as she tried to catch it.
I pulled her into my chest as a dog ran behind her, not wanting anyone to see what was mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You keep telling me that.” She laughed into my t-shirt.
“Because you are.”
“You tell me lots of stuff when you’re fucking me.”
She liked the words, I could tell. Any dirty words made her wetter and I wanted to push that further, find out what else made her lose her mind and forget everything else except me.
“And I mean every word.” I knew exactly what I’d said and all of it was true. I’d known her days, fucked her more than twice and it wasn’t going to be enough. She was the realest, most tangible piece of life I’d found since Ryan had died and although I got that this was just for the summer I couldn’t see any further than that anyway.
Her arms went round my neck, breasts still pressed against me, cock still semi hard inside her.
“You make me feel like I’m more than just a body that functions. I know that sounds weird, but…”
“I get what you mean.” I pressed my mouth to hers. “I want to stay with you here all day, but there’s a dog running around that will have an owner somewhere.”
She laughed and pulled up the straps to her dress, tucking away her tits. “I should pack this up and head home for a shower. How do you want to get to the restaurant later?”
“How does boat sound? I can borrow one.”
“We have a couple that belong to the guesthouse, so we can take one of them. I can drive it too.” She gave me a wink, removing herself from my lap and reaching for the serviettes she’d thought to bring to clean herself up.
I smiled at her. “I feel bad.”
“Why?”
“The mess. You have to deal with it.”
She shook her head, grinning. “It doesn’t bother me. Or well, it doesn’t bother me yet. I’ve always used condoms before.”
“Really?” I kept my tone cool, although this news was something I was keen to hear. I’d think about it later.
“Really. My last boyfriend… you know, let’s not go into that. Just know that’s I’m clean and have an IUD fitted, so there shouldn’t be any surprises in nine months.” She stood up, packing the remainders of our late lunch.
I helped her, slipping in brief touches of her when I could. I wasn’t ready to let go yet. “Will you stay at mine tonight after?” This was right outside my usual way of playing. If I did second dates, if that’s what this was, or even second screws, I wasn’t generally asking a woman back to stay over, sounding like a needy nerd.
Ryan would be pissing his sides.
“I’d like that. Can I drop a bag off before we head out? It’ll save another walk of shame tomorrow if I’ve got a change of clothes.”
“Sure.” I stood there awkwardly, trying to remember how to play it cool. “I’m afraid my bed is still in the barn. I am working out what to do with the house though. Slowly.”
