“Get nakeder, then.”
The air is warm even though the night has fallen, and the sand under our feet still bears the lingering heat of the sun. We navigate solely from the blue glow of the moon, which shines above the ocean, its distorted reflection stretched on the lazy surface. It seems there’s no one around for miles, and aside from a few nocturnal animals singing the song of their people and the waves rolling onto the beach, it’s perfectly silent.
We parked our rental about a hundred yards away and then rushed to where we are now, impatient to get this over with. We made sure this beach wasn’t popular enough to still have visitors so late in the day.
I kick my flip-flops off while I lower my shorts, and as I come back up perfectly naked, he pulls me into his solid embrace. When I sense that he’s going to lay me on the sand, I protest. “Jake, no! The comforter.”
He groans in disapproval but doesn’t complain, taking the thick blanket we prepared for this out of the bag. I help him, and in no time, we have created a little nest for us to carry on.
Jake doesn’t wait to lift me into his arms and lower me onto it, his haste making me squeal with a mix of enthusiasm and panic. I still haven’t recovered from being literally swept off my feet when he lowers onto me to press his lips at the base of my throat.
We’re still obsessed with one another, still loving sex together as much as when we first started.
Delighted sighs pour out of me as he lays pecks all over my skin, nipping the perky tips of my breasts when he encounters them, steadfast toward his destination. When, finally, his mouth settles over my intimacy, I entwine my fingers in his soft, dark hair and brace myself for what’s coming. Somehow, he’s gotten even better than he already was, and I’ll never get over how good it is to have his tongue flicking on my clit.
“Hmm, baby… Yes,” I moan, already sensing the shivers spreading under my skin. I arch my back and spread my knees wider.
We usually enjoy taking our time, but this is a special occasion. Since we’re both impatient to get it over with, there will be no delayed gratification or teasing. We’re going to fuck hard and fast—we’ll reconvene later for a softer round.
Still, I don’t expect it when he shoves two fingers inside me to assist the perfect pace and pressure of his tongue. The wet noises of them pumping in and out join the other ones, and I look down at his dashing face between my legs. His eyes are already on me as he eats me out, and despite the darkness, I can guess at their intensity. The pleasure steadily builds in my core, and even though the moment is nothing but carnal, a surge of tenderness takes over me.
I graze the side of his face and moan, “I love you so much. Oh, God!”
My head falls back when he curls his fingers, hitting my front wall right where it feels so damn good. The entirety of my body is as tense as a bow. I’m about to explode.
Until his tongue and fingers retreat at once.
The unexpected change leaves me disoriented and frustrated. “I was so close,” I whine with discontentment.
“I know. You started spasming.”
He doesn’t look sorry for me as he arranges his broad body on top of me. My legs spread wider to allow for his hips to meet mine, and with a hand between us, he aligns himself with my greedy entrance. I get no warning before he plunges into me, stretching me with his imposing girth and piercings.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “Best fucking cunt ever. I swear to God.”
Like a man on a mission, he doesn’t allow me any time to get used to it. He pulls back, the piercings dragging along my insides, and then rams into me. I’m as eager as he is, my hands gripping his round ass to invite him deeper, silently begging him to go harder. Even if the pace is rough, he remains loving in his own way.
“You feel so good,” I moan, seeking his lips.
We kiss in a messy way, with too much tongue and teeth to call it perfect, but neither of us cares. I don’t want him to slow the intense ramming of his dick inside me, so this will do.
He knows exactly what to do, and with every shove, the base of him slaps onto my clit. I won’t even need to send a hand between us to make myself come. He, however, might need a little help to get there as quickly as I will. Never breaking our kiss, I squeeze my intimate muscles around him and reach for his pierced nipple at the same time. When I twist it just as he likes, he lets out a rough, “Ah, fuck!”
My proud smile comes in the way of our kiss, so I pull away and admire the perfection of him instead. He looks so good in the moon’s glow, with his tattoos darkening his skin, the defined muscles of his arms protruding from the effort, his powerful shoulders bathed in dim blue light… This man is mine, for now and forever, and I’ll never get over my luck.
Out of all the women he could have had, he choseme. This gentle soul with the body of an inked Greek god, the mouth of a sailor, and the patience of a saint, chose me. And despite our differences, despite how far apart our worlds were when we met, we’re beyond perfect together.
“I love you,” I whimper, framing his face with my hands and pulling him down.
Because I’m getting dangerously close, I squeeze around him again, desirous to reach the finish line together. Which we do.
The merciless pace he settled on brings us to our climax in under three minutes. We shatter together with a roar and a helpless cry, trembling and arching in the dead of the night. His hips slam into mine in small but adamant punches, and I feel his pleasure shoot deep inside me. There’s so much of it that it starts pouring out from around the base of him before he’s even done.
I don’t understand why I love it so much when he comes inside me like this. Maybe it’s because I know that one day, he’ll put a child in me, and while it’s a little early for that, I look forward to it. It’s amusing that, eventually, something as dirty as the raw fuck we just had will lead to the most precious little being.
The bliss of my orgasm and the thought of our future together make me smile like an idiot. But it’s fine because he can’t see me with his face tucked in the curve of my neck. Only the stars and the moon witness my euphoria.
His weight on me slowly increases, but I don’t mind. That’s something I love too, sucking the life out of him. My worries that I might be boring in bed are long gone, and I have absolutely no doubt that I’m the best lay he’ll ever have.
