Her eyes are lust-darkened pools when she nods.
My cock is an iron bar when I grasp it, rubbing a few times through her wetness. She jumps when I tap it against her clit and I laugh darkly. I reach down to slide my arms behind her thighs, pushing them up and over to rest her knees on my elbows. This position will give me the best angle for the deepest and most pleasurable penetration. I expel a deep breath that I hadn’t even realized I was holding and line myself up.Her pussy is swollen and weeping for me. The air is charged, all the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. I can’t help but think that we’re standing on the precipice of something big. Something life-changing. The crown of my cock nudges at her entrance and she whispers my name in a ragged breath. I think she senses it too–a feeling that shimmers and solidifies between us.
Finally, I push in.
We moan in unison at the penetration. She’s wet and warm, and so tight–I squeeze my eyes shut in a desperate grasp for control. Lucy is squirming beneath me, pinned to the sand, and stretched around my thick cock. She gasps and groans, her muscles pulsing and squeezing reflexively around me. It’s torturous, but I wait, giving her the time she needs to adjust.
“Good girl,” I praise her, because now I know that she likes it–that she wants the approval. “Such a good, good girl taking my cock.”
She hums in agreement, in pleasure, and I can tell that she’s ready now, but I ask anyway.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she gasps, “yes. Move. Please.”
What the lady wants, the lady gets. And frankly, I couldn’t have held it a second longer.
I pull out, agonizingly slowly, and pause with only my throbbing tip remaining inside. It’s a tease, and borderline painful for both of us at this point, and I don’t even know why I do it to myself.
I guess I’m a bit of a masochist.
I shove back in without warning, thrusting as deep as I can go. Lucy cries out, her back bowing off the sand and I lean forward, swallowing her moans with my mouth. I thrust again. And again, keeping up a sure and steady rhythm. The drag and pull is exquisite, and before long I have her babbling incoherently. This position allows me to rub her G-spot with each pass, the friction causing her to thrash wildly beneath me. She reaches up and sinks her fingers into my hair, pulling it roughly. I growl in response.
I’m drilling into her senselessly now. Our skin is slick with sweat and my chest rubs repeatedly against the back of her thighs. The sound of skin slapping echoes across the still water. We each struggle to gain purchase in the sand as my thrusts begin to shove her in increments across the little beach. I have no doubt her back will be abraded tomorrow, and I don’t even feel guilty about it. I want her to feel it–to see my mark and remember how good I fucked her.
Yeah, that’s right, I said ‘fuck,’ but there’s truly no other word for what we’re doing right now.
Lucy’s face is contorted in pleasure and I know that she’s close again. Gazing into her eyes, I reach up and interlock our fingers, pressing her hands into the sand. The movement causes her to open for me further, her feet coming to rest on my shoulders–and I slip impossibly deeper into her velvety heat.
Those lovely hazel eyes burn into mine and my heart skips and stutters.
Electricity shoots down my spine, the pressure building there at the base. The noise I make is primal–animalistic–as I rut into her, pushing harder, trying to get deeper with each frantic thrust. I’m out of my mind with lust. My balls draw up tight and my movements stutter. Shoving in one final time, I plant there to the hilt, and my cock starts kicking. Somehow, I still have the presence of mind to slip a finger between us and massage her clit, ensuring that Lucy comes with me, toppling us over the edge together. I roar into her neck as flashes of light dance before my eyes and waves of pleasure wash over me. She grips my shoulders, screaming my name while I shoot hot jets of come inside her.
We stay there like that, frozen for a moment, as we attempt to put our souls back into our bodies. No joke, that’s how it feels. Lucy twitches beneath me, little aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her system. Eventually, I pull out, causing her to suck in a harsh breath at my withdrawal. She allows her legs to fall and some of my cum spills out between us. I can’t help the rush of virile satisfaction I feel at the sight of it. I slump to the side, taking her with me and pulling her to rest in the crook of my shoulder, our legs intertwining. She offers me a soft smile, running her hand lightly over my chest before it comes to rest over my heart. I place a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose before dropping my head to the sand and sighing happily.
???
My knees give out and I slump against something hard and cold. I glance around and realize that it’s my car. I’m still in the parking lot behind The Open Door.
I reallydidhave sex with Lucy. And now that I’m remembering, I recall that we went again shortly after that first time. And it was good with her.Reallygood. Easily the best, most intense, sexual experience I’ve ever had.
So how the heck could I have forgotten it?
CHAPTER 4
LUCY
I’m grumbling over the accounting software I use at The Bean the next morning, repeatedly clicking my mouse in frustration while I watch the stupid little circle-thingy on my laptop screen continue to spin. It’s mocking me.
“That’s only going to make it worse,” a voice says from the doorway. I look up to find Jill smirking at me.
“What, my mood?” I ask.
“No,” she rolls her eyes, “the program. Clicking the mouse a million times while it’s already trying to load or process something will only cause it to take longer or freeze up completely.”
“How do you even know that’s what I was doing? You can’t even see the stupid spinny-thing on my screen from there.”
She steps into my office, carrying with her a waft of warm yeasty air and my stomach lurches. The scent usually carries with it a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction for this little café that I’ve built, essentially from the ground up, but today it just makes me want to puke.
