“What are we doing today?” she asked.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her, kissing her neck. My hand moved over her breast, she laughed and pushed it away. “Really? You’re shooting me down? Can’t you feel how hard you make me?” I said, pulling her hips against me. She laughed and squirmed away.
“We can do that anytime. I want to go out. I want to have a coffee with you, go for a walk. Come-on,” she grinned, grabbing my arm and attempting to drag me out of the bed. I laughed and yanked her back onto her bed.
“You’ve lucky you’re so cute,” I chuckled, kissing her as she disappeared into the bathroom.
***
After breakfast and shopping in the small town, we made our way down to the beach. The view was stunning. Tall rock walls surrounded the pool of crystal clear blue green water. White sand lined the beach and the hilly background disappeared into the grey, cloudy sky. We sat down in the sand and looked out across the water.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Belle smiled. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hair. “Looks like we’re alone,” she added, narrowing her eyes.
“Belle, what are you doing?” I laughed as she climbed onto my lap. She pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue massaging mine. My dick hardened as she reached down and unzipped my pants. “Fuck Belle, you’re dangerous,” I chuckled, groaning as she reached inside my pants and freed my cock.
“Why did you think I wore this?” she said, motioning toward her skirt. “Its freezing, but nice easy access” she added. I ran my hand under her skirt. God, she wasn’t wearing underwear. She breathed in as I slipped my finger inside of her.
“I don’t have a condom, honey,” I said as she rode my finger. “Are you…” my voice trailed off.
“I’m on birth control,” She mumbled, her eyes closed. She bit her lip and gripped my hand. My cock throbbed as she used my hand to masturbate herself. Apart from using my hand as her prop, there was nothing of me involved in this at all, and it was hot. Her expression, and the way her eyebrows raised as she moved my finger inside of her made me want her so badly. She gasped, her movements speeding up. She wrapped her hands around my neck in a hug, trusting me to finish her off. She slowed right down, still riding me, her breathing heavy as she climaxed.
I grabbed hold of my cock and entered her pussy. Fuck so was so wet. I groaned as I slipped further inside of her, the feel of the skin of my cock riding against the walls of her pussy felt incredible. She rode me hard as I leaned back, my hands behind me in the sand. Her mouth was on mine as she kissed me roughly. To anyone in the distance, we would’ve just looked like a normal couple hugging on the beach. Belles skirt hid everything. I felt so exposed and so turned on.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whispered. If a group of people had walked past, I wouldn’t have cared. She felt so fucking good and the thought of coating her insides with my jizz was making it hard for me to keep control.
My body clenched as I released. She clenched too, squeezing the jizz out of me like I was a sponge. Fuck, she was tight. I groaned again as she lifted herself off me.
“How was that?” she asked breathlessly. I shook my head, unable to speak. Fucking amazing was what I wanted to say, but all I managed was an incoherent mumble. She giggled and hugged me. “Maybe we can go back to the cottage so I can have a shower?” she suggested.
“Only if I get to watch.”
***
“Thanks for what was possibly the best night of my life.” She leaned across and kissed me, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you sure you can’t stay at my place tonight? There are a few parts of yesterday I’d like to re-create.”
Belle laughed. “Mmm, I bet there are. I’d love to, but I better get inside. I’ll see you soon?” she asked hopefully.
“See you soon.”
***
The weekend had been so amazing that the last place I wanted to be on Monday morning was back at work. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have a choice. I still had so much to do that I was starting to worry I’d run out of time. That would go down well.
After emailing through the final figures of the sale to Mr. Delenski, I closed my laptop and got up off the chair. He would arrive the next week, with his daughter, Lisbeth: the woman I was expected to seduce. Thinking about that made me feel sick. I hadn’t slept with another woman apart from Belle since Little Red, and more surprisingly, I hadn’t wanted to.
Walking over to the bar, I got myself a glass, placed two ice cub
es in it and half-filled it with scotch. The last few weeks, there had been a considerable reduction in the amount of alcohol I was consuming, and my liver was thanking me for that. I walked over to the balcony, glancing at the wall clock on the way past. It was after eight in the evening. Belle would be over any minute and I couldn’t wait to see her. It scared me how much I liked this girl.
For years, I’d linked feelings with weakness. Showing your emotions made you vulnerable, and being vulnerable got you hurt. That was a difficult mindset to change. In the past I had been all about saying the right things to a woman to get what I wanted. That was easy, because it was all about me. It’s easy to talk to shit when none of what you’re saying is real. Now it was a completely different story: I was saying the same things as before, only this time they had meaning. Every time I told Belle how beautiful she was or how amazing she looked, I meant it, and the fact that I was actually feeling those words when I spoke them scared the living fuck out of me.
Belle rapped lightly on the door. Was it creepy that I knew her knock? Probably—I might keep that to myself. I walked over to the door and opened it, my hand nervously running through my hair, making sure I looked all right. Opening the door, I breathed in heavily. How did she always manage to look so perfect? She smiled at me, leaning in for a kiss. Our lips met, her mouth parting slightly as my tongue gently worked its way inside her mouth. I never tired of kissing her. I never tired of doing anything to her.
“I missed you,” she said, her arms casually dangling around my neck. Her fingers stroked the back of my hair, her nails moving gently against my scalp. My hands clinched her waist, my fingers tucked under the waistband of her skirt.
“Not as much as I missed you,” I mumbled, eagerly kissing her again, my hands moving to cradle the back of her head as my mouth worked desperately on hers, tasting her sweet lips. Her hand in mine, I led her inside, shutting the door behind her. It was risky, kissing her in the doorway while the door was wide open. Luke often dropped past unannounced, but today it seemed worth the risk.