“Ready?”
Fuck me. Knowing she’s completely bare underneath is even sexier than her walking around this hotbox naked.
“I have an idea.” My jeans are on, and I’ve pulled the shirt over my head again.
Taking her hand, I lead her down the stairs and out to my truck. We’re moving fast and once inside, she scoots across the bench, leaning her head on my shoulder.
My insides are buzzing with joy, comfort, completion. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around her as I turn the wheel and take us up the street, through the quiet neighborhoods and out of town.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her hand tracing lines along the top of my thigh, an action that fuels my desire.
“I thought we could go to our place.” I’m thinking of washing her in the ocean, making love to her, holding her bare body against mine as the waves roll around us.
Her cheek moves, and she smiles against my shoulder. It isn’t long before we’re there. I pull off the road, parking in the brush, behind a tree and two small bushes like I always did.
She’s out the door before I’ve killed the engine, and I think of a night not so long ago near a lake with a different girl. I didn’t give a shit about following that girl.
Tonight, nothing in this world could keep me away.
Tonight, I’m chasing the girl of my dreams to the place I can never forget.
Her dress is on the dry sand, and her moonlit body moves slowly into the water. For a moment, all I can do is watch as the water rises gradually to her knees, her waist. Her dark hair falls in thick ripples down her back, meeting the water and spreading out around her the deeper she goes.
The moonlight tips the dark water with silver, and the stars are points of light in the midnight-blue sky above. She’s magical, a creature of the sea, an innocent seductress, and I’m bewitched by her beauty.
I quickly shed my jeans and tee and follow her, pushing through the surf, using my hands to help me move faster until I capture her in my arms.
“Hmm,” she turns to face me. She wraps her arms over my shoulders, pressing her breasts against my chest, and I sigh deeply. “It’s been so long since I’ve come here with anyone besides Coco.”
“You bring your daughter here?” I try to imagine the two of them, so similar in this beautiful place. I’ve only seen her daughter twice, but already she feels as much a part of us as anything.
“It’s the best place to get away from the crowds, to have some peace and quiet.”
Leaning down, I kiss the top of her arm, loving the feel of our skin against skin, warm in the cool water. We came here so many times that summer, stealing away in the dead of night. I remember standing at the head of the path, straining my eyes in the darkness for her to appear on that damn bike.
“You would never ride in the car with me,” I muse, sliding my hand down to cup her ass.
Her legs lift, wrapping around my waist and I walk us out further into the waves.
“I was so afraid of us getting caught together,” she says against my neck. “My mother could make people disappear. I was afraid she would make you disappear.”
“No one is making me disappear.” I turn and kiss her lips.
She gasps slightly as my hand moves lower, dipping into her core, testing her wetness. Her voice grows silky, like honey. “But you did…”
Two fingers inside, she moans, and I pull at her lips. “Not anymore. I’m never letting you go, Ember Rose.”
Happiness flickers across her face, but her mouth forms a little O. She’s focused, needing me. Leaning into her, I seal my lips to hers, replacing my fingers with my dick. I hold her thighs and pull her to me, letting the motion of the waves assist in bringing her flush against my pelvis.
A moan is consumed into my mouth. Her muscles flex, her thighs tightening over me as she rocks. It’s the closest thing to heaven on Earth, and it doesn’t take long before we’re soaring.
My release comes quickly, blanking my mind. I hear her moans of pleasure. Her core clenches rhythmically as she comes undone, and I wrap my arms tighter around her, holding us together in this reunion.
The water swirls around us. I hold her, and we drift together. I’m lazy and satisfied and already thinking about the future. I know what I want, and I’m ready to make it happen.
“Tell me about your daughter,” I say, kissing her ear. “How old is she?”
Her head lifts, and her eyes are round. “I had her four years ago.”