My hand is clenched on the tiny material that I am holding back. My body tenses and I begin to moan. He begins to rub his whole face in my pussy. The action is so dirty I explode right there and then. Gushing onto his chin and listening to him slurp my juices greedily.
I come up on my elbows. Breathing heavily and craving cock! ‘I think I’m going to need a very big cock deep inside me.’
He grabs the sides of my bikini and yanks them down my legs. ‘I agree.’ He presses his palms on the edge of the pool and pulls himself out. Then he lays a towel beside me and I quickly get on my hands and knees, push my bottom up and wait.
His huge erection slides in slowly. The fit is tight and the sensation of being stretched and filled is wonderful. Then he holds still and my pussy calls him. I move against him, rocking my body, calling his sperm. This is the first time we are doing it bareback. Nothing between us, flesh to flesh. He reaches forward and starts massaging my clit. Little slow circles as I impale myself repeatedly on him. His stiff cock goes in and out of me like a piston.
‘I’m nearly there,’ I say, and he grabs my hips and rams into me. I gasp at the rough, hard slam. He fucks like savage, jerking me like a doll. I feel his shaft become harder and bigger and then he sprays his load deep inside me. In seconds I am adding my own cum to his. It’s a beautiful moment. We climaxed together. Without planning. Without trying. It just happened naturally.
He withdraws his throbbing cock and some of our warm cum gushes out of me, and drips down the inside of my thighs. He runs his fingers up and down my spine. We say nothing. We just enjoy the orgasmic high until we slip into warm water.
Like dolphins we glide and chase. Our bodies wet and slippery, we fuck in the water. I look deep into his eyes as I climax. He doesn’t know it, but that is my body saying, I love you.
I don’t know what lies in the future, and I don’t care. I am just happy seizing the moment.
FIFTEEN
I return home the next day, still enchanted by the feel of deer eating directly from my outstretched palm, to find my answering machine blinking. One message at twelve thirty a.m. Who the hell left a message after midnight?
I press play and the message is blank. Well, it’s not exactly blank—I can hear someone breathing. Frowning, I replay it. Yes, for at least thirty seconds someone held a phone to their ear and breathed into it. A chill runs up my spine. I dial 1471 and an automated voice says, ‘Caller withheld their number.’
‘Fuck you, Michael,’ I whisper into the stillness of my flat.
I stand for a few moments looking at the phone. Then I pick up the receiver and call my mother.
‘Hi, Mum,’ I say brightly.
‘Ella,’ she says. ‘Guess who I saw?’
‘Who?’
‘Your ex, Michael.’
I grip the phone harder. My mum doesn’t know how much trouble I had with Michael. I never told her how crazy it all got because I didn’t want to worry her. She only knows that he had become a pest and she was instructed to entertain neither phone calls nor any attempts from him to make contact.
I feel my heart rate increase. ‘Oh?’ I say as casually as I can. ‘Where did you see him then?’
‘I bumped into him at the supermarket.’
I frown. ‘Which supermarket?’
‘Morrisons.’
‘You mean the small one near you?’
‘Mmm.’
‘Why was he shopping there? He doesn’t live nearby,’ I say, thinking aloud.
‘I have no idea. He never said.’
‘What did he say, then?’
‘Not much. He was very friendly, though. He invited your dad and me for dinner. Obviously I said no. And then he went on his way.’ My mother pauses. ‘He didn’t ask about you or anything like that.’
‘When was this?’
‘Day before yesterday. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I forgot. I haven’t done anything wrong, have I? I couldn’t be rude.’