Jamison
He didn’t dive like me. He jumped, his body spread out like an X, and right before he entered the water, he pulled his limbs in so he was a tight ball. I tried to sneak a peek, but it was dark and when you were falling like that, you move fast. I had an inkling that he was packing something of note. I felt him press into my thigh when his hips nailed me to the fence earlier.
I looked away as he splashed into the water nearby. He didn’t surface right away, but I’d been coming to this quarry since I was a kid and there wasn’t a guy out there who didn’t try the scare-you-into-thinking-I-drowned trick. Rather than wait, I started moving, swimming toward the floating dock that was anchored closer to the shore. I swam backwards so that I would see him break the surface. When he finally came up, he whooped, snapping his head so that he flung the water from his hair like a wet dog.
“Yee-haw!” He paddled in my direction. When he got closer, he used his regular tone of voice to say, “That was fucking amazing. I wanna do it again.”
“Go for it,” I said. “I’ll stay here and admire the view as you climb.”
He smirked and then splashed water in my direction.
“What?” I teased. “You’re not into giving me a free show?”
He swam closer to me, mischief in his eyes. I braced myself for his attack. The water was still deep but I could feel the silt below if I reached with my toes. He was tall enough to stand, so he pushed off and leaped at me, planning to dunk me. I dove left, laughing. He chased. Grabbing me from behind. We were acting like teenagers, play-wrestling as seduction. Only, unlike teenagers, we were buck naked, so when he pulled me in, pressing my back to his front, we were suddenly very close and very intimate.
I stopped kicking and squealing and let my limbs float gently, my legs drifting near his. I couldn’t touch the bottom but I didn’t need to swim because he had me, held me close. The sound of our breathing dominated my thoughts. His lips were so close to my ear and we were both expelling air like we’d just completed a race—loud, sticky, joy-filled pants. I expected him to go for it, to just take me. I’d certainly given him the signal that I was willing but he didn’t. Instead, he held me to him, letting me feel him grow harder as he pressed against my back.
One of his hands climbed up from my waist and he cupped and then kneaded my breast. When he pulled at my nipple, a current of pleasure sped through me. My head dropped back, falling to his shoulder, and I moaned. Behind me, his dick pulsed in response to the sound. Again, I expected him to turn me and split my legs around his waist or just take me from behind, but he didn’t. Instead, he began to swim with me still tightly in his arms.
“Sorry, but this absolutely will not do,” he said, sounding like a schoolmarm or an aging nanny in a children’s book.
“What? What will not do for you, boo-boo?” I echoed his tone, feeling this newfound Dr. Seuss vibe.
He grinned. “I can fuck you in a house. I can fuck you near a mouse. I can fuck you here and there. I can fuck you almost anywhere. But I cannot, will not fuck you like this, with all this water in our midst.”
We’d reached waist-deep water and rather than let me walk, he turned my body so that I was cradled in his arms, and he carried me onto the beach like I was a newlywed bride. Well, if newlywed brides were naked on a beach.
I giggled, giddy from the entire experience, and then pointing to a few lounge chairs up ahead, I said, “I see. I see. You will fuck me. You will fuck me over there, on the cushion of that beach chair.” He headed toward them. Carrying me didn’t seem to tax him one bit.
“Hmm, yes. Yes, I will. I will fuck anywhere that the water isn’t in our hair.”
He bent and placed me down gently, but that was where the soft, calm version of Cody ended. As soon as I was comfortably splayed on the lounger, he dove for my pussy, no pretense whatsoever. He dropped to his knees and pulled me to him, his strong fingers gripping my ass cheeks as he swirled his tongue against my clit. It was so unexpected, and the sudden nature of the contact made it all the more powerful like lightning streaking up my spine. He wasn’t gentle. He sucked at me with the fervor of a starved man unhinged by his first morsel of food. He filled me with his fingers and I could feel his teeth and his stubble rough against the silk of my tender, sensitive skin. The forceful way he devoured me pushed me to the edge in minutes.
Normally, if I was lucky enough to find a partner who could bring me to orgasm, it was a slow burn. Orgasms were effortful for me. I had to work at them. They took focus, concentration, and detailed directions. But the ministrations of Cody’s mouth were like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was like I was a cake and he wrote the recipe. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pushed my cunt against his face, desperate to feel him deeper, harder. As the crescendo of my pleasure rose, my skin flushed and my breathing quickened.
Unconsciously, I moaned, “Cody. Holy fuck.”
He purred at the sound of his name on my lips and the vibrations rocked my soul. I felt myself contract around his fingers, and then I crashed over the edge, shuddering out cries of pleasure. Cody slowed his movements, but he didn’t stop them. He licked and nipped and dragged circles around my clit until every tremble subsided. Then he sweetly kissed his way up my body, lavishing my stomach, breasts, nipples, and neck with the service of his terribly talented tongue.
When he reached my lips, he drove into my mouth as he had my pussy, hungry and commanding. I could smell the musky scent of my sex on his skin and taste it on his lips. His thick arms held him above me, but I pulled his shoulders, crashing the weight of his body into mine.
He broke from my lips, and with a tone both sweet and raspy, he asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“I’m not too heavy?”
Doubling down my confirmation, I pulled his lips back to mine. The weight of his body was anything but uncomfortable. Sure, he was heavy, but he was also solid and comforting. I couldn’t explain why but being with Cody felt secure, like for the first time in my life, I was being cared for. His body was like a shield, protecting me from the world.
Between my legs, I could feel him, hard and thick, against the slippery wetness of my core. He slid between my folds, pushing the head of his cock against my sensitive nub.
“Do you have protection?” I whined.
“Sure, sure I do.” He laughed snidely. “In the pocket of my jeans...”
I finished his thought. “All the way up those stairs.”
He dropped his forehead to my chest and groaned. “Well, that sucks.”
He started to stand, but slowed, distracted by my nipple, which he pulled into his mouth. Then he said, “Your skin is like fucking candy. I could eat you all day, James.” Circling the nipple he just licked with his fingertip, he looked up at me. “Do people call you James?”
No one called me James. Lots of people called me Jami. And there was once a guy who called me Jam-jam. But never James. I liked it. It felt bold and sexy on his lips.
“No, but you can.” His eyes flashed joy and he smirked.
He sat up. “Well then, you stay here and I’ll be back. I have a mountain to climb.” He moved to push off the chaise. He was upright on his knees, his cock a rigid staff jutting out in front of him. It was long and thick in the blue shadows of the moonlight and I ached to touch it, to feel it press into my core.
I surprised myself by saying, “Don’t go.”
He slowed.
“I’m on the pill,” I offered. “And I know tonight makes me seem a little… um… promiscuous, but I’ve never done it without protection.”
He swallowed. “Same.”
“We could…” I let the words drift off. I was being crazy and not smart. We didn’t know each other well.
“Also, if you seem promiscuous, so do I.” He paused. “It’s a lot of faith to put in a stranger. Are you sure you trust me?”
“What about you? Do you trust me?”
He ran one hand slowly down my inner thigh and then dipped a finger into the wetness at my center. “God, I wish there was more light.”
I smiled, my ego boosted by his desire to see me, and I fished for a more specific compliment. “What would you like to see?”
“Mmm... the pink flush of your pussy as I push my bare cock inside.”
The pace of my heart picked up immediately. “So, we’re gonna do this, go it bareback?”
“I trust you, James, too much, I think.” His voice was reverent like I was both scary and amazing to him.