“So now that you know I’m not a virgin, you’re not interested?” I asked incredulously, feeling like we were in some weird societal role reversal.
“No!” she exclaimed, her denial loud on the quiet beach. “It’s not that. We started talking about sexual experience, and suddenly, a realization set in. What’s the point in this? Yeah, being with you is fun. Sexy, even. Where are things going with us? I’m not interested in a fling, and you’re so young that you can’t be gunning for something serious.”
Moving with speed that shocked even me, I rolled her under me, wedging between her legs and peering down at her. I hadn’t thought; I just moved. My hardness pressed to her center, letting her feel my need for her, even if I wouldn’t take advantage of it now. Not without her go ahead.
“Did you miss the part where all my friends are in serious relationships? I don’t feel like an odd man out or anything. I mean…I’m not looking for a relationship because of that, but I am very much like them. I do want to have something more than some fling.”
She sagged and let out a long breath. “Okay.”
Her arms came up around my neck, and she pulled me down for a kiss, letting me know she believed me. Our mouths clashed together. My determination made me a little wild, but Reba moaned, arching against me. She liked it. She wanted more. Unable to help myself, I reached up and cupped her breast, finding her erect nipple with my thumb and tormenting the little bud while I fucked her mouth with my tongue.
She pulled at my hair, but her mouth kept moving against mine, sucking around the muscle driving in against her own. Her legs bracketed my hips, and she rocked against me. Clearly, she had no desire to get away. Clearly, she’d make me fucking come in my shorts.
“Fucking hell, Reba,” I swore, grinding my hips against her, only separated from complete heaven by the fabric of our bathing suits.
“Oh, God, Mars. Right there. Keep doing that,” she moaned, throwing back her head. I thrust against her, feeling her cleft as her bottoms were pushed into it by my dick. I rode up and down that slit while she cried out.
Driven by need, I yanked down one side of her dress and the cup of her bikini top on that side, exposing the firm mound of her beautiful breast. I captured one hard peak with my lips and drew on it, hard, pulling, sucking until she shook.
“Yes, Mars!” she cried. “Oh, God!”
My tongue flicked over the sensitive nub while I drew on it and pumped my hips like a first-timer gone wild. From her uninhibited responses, it worked for her. I kept on, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. I knew it had to be coming as her high, keening cries got louder. They stoked my need, making me even harder. Fuck, did I want that. I needed her to come. I needed to hear her screaming her release into the night while I knew I’d driven her there.
“Mars! Oh! Mars!” she yelled suddenly, and I felt her orgasm as surely as if I were buried inside her. The tension that had balled at the base of my spine exploded, and I came, moaning into her breast, the nipple still in my mouth.
Long moments later, I rolled to my side, and pulled her with me. Our limbs tangled, and languid heaviness weighed on me, trying to pull me toward sleep. Fighting the lethargy, I dropped kisses all over her chest, shoulders, neck…working my way to her mouth. We kissed for long minutes, unhurried by anything, even the desire that still simmered in the background, ready to be poured through us with the demand for more.
The orangy crescent moon was high in the sky before we reluctantly moved to pack up and head home. All the while, I couldn’t stop touching her.
It wasn’t until I’d walked her to the staff door and she’d disappeared inside that I realized, she had never agreed to that next date.