I would worship this cock as I knew he wanted me to do.
In and out he went, plundering my mouth. I watched his face tighten, heard his breathing increase, and felt his thrusts grow in aggression. A deep moan came from the depths of his belly and exited his lips on a growl. Hot liquid shot from his cock and coated the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow the salty, milky matter. He released my head from his grip, and with a gentle touch of his fingertip, he swiped at the remnants of his release that seeped from the corner of my mouth.
He pulled me back to standing and continued to bathe the rest of my body and then did the same to his. Silently turning off the water, he reached for two towels and handed one to me. Once he dried his body off, he used his towel to help dry my hair. He gently squeezed the water out, massaging my scalp again. Closing my eyes, I just allowed the feelings of good to wash over me.
“What should we do today?” he asked as he reached for my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. “It’s going to be a nice day, and I don’t know about you, but I could use a day out in nature. Something that allows some fresh air.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Kayaking sounds good,” he answered simply as he sat me down on the bed. “Ever been?”
He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a shirt and pair of shorts. I clung to the towel around my body as goosebumps covered my flesh.
“No,” I answered. I wasn’t really the outdoorsy type. “I don’t really get along with Mother Nature.”
“It’s easy, and you’ll love it,” he said, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “You just haven’t been introduced to her properly yet by the right person.”
“And you are that person?” My belly flipped and my skin sizzled. He was acting like we were going on a… on a date.
“Get ready and we’ll go get breakfast on the way to the lake.”Mr. DIt had only been a couple of days, and we were moving at warp speed. Sex, cuddling, waking up together in the morning, showering, having breakfast together, and now spending the day with each other like an official date was not the way I liked to live my life. I hadn’t had a relationship in years, and frankly, I preferred it that way. Casual sex kept things simple, and I liked simple.
But Corrine was anything but simple.
I shouldn’t have had sex with her, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to live my life with regrets. And I didn’t regret having sex with Corrine and acting so fast and furious. Maybe if I were a wiser man, I would. Maybe I should be promising it would never happen again, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I did want her, again, and again, and again.
Was I some sex-crazed creep who just wanted young, tight pussy? I’m sure many would view me as that if they knew what happened last night, and then this morning, and hopefully multiple more times this weekend. But I didn’t care. It was nobody’s business what we did. Just ours, and as long as we could keep it that way, we would be able to create our own version of simple.
“You make it look so easy,” she said, paddling my second kayak that, until today, had yet to be used. I never did understand why I had bought two kayaks, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Now I was doing the couple thing… odd, but I liked it.
“You’ll get the hang of it,” I said. “It’s not like a canoe where you have to worry about tipping over.”
“I feel like I could,” she said, looking at the crystal-clear water of Devil’s Bluff Lake. “And it looks freezing.”
“Even strokes,” I coached as I positioned my kayak next to hers and matched her pace.
“I actually really like this,” she said. “It’s pretty here. I’ve never been.”
I found that to be shocking. “You live in Black Mountain but have never been to Devil’s Bluff Lake. This is a landmark. How is that?”
“You’ve never met my mother. We didn’t do nature.” She paddled in silence for a few moments. “We didn’t do much.”
“You traveled a lot together right? So, you must have done some things.”
She huffed. “I traveled with a nanny and her team of staff. I maybe saw her an hour a day. Maybe. And she was notorious for arriving someplace, meeting up with old friends or lovers and disappearing for days. Her staff knew they just needed to watch over me, and she would someday return.”
“Sounds lonely,” I said.
“I don’t know what it feels like to not feel alone.”