Unconventional
“Nah, nothing that exotic,” I said. “I just had a really kickass uncle who traveled the world. He was always going off on these adventures, like Indiana Jones. He’d send us things in the mail — trinkets from other countries — and he always remembered our birthdays.”
“Your dad’s brother, I assume?”
“Yes,” I said. “Uncle Travis would stop in once or twice a year to serve as a father figure, but also to do fun stuff with us. It was always the coolest stuff, too. Activities my mom would never approve of, like zip-lining, or mountain biking, or whatever he came up with.”
“And he’s the one who taught you to surf,” guessed Noah.
“Bingo.”
Noah’s hands slid from my hips to my ass. He pulled one of my legs over his, until I was straddling him face to face.
“So when your uncle mentioned he’d bought a castle in Scotland…”
“I came right away,” I finished for him. “Part of me was bored. My older sisters are married now, and pumping out grandkids. My mother is too busy doting on them to care much about what I’m doing. At least, not until I’m pumping out grandkids too.”
I shifted closer, feeling the sharp pinch of stubble as his chin nuzzled my neck. His scent was amazing. He touch, even better.
“So you came here,” Noah murmured. “To this place.”
I threw my head back a little. “Yes.”
We were chest to chest, our bodies sharing heat in the cool summer night. The air was fragrant here, and smelled of lilac. The sky was full of stars.
“What happened to Travis sucks…” my lover sighed, his breath warm on my neck. “But you know what? I’m glad you’re here.”
A pair of warm lips found my neck. Noah began planting tiny kisses along my throat, as ten eager digits wandered my ass.
“Me too…” I whispered.
“Know what’s the best way to get rid of the bad memories you still associate with this place?”
He pulled back to look at me, his two starfire eyes locking on mine. I shook my head slowly.
“You make good ones,” he murmured, and then kissed me like fire.
Thirty
MADISON
I rode him slowly, gently, shifting forward and back in his warm, wonderful lap. Rising upward as he pulled me tight against his chest, then feeling the stretch of him plunging inside me again, as gravity took over.
Mmmm… He’s so deep…
We’d taken the time to strip each other totally bare. We were utterly and completely naked, screwing hotly beneath the nighttime moon. Fucking like rabbits in the castle’s ancient garden.
And the freedom was magnificent.
“Fuck, Madison…”
It was the third or fourth time Noah had said my name. Each time sent ripples of pleasure through me. I screwed him into the cold stone bench, alternating between kissing him and rubbing my breasts in his face. Made out with him while he squeezed my hips in his two powerful hands, while focusing on how good his cock felt buried all the way to his balls in my pussy.
Yes…
It was incredibly liberating, fucking so wantonly like this. Giving myself over to the thrill of being with someone in such an open, vulnerable setting. I loved having Noah wrapped around me. Inside me. It made me feel safe and protected and owned by him, and — for right now at least — I didn’t have a single other care in the world.
“Wha— Oh!”
I let out a sudden but involuntary yelp as Noah tickled me savagely, then we were both tumbling to the greenery behind the flagstone circle. The grass felt cool on my back. The sky looked like a dark purple dome placed over the world, filled with shimmering white pinpricks of light.