God, his cock was gorgeous, standing perfectly rigid and tall, ready for action. Don’t think about the fact that it was your first. That doesn’t matter. No, all that mattered was pleasuring them both.
As she dropped to her knees in the sand, she curled her hand around the thick erection before her, squeezing, kneading light but firm, getting to know it again. It really is like the first time. Except you’re a different person now, so it doesn’t matter. Yeah, go with that last thought. Then she leaned in and gently licked a drop of pre-come from the head. Mmm… She heard him suck in his breath and felt her stomach contract. She wanted more, more of him inside her.
After an instinctive swirl of her tongue around the tip, she smoothly sank her lips over his length, taking him comfortably deep, loving the sensation of letting her mouth fill with him. Her pussy wept with hunger—yet also with the knowledge that its time would come and for now, this was what she wanted to be doing.
“Aw Holly, Holly baby—God, that’s good.”
Better than when she’d done it the last time, she’d bet. She’d been so new at it then. Now she worked her mouth expertly up and down the solid column of flesh as she massaged its base in her fist. She closed her eyes and got lost in the giving—and in what it gave her in return. She felt ravenous and powerful.
“Look at me,” he told her—and so she acquiesced, opening her eyes to gaze up at him, knowing how obscenely sexual a woman appeared this way, and at the moment not quite able to decide if it gave her more power or if it somehow took it away. She’d never wondered before—but now, suddenly, she did.
Only she didn’t wonder for long, because peering into Trey’s eyes reminded her once more where she was, who she was with, that this was not some typical one-night stand. She’d thought it would be casual sex, but…how could it be?
Don’t think. Just don’t think. Just do. Just fuck him. Fuck him like you’ve fucked every other lover you’ve ever had, guy or girl. Fuck him because it feels good. To your body, your flesh. It doesn’t have to go any deeper.
Deciding it was time to get off her knees, she pulled Trey’s perfect dick from her mouth and pushed to her feet. Time to take control here—real control. So she braced her hands on his forearms and began to move him backward toward the nearest chair. “Lie down,” she commanded.
“When did you get so bossy?” he asked, seeming half-amused but also sincerely curious as he plopped back in the chaise.
“When I grew up,” she answered shortly, tired of all his questions about the changes in her. The whys were none of his business—she just wanted him to see and respect the difference.
“I think I like it,” he began, “but…”
And as she straddled him on the lounge, and his hands closed over her hips to pull her down onto him, she said, “Trey, you do like it. You will like it. Now shut up.” She didn’t mean to be harsh, but she couldn’t let him turn this any more real, any less casual, than it already was. It was only sex and she had to keep it that way, once and for all.
The look in his eyes changed then and she felt him finally taking her in, all of her, the her who didn’t plan to get emotional here, the her who only wanted to fuck him and nothing more. “Fine,” he bit off, arms still wrapped around her, and then he began kissing her again, just as hard and passionate as before.
Good. No more words, no more talking. But damn—again, the kissing took her back. And she couldn’t help but let herself get caught up in it a little—it felt too good not to bask in her reaction to it.
Still, the moment she heard a soft purr of pleasure echo from her throat against his lips, she knew it was time to move things along. She pressed her crotch against his erection and rubbed. Even through her panties…mmm, intense pleasure beckoned. And then his hands were exploring her body through her dress—her breasts, her ass; reaching farther around, he began to stroke between her legs. She moaned into his mouth again, unable not to.
And then his hands were under her dress and he was kneading her ass firmly in both hands as they made out, and she was touching his face, the rough stubble on his jaw, as her tongue twined around his in the most delicious kiss she could remember in a very long time.
She heard her own ragged breath as, together, they struggled to remove her panties—finally, she had to stretch her body out alongside his to push them past her knees and kick them off. But she quickly resumed her on-top position—that was where she needed to be with him.
Neither said a word as she balanced, straddling him, then took his hard-on back in hand, lifting it upright until the head nudged at the opening where she knew she was warm and wet.
And then she remembered. Oh God. “Condom,” she muttered.
“Christ,” he whispered. “In my shorts.”
Even as she reached hurriedly down alongside the chair, digging in his back pocket for a wallet, it niggled to know she’d been so close to being flesh-to-flesh with him and that now they would put a layer in between. But she didn’t let herself examine why it bothered her so much—she simply tossed him the wallet and said, “Find it.”
A moment later, she was snatching the square piece of foil from his hand, ripping into it, extracting the thin rubber disc inside. Easing back, she carefully but quickly rolled it on. “Now,” she breathed. “Finally.”
And within seconds she was sinking her pussy down onto him, taking his amazingly hard shaft inside her, sighing with pleasure as he filled her. One inexorable fact of her life was that no matter how many times she had sex, or with how many men, that initial entry always rocked her world. There was nothing else like it—it made her shut her eyes, bite her lip, spend a moment basking in the lascivious pleasure of utter fullness that only a woman who loved sex could know.
But then Trey began to pump up into her, which made her open her eyes, drew her back to exactly where she was. She braced her hands on his stomach as she began to ride him, fuck him.
Her body urged her to undulate in slow, rhythmic circles on him—but her brain told her not to get that lost in the experience, so instead she met his upward thrusts, powering her body down onto his, letting a rougher pleasure dominate her. His low groans were like fuel that pushed her onward, had her sliding up and down his length until she was bouncing, coming down firmly each time, fucking him as hard as possible in this position.
They moved together that way until she was nearly overcome by exhaustion and had to stop—and she leaned over to rest against his chest without thinking about it. That was when she found herself kissing him there, running her fingertips down his stomach, turning his breath thready.
And then, suddenly, there was no more fight in her. No more reasoning. Only the realization that she was trying way too hard to keep this from feeling too good—and that she no longer possessed the power to keep her instincts from taking over.
“I want to make you come, baby,” he rasped as a warm sea breeze wafted over them.
She said nothing in reply, only knew that she wanted that now, too.
As she resumed moving on him, the primal instincts of her body taking over, she found herself wishing she were naked like him, naked and natural and free on the beach, like when they were young. And yet it was wiser to keep her dress on given where they were, and the knowledge reminded her they were doing something forbidden, fucking where anyone could come upon them at any time, and that was exciting in a whole different way. Still, she reached down and pulled up the skirt of her dress, lifted it to her waist in front, so that both of them could see where their bodies connected. Languid sighs of pleasure left her as she gyrated on him in a hot, slow grind.
His hands molded her ass now, stimulating her further, and she no longer even tried to resist peering into his eyes. It was harder to see here beneath the tent than it had been out in the moonlight, but she still found his eyes sparkling on her with dark lust. “Ride me, Holly,” he told her. “Fuck me with that hot little pussy.”
The words fueled her. There hadn’t been much dirty talk when they
were young, but she liked knowing that apparently they’d both changed in certain ways.
Soon, though, her eyes were dropping shut and her head falling back, and the pleasure mounted, climbing higher, higher—until the orgasm came breaking over her like an ocean wave. She started to cry out, then bit her lip trying to be quiet even as the surging pulses swept through her with wild disregard for where she was. The climax was amazing and intense, longer than most, somehow better than most. But she chose not to examine that last part too closely, not to ask herself why.
“Oh God,” she breathed, leaning over on him again, feeling the warmth of his arms closing around her, the warmth of…shared pleasure, intimacy. And one last small urge to fight her emotions rose within her, but she was just too tired now. Quit. Give in to it. Just for a little while. It doesn’t mean anything. You’ll get your control back when you need it. You will.
Only…would she? Really?
As emotion raced through her, just as potent as the orgasm she’d just experienced, she began to fear she’d made a very big mistake by fucking Trey Kennedy.
Chapter Five
“Kiss me, Holly,” he said deeply, and she didn’t hesitate to lift her head from where it rested on his chest and deliver a warm, deep tongue kiss that she felt all the way to her toes.
“God, that was good,” she murmured breathlessly. And yet she’d chosen her words deliberately. Not you were good, but that was good. Because she didn’t want to panic. This didn’t have to be a mistake. As long as she maintained some boundaries here, she could keep it all under control; she could still make this what she wanted it to be.
And what was that again? Her head swam from all she’d just experienced—was still experiencing.
Catharsis—you want catharsis. Oh yeah, that was it.
You want to get him out of your system once and for all by fucking him and being done with it. You want to show him how strong and resilient you are. And you want to make sure he knows he was an idiot to ever let you go.
And okay, at the moment that was beginning to seem like a bit of a tall order, but as she snuggled against him, she worked very hard to come back to herself, to center herself, to remember that she was strong and resilient. He’d made her that way. And she did think he was an idiot—any man would be lucky to have her, then and now.
And, well, as for the sense of…getting caught up in it, feeling it too much—all she could do was roll with it. Roll with it and have faith that afterward she’d still be her tough, sturdy self.
“Wanna make it even better,” he said then, voice deep as the night and brimming with masculine arrogance.
You can’t improve upon perfection. She kept that thought to herself, though—yes, it was good to have a little control back—and simply said, “How?”
His eyes narrowed with naughty intent. “How about instead of telling you, I just show you.” Then he placed his hands back on her ass to raise her up off his erection. She didn’t necessarily want to go—she loved the way he filled her—but he didn’t give her a choice. And she felt immediately empty when his cock left her, even letting out a small gasp of disappointment.
But Trey didn’t seem to notice, didn’t react at all—instead he lifted her rear higher still, until she was upright on her knees, and then he was pressing her toward him where he sat in the chair, only partially reclined. Finally he murmured, “Hold your dress up again, over your cunt.”
She sucked in her breath at the demand, then did as he said. It put her pussy on display only a few inches from his face. And even though she’d only come a couple of minutes earlier, it pulsed like crazy again already. At being so closely examined by him. And because she knew what was coming. That was when he used his palms on her ass to pull her even closer, pressing her mound to his mouth for a deep, intimate tongue kiss.
She couldn’t hold in the hot cry that escaped her as the pleasure shot through her, permeating her senses. “Oh! Oh God,” she whispered—but then as he continued licking her, nibbling at her, she adjusted and sank into it, finding a rhythm against his mouth.
She’d had a lot of sex, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever gone flying this headlong straight back into such overwhelming delights this quickly after orgasm. And yet, even when she hadn’t been ready for more pleasure, there it was, assaulting her. As quickly as it began, she felt powerless against it, her body moving of its own accord—she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. And although she knew he was the one eating her, she couldn’t help thinking it was all too delicious.
A startlingly short time had passed before she knew she was going to come again. So short that she wondered if she’d ever had two orgasms so very closely together before. And no sooner had the thought struck her than the climax was upon her, taking her over, jolting her pelvis against his face, rough and jagged as it zigzagged through her like an out-of-control pinball. “Unh! Unh!” She heard the noises leave her and couldn’t have contained them if her life had depended upon it. Forced to release her skirt and take hold of the back of the chair with one hand, she didn’t know if she’d ever felt anything like this in her life.
Even longer than the first, by the time the orgasm passed, she thought she might collapse at any second. Thankfully, Trey chose just that moment to let go of her ass and let her slide back down his body. She landed straddling his hips once more and felt his lovely cock—still hard as a marble pillar—jut firmly into the valley of her ass.
Her eyes met Trey’s in the dark, just briefly, before she leaned forward, letting her forehead come to rest against his. She couldn’t help it—she was lightheaded from all the sensations that had just racked her body. She could smell her sex on his face.
And then it hit her how…aggressive she’d become during that last part, how her body had driven her. “Did…did I hurt you?” Why do you even care?
“Nope,” he assured her. “I loved every second of it. You?”
“How could I not?” she asked. Damn it. Quit being so honest.
They rested that way a minute, silent, no words needed—until Trey suddenly said, “Stand up.”
“Huh?” she whispered, surprised.
“On your feet, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Trey couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so wrapped up in sex, the last time something had felt so perfect—so wild and yet simply so right at the same time. And now his animal instincts were guiding him.
He appreciated that Holly looked unsteady as she stood, and he rushed to follow, eager to get back inside her warmth. Glancing down to make sure his condom remained in place, he wordlessly guided her behind the chair, stood behind her and lifted her hands to close them over the back of it, then grazed his fingers up her arms before reaching under her dress again. Hiking the skirt back up, he molded his palms to her hips and eased his aching cock back into her.
A low moan left her, heating his blood even more. God, she was amazing. It was still hard to believe this was Holly—his Holly—but he was happy to adjust to the changes in her. And finding out she’d become a ravenous sex kitten…well, it would be hard to be disappointed by that.
As he began pounding into her—again, again, again—he got lost in his lust, and in older feelings, too. He wasn’t sure how this had happened—how she’d ended up back here where they’d met, or how he’d so quickly ended up fucking her brains out on the same beach where they’d once fallen for each other—but as a whole host of emotions gathered around him, circling him ferociously, all he could do was embrace them, accept them, and decide he’d sort through them later. Peering past her pretty blond head to the ocean in the distance, he couldn’t help thinking that this felt like nothing short of a miracle.
She cried out with each hard thrust he delivered, fueling the fire inside him more every second.
“More! More!” she demanded through clenched teeth and he was thrilled to give her what she craved, what they both clearly craved.
He fucked her that way until he couldn’t think
straight any longer, until his legs were about to give out and he suspected hers were, too. And then finally he succumbed to the need for release and growled near her ear, “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby—hard,” just before he exploded, climaxing in five rough strokes into her soft, sweet flesh.
A second later, they collapsed to their knees together in the sand.
He found himself wrapping his arms around her from behind, still buried inside her, and kissing the back of her shoulder where it was revealed by her sleeveless dress. “You’re perfect,” he heard himself whisper without weighing the words. He didn’t even consider weighing them—when it came to Holly, he had nothing to hide.
A minute later, he helped her get to her feet, and after slipping back into his underwear and shorts, drew her down into the lounge chair again, this time just to lie together. And after a few more minutes of companionable silence, he realized he had a lot to say to her. The truth was, he’d had a lot to say to her for a long time—and now he finally had the chance, so he should say it before he spent ten more years mired in regret.
“Holly, baby, I need to tell you something. I need to tell you how sorry I am for the way I let things end when we knew each other before.”
She lay nestled against his shoulder and when he looked down at her, she met his eyes yet didn’t reply. He couldn’t read her look but went on. “I don’t have any excuse except that I was an immature kid who couldn’t handle a long-distance relationship—and I just didn’t have the guts to break it to you like a man. And if it makes a difference at all, it’s been…one of the biggest regrets of my life. I am a man, and I should have acted like one, even at nineteen.”
When next he glanced to her face, he found her lifting her eyes briefly to his, but then pulling them back down just as fast. “It…it’s nothing for you to beat yourself up for, not that big of a deal.”
He couldn’t help being a little surprised. Yeah, she was clearly a strong, independent woman now, but back then, she’d been…innocent. And, well, even a little fragile he’d thought. Which was the main reason he hadn’t had the guts to break up with her—he’d been afraid she’d crumble and that he wouldn’t know what to do, how to handle it. “No?” he asked, leaning his head back slightly.
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