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Realizing it was time for lunch, I closed my laptop and headed into the kitchen. Stef was nowhere to be seen, so I started making our meal, figuring she’d come in at some point.
It was so strange how quickly I’d gotten used to this. Breaking up my workday to make lunch for Stef was such a simple pleasure that I knew I’d miss when she went back home. Just the thought of her going home, of not seeing her every day, had my heart hitching in a way I wasn’t prepared to examine. So I turned my attention back to the cooking, forcing myself not to think about it.
Stef still hadn’t shown up by the time I’d finished making the salad to go with the quiche, so it was time to go looking for her.
Knowing she wasn’t in the house, I headed straight out to the beach. The canopy was empty, but there was her towel, earbuds, and e-reader on the recliner. Ah, there she was - swimming in the ocean. She saw me and started making for the shore, standing as soon as the water was shallow enough.
The moment I realized she was stark naked, liquid fire poured into my system. She was a fucking goddess, her blue hair slicked back from her face, water streaming off her skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she emerged from the water and strode across the sand to me. It had been five days since I’d told her I wanted to bang her. By the smoky look in her eyes when they locked on mine, it seemed she’d decided she was ready.
The desire I could see in her eyes matched the fire that raged inside me. She reached me and, without a word, slipped her arms around my neck. Her wet body pressed against mine, soaking my clothes. Her kiss was fierce and hungry and almost overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around her, skimming my hands down to cup her bare ass and pull her against me. Her needy whimper skittered over my skin and I started walking backwards, toward the canopy.
She tore at my clothes and pushed me back, smiling wickedly when I almost stumbled against the recliner. I dragged her down with me, so she was sprawled on top of me.
I couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated. One moment I was in the kitchen, cooking, and the next we were in the canopy, Stef straddling me on the recliner. Her body was so warm and wet against mine, and I could feel her desire radiating off of her like a heat source.
“I’m so fucking hot for you, I can’t…”
I reached up and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard and pulling on it, tasting the salt of the ocean on her skin. She let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure. I let go and played with her tits, running my thumbs over her nipples and pinching them slightly. She groaned and arched her back, pushing herself into my hands.
I ran my hands over her body, feeling every curve and line. Her tits were firm and full, her ass round and perfect. I loved the way she looked at me, like I was everything she wanted in a man. It made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before.
“I... I can’t wait,” she moaned against my lips.
“Then don’t,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her voice was husky when she said, “I haven’t…I haven’t had anyone since…you know. So, I’m clean.”
“Me either.”
The way her eyes darkened at my admission almost sent me over. With her gaze on mine, she gripped my shoulders, dug her feet into the sand on either side of the recliner and lifted her hips. The shudder that moved through her when she slowly lowered her hips onto me was perfection.
Then she started moving, and I lay back to watch, my hands on her hips spurring her on. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, her fingers digging into my chest.
I let her go until the need to see her shatter overwhelmed me. I slipped my hand between her legs, pressing my thumb against her clit, applying just enough pressure to send her flying over the edge. Her whole body shook against mine as she came and I pushed up, wrapping my arms around her and holding her through it.
With her face buried in my neck, I lay back down, running my hands up and down her back in soothing strokes.
Once I thought she was recovered enough to go again, I started moving my hips.
“Oh Jesus,” she said when she realized we weren’t done yet.
I was so fucking hard, my cock pulsing with desire. I had never felt like this before, and it was all because of Stef. Her body was so fucking tight, her pussy so wet and hot. I could feel her every movement against me, every pulse of her clit. It was like a fucking symphony of pleasure, and I wanted to be a part of it forever.
I pushed harder into her, my hips grinding against hers in time with her moans. Her breath hitched as I went deeper, feeling the friction of our bodies against each other. It was like nothing else in the world mattered except for this moment, this connection between us. I was consumed by her.
I groaned into her neck as she pushed back against me. She raised her head and locked our lips together in a feverish kiss. Our bodies were one, our desires melding together in a perfect storm of pleasure that left us both breathless and wanting more.
I felt her body pulsing around my cock as she crested the wave again and I held her closer, letting go just as she peaked, coming inside her in a hot rush.
As we lay there, panting and still buzzing from the adrenaline, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had never felt so alive, so connected to someone before.
Not wanting to think about that too much, I said, “Are you hungry?”
“Is that a loaded question?”
I chuckled. “Well, lunch is ready, if you want it.”
“Yeah, I could eat. I’d love a shower first, though. I’ve got sand and saltwater all over me.”