31. Thirty-One
Thirty-One
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W ith the passenger seat covered in fancy cheese, crackers, quince paste and a bottle of wine, I swung the car back onto the gravel and sand lined driveway, and thought about when I brought Ally here for the first time.
“What is this shit shack?” she hissed as we pulled in the driveway.
She’d been livid that I’d bought the cottage without consulting her first. Even though it was my money. Instead of appreciating the gesture, she’d done nothing but pick it apart.
"It’s old, it’s weathered, it’s small, it smells like the ocean, there’s too much sand everywhere, where’s the TV, there’s no phone service. This place needs a million dollar renovation before I’ll consider staying here, Brax. What's the point of being rich if you're going to act poor?"
The whinging didn’t stop there.
So much so that I grabbed a surfboard and stayed out in the ocean for four hours, just to piss her off.
Everything she hated about it, I loved.
Dylan’s reaction couldn’t be any different, further proving everything I’d known all along: Dylan was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.
Grabbing the groceries, I headed inside, but there wasn’t any sign of Dylan. It was dead quiet, aside from the sound of the rolling waves and the odd squawk from a seagull.
Placing the cheese in the fridge and the rest of the snacks on the bench, I slid open the back door and walked out onto the deck that overlooked the deserted beach.
She wasn’t hard to miss.
Dylan was waist deep in the water. Totally naked.
Smiling to myself, I picked up the two towels I left hanging over the railing from the last time I was here and fished out a picnic blanket from a storage bucket next to the stairs.
Kicking off my shoes, I tossed the towels and blanket over the side of the deck and onto the sand below.
I hurried down the stairs that lead from the shack to the sand, and semi-jogged down the beach.
I took my shirt off, dropping it onto the sand.
The ocean was calm, almost glassy, perfect for swimming.
“How’s the water?” I asked her over the sound of the gentle waves.
Dylan slowly walked out of the ocean, water dripping from her tanned skin. The sun reflected off the sea to illuminate her truly magnificent body. Her body was so explicitly delicious, I was instantly hard.
She glided directly up to me, her caramel eyes blazing in the sunshine, like melted gold.
The ocean lapped at her feet. “You coming?”
I raked my gaze up her body.
She grabbed at the waist of my pants and pulled me in close. “You don’t have to go naked if you’re worried about someone seeing you. Just come in your pants.”
“I nearly did.”
She laughed at my shitty joke, before spinning on her heels and splashing back into the ocean. She ducked under a small wave and popped back up.
She beckoned me to come in with her finger.
Wasting no more time, I dove in after her, still wearing pants, despite the beach being deserted.
I swam up to meet her, water lapping at my mid-chest. She glided into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her smooth body locked around me, completely weightless. Despite how incredibly turned on I was, we stared deep into each other’s eyes, the ocean lapping against our skin.
Her shiny dark hair was slicked back and water droplets formed on the tips of her eyelashes. Her tits squished into my chest. I couldn’t help but look at them. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
How could one person feel like home and a holiday at the same time?
I knew I needed to tell her how serious I was about us. The call from Ally sent her into a spiral. What we were doing was fucking with her head.
It must have been because of her Dad.
I felt ashamed that I hadn't connected the dots before now.
My girl was at war with herself.
“I want you to know that if I could go back in time, and do things differently, I would.” I confessed.
She kept her arms wrapped around me tightly, her head resting on my shoulder.
I looked off into the vastness of the ocean and went for it.
“I get that there are loose ends to tie up… but we’ll figure it out," I said.
Referring to our long-term partners as a loose-end was a low moment, even for me. But that was what my relationship with Ally was now. A loose end.
"I want you back in my life. For good this time. I want us."
Dylan raised her head from my shoulder, and I felt her fingertips lightly tickling the back of my neck. “Together?”
“Together.”
“So, this isn’t just some hot and heavy affair? Because if that’s all this is to you and you go back to your life–”
“It’s not,” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence. “What do I need to do to prove it to you?”
“I need reassurance. Something to help me accept that even though what we're doing is so, so fucked up, that it will be worth it in the end," she swallowed back tears. "That we went through all of this lying and sneaking around for a reason."
I grabbed her ass and kissed her passionately, hungrily reassuring her. The conversation was far from over, but it was hard to concentrate when her naked body and smooth pussy was rubbing on me.
All of this bullshit would be worth it in the end.
It had to be.
After a few moments, she broke away from the devouring kiss and said all I’ve wanted to hear since we arrived.
“You going to fuck me now or what?”
I hoisted her up onto my hips, hands underneath her ass and carried her out of the ocean.
We emerged from the sea, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I carried her up the sand to where I dropped our belongings.
Bending at the knees, I gently laid her down on the blanket, her arms falling above her head.
My eyes drifted all over her body, taking in her perfection bit by bit in the blazing sunshine. Lying naked before me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
There was nothing but flame in her eyes.
“What are you thinking?” she purred at me, her words like velvet, stroking me.
I slowly traced a finger down over her lips, under her neck, collarbone, over her perfect tits, stomach, and finally between her legs.
She shuddered underneath my touch.
A light breeze blew small flecks of sand onto us.
Leaning over her, I placed my free hand over both her wrists and locked them in place over her head. I nudged her legs open wider with my knees, leaned down and softly kissed her.
My other hand went to work, sliding between her legs, stroking her clit, warming her up for the inevitable.
My dick throbbed when I felt how wet she was for me.
Slowly, I dipped a finger inside her, then a second.
Softly, she moaned as I dropped my mouth to her tits and flicked my tongue over her nipple, my fingers deep inside her.
Dylan’s hips bucked into my hand, telling me without using her words that she was ready for more.
Sitting up, I scanned the beach one last time, before unfastening my soaking wet pants, finally kicking them off..
I slid my fingers back into her one more time, and using the slickness on my fingers, lubed up my hard cock.
I spat on my hand for good measure. "Eyes on me, baby."
With one swift motion, I slid inside of her slowly, her pussy gripping tightly. I thrusted in and out, deeply and with intention.
Fucking her. Reassuring her. Loving her.
I worked on filling her deeply, picking up the pace.
She wrapped her legs around my back, locking me in and drawing me down deeper.
I let her wrists fall free and leaned back as far as I could, her legs wrapped around me like a bow on a present.
Her legs fell to each side and she thrusted up and down with her hips. The position had her clit rubbing on my pelvis which I knew would drive her fucking wild.
I stuck my thumb in her mouth roughly; she knew what was coming next.
Dylan soaked my thumb in saliva, before I withdrew my thumb from her mouth and began to play with her clit.
I pumped into her with a solid rhythm while watching her pretty face contort with pleasure, and those tits— fuck me, those tits —bounce up and down.
Her cheeks flushed and she moaned as her breath quickened. She was getting close, I could feel her silky pussy getting wetter with each thrust.
"Come on me, baby," I commanded. She loved it when I told her exactly what I wanted her to do.
"I'm going to come," she huffed, breathlessly.
Those words on her lips nearly had me falling over the edge. My answer was a deep thrust, one that made her cry out in absolute ecstasy.
She brought a hand to her face and covered her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. She was shaking, her pussy throbbing with an orgasm so powerful it almost had me releasing inside her.
Almost.
I watched her reach the highest of highs while I sat inside of her and waited until she floated back down to earth.
She opened her eyes and smiled. "Now how do you wanna fuck me?"
I slid out of her. "Turn around. Put your ass up in the air.”
My girl did as she was told and arched her back, propping her perky ass in the air. Steadying my cock in my hand, I circled the entrance to her pussy with the head of my dick. “You ready?”
Before I could slide it in, she rammed back onto me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. She was so tight this way, her inner walls gripped onto me, massaging my cock completely.
I leaned onto the back of my legs, as she worked me, sliding up and down, around and around on my dick. The sunshine lit up every part of her body, her pink lips hugging my cock, leaving it sleek and sticky.
It was at this moment I saw movement up on the hill that overlooked the beach.
There was someone there.
Watching us fuck.
Quickly, I grabbed a hold of Dylan’s hips, halting her. “Fuck, there’s someone up on that hill.”
She paused, my dick still inside her.
A man was standing high up on the grassy knoll. He was far away enough that I couldn’t make out his face, which meant he couldn’t make ours out either. Luckily.
“You want to go inside?”
“No way. Let him watch,” Dylan said, surprising me for the upteenth time that day.
She resumed fucking me, while I kept looking towards the figure on the hill who was frozen in his place.
I'd be rooted to the ground too if I stumbled across two people fucking like animals in broad daylight.
I decided it was time for me to take control.
Grabbing her hips, Dylan arched her back in response. She flicked her long, dark hair back, the wetness making it stick to her back.
I started railing her, hard, controlled and deep.
“You like to be watched, don't you?” I asked as I slammed into her again and again.
“I fucking love it,” she panted.
She reached up, snaking an arm around my neck, so her body was flush to my chest. Her perfect breasts bounced in the sunlight as she showed off her incredible body to the stranger on the hill.
"You want him to watch me fuck your tight pussy?"
I was surprised at how much this was turning me on. Normally, the thought of another guy looking at her would make me rage, but this was different.
She moaned in response.
"You fucking say it," I demanded.
"Y-yes. I want him to watch you fuck me," she panted.
I pushed her back down on all fours and thrusted into her again and again and again. Hard and rough. The sound of our skin slapping together reverberated on the sand dunes.
I was on the edge of coming as I slapped her skin hard, leaving my hand print on her ass.
She cried out in pleasurable pain which made me thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until I was blinded by pure white light, utter bliss.
It was fucking phenomenal.
I came deep inside of her and collapsed onto her back, out of breath and blinking furiously trying to get my vision back.
I wasn’t even sure if I was alive.
I’d almost forgotten about the stranger on the hill had it not been for the applause he gave us.
The cunt should have paid us for that performance.