Chapter 6 #2
"Summer would have people watching." She got the last button open and pushed the shirt off my shoulders. "I'll take the layers."
We handled the mechanics with more fumbling than grace.
She guided my cock into her wet pussy and I sank in, making her groan.
There was a moment when the angle wasn't working and we had to stop and adjust, shifting positions on the seagrass in a way that was less romantic than either of us would have chosen.
Aimee just laughed at the awkwardness, not mean, not fake, just the genuine amusement of a woman who found the situation funny and also very much wanted to continue it.
I found her laughter more exciting than any seduction would have been.
"Here," she said, guiding me. "Like this."
And then we found the angle that worked.
She was warm and slick and welcoming. I felt myself thrusting into her pussy with a relief that was physical and emotional all at once, the end of a long drought. She made a sound that was half sigh and half whimper and her hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me deeper.
"Fuck, that's a good cock," she whispered in my ear.
We moved together with growing urgency. The seagrass rustled beneath us. The sound of the waves mixed with the sound of our breathing as I fucked her.
I felt her body respond to mine, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back.
"There," she breathed. "Right there. Pound it. Pound it hard!"
I found the rhythm she wanted and held it. Her breath came faster, her body tightening around me. I watched her face in the fading light, the way her eyes closed and her lips parted and her head tilted back against her jacket on the sea grass.
She climaxed with a shudder that ran through her whole body, her voice catching on something that might have been my name. I felt her squeeze around me and almost lost control, but held on, wanting to give her the full measure of it before taking my own.
When she relaxed beneath me, breathing hard, she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Your turn," she said. "It's safe. You can cum inside me."
I stopped holding back. The release, when it came, was overwhelming. I thrust deep and pumped my cum into her with a groan that came from deep in my chest.
She wrapped her legs around me and held me there while I shuddered through it, her hands stroking my back, her body warm and alive beneath mine.
Afterward, we held each other and caught our breath. The seagrass was soft enough, the driftwood log blocking the worst of the wind. I could feel her heartbeat slowing against my chest.
"How long has it been for you?" she asked.
"Years," I admitted. "Sorry if I was rusty."
"You fucked me good," she assured me, grinning at my raised eyebrows. "You made me orgasm. That was some good dicking, Thomas."
I laughed and she laughed and pulled out the flask again from somewhere in the tangle of thrown-off clothing. We sat up on the log with the whiskey and the sound of the water and the sky going from pale to dark overhead.
She leaned against me without making a big deal of it, comfortable and warm inside my jacket, which I had draped over both our shoulders. I put my arm around her and held her, enjoying the swell of her breast in my hand.
"You like my tits?" she teased.
"Love them."
"I can tell. You kept staring at them every time we met."
"Like I told you, it's been a long time since I was with a woman. Sorry if I was too obvious."
"Hey, no problem. I was showing them off for you, anyway."
"I could tell."
Our shared laughter drifted out to sea. I was aware of something I hadn't felt in longer than I could really remember, the feeling of being wanted by another person. It felt amazing and sad at the same time.
Aimee tilted her head up and looked at me.
"Seriously, that was a lot better than I expected," she said. "And I expected quite a bit."
"I could say the same."
"Good." She took a sip from the flask and handed it to me. "I think we should do this again real soon. And regularly."
I hesitated. "I'm going to be pretty busy with the cabin. There's a lot of work to do before the weather really turns bad."
"Thomas. We are not dating seriously. We are not getting engaged. I'm not asking you to take me to prom." She turned to face me more fully. "I see no reason to make this complicated. Complicated is for people who don't know what they want."
Aimee looked at me with the directness I was coming to adore.
"I know what I want," she said. "Some nice company when the mood strikes. A good fuck when the need comes up. Two adults enjoying each other without creating drama that doesn't need to exist." She tilted her head. "Do you know what you want?"
I thought about the question. I thought about the cabin and the land and the long list of projects that needed doing.
I thought about the years of wanting things I couldn't name and not having the words to ask for them.
I thought about this woman beside me, warm and practical and completely without pretense, who had just made it clear that she wanted something simple and was offering it without conditions.
"I'm starting to figure it out," I nodded.
She seemed to find this acceptable. She handed me the flask. We finished the whiskey while the last of the light left the sky and the first stars appeared over the Pacific.
Then we gathered our clothes and put ourselves back together and walked up the coast trail to the main street in the rising dark.
She held my hand on the steep parts, practical rather than romantic, making sure neither of us fell.
At the top she kissed me once, quick and warm, and said she would see me around.
I said she would.
She walked toward her car and I walked toward my truck and the night air was cold, but I didn't mind it.