5. Chapter 5 #2
My entire being sags with a calmness I didn’t realize I’d feel. The weight of the world seems lifted from my shoulders in this beautiful place. I’d been concerned I would think of Leia the entire time, but this is honestly the first time she’s even crossed my mind.
I’d been filled with anger and hurt the first few months after the thing , but I’d thought of my ex less and less recently. And now I couldn’t even picture her here with me.
Pocketing my phone, I lean against one of the posts with my arms crossed over my chest and glance around in the dim glow. It’s peaceful here, tranquil and beautiful. I’d planned on booking a flight home tomorrow, but perhaps I could stay a couple days. This place might do me some good.
My eyes fall on the back porch of cottage four… and I freeze.
Now, I don’t believe in spirits or fairies, but if I did, I would have been convinced I’d stumbled upon my very own moon nymph. Her feet are bare, and floral fabric flutters around legs that seem to go on for days, ending in the curve of a perfectly popped ass.
Her hips lean forward onto the railing, and I’ve never wanted to be a two-by-four piece of wood more in my entire life. Speaking of wood…
I palm my rapidly stiffening cock behind the zipper of my travel-wrinkled black shorts.
It’s been a while since my body has responded so fervently to a woman.
Even during the ill-fated closet incident with Tiffy—she’d had to kiss my neck and rub her tits all over me for a few minutes before I had even the hint of an erection.
But now… just looking at this goddess that doesn’t even know I exist… I’m in full-blown boner mode.
Her body is lithe, with two swells on her chest that are covered by a pretty blue-and-white fabric. I venture a guess that they’d be even prettier bare and in my mouth .
Drawing my eyes up her slim neck, I find her face upturned to the moon, lids closed and lips open, as if she’s soaking in the night, absorbing it into her skin and lungs. Though I can only see her in profile, I can tell her face is stunning, with smooth cheeks and a cute, upturned nose.
She’s so still she could almost be a statue, so I startle at the sudden movement of her hand.
My gaze follows it as she reaches up to tug the band holding her ponytail in place.
She shakes her head and silk surrounds her, blowing around in a turbulent maelstrom of blonde hair that appears almost silver in the cool blue light of the moon.
Fuck, I want to bury my hands in all that silk—pulling, tugging, massaging—while I sink into her from behind.
My cock jerks, approving of that idea. The greedy motherfucker is currently attempting to perform a jailbreak from my pants. It’s borderline painful.
Stepping back closer to the cottage, I drape myself in the shadows of the outdoor shower and quietly unfasten my button and zipper.
What the fuck are you doing, Swain? Hell if I know, but I’m aching for this woman I’ve never even seen in full light. She looks so beautiful, the vision of her almost ethereal.
Like she was made to be taken in the moonlight.
Lowering the waistband of my boxer briefs, I release my dick and take it in my hand. The heat of it sears my palm, the heaviness thick and throbbing. Shifting my hand up to my tip, I find it leaking my desire, and I use the wetness to lubricate the first stroke.
God. Yes.
My hips begin to pump against my fist as the goddess ruffles her fingers through her hair and then drifts her hand down that pretty throat of hers. I have to grit my teeth when she continues downward and pauses long enough to give her left tit a squeeze.
What a temptress.
As my hand continues to stroke my weeping cock, she leans forward toward the ocean.
That serves to jut her ass out, and I imagine myself gripping the rounded contours of her hips and plunging into her.
Over and over. Drawing out her wetness with my rough handling.
Then I’d slide one hand up her spine, beneath those gorgeous locks that hang almost to her waist, and grip a handful at the base of her skull.
My breathing grows ragged and then halts in my throat when she reaches down to gather the skirt of her dress in one fist and bunch it up around her thighs. I’m greeted with the delicious sight of toned, tanned legs that I’d like to wear as a scarf.
She fans the material, probably to ward off the humidity of the night, and my mind conjures up beads of sweat on those sexy legs.
And wetness of another kind. If I were behind her, I’d pause long enough to drop to my knees and take a long taste of what I’m sure would be heaven.
My mouth waters at the thought of making her come on my tongue.
What kinds of noises would she make? Soft, pretty ones? Or is she a screamer?
The thought of my name on her lips shoves me straight into an orgasm.
I smash my lips together and internalize my groans of pure pleasure as jets of my release jerk from the head of my cock and land on the floorboards. It’s a lot, definitely more than a weak two-spurt climax, and I sink my shoulders back against the house for support as my knees weaken.
My brain is fuzzy with the sense of euphoria that can only be achieved after a very satisfying orgasm. But it quickly clears when the woman straightens and looks around, her eyes pausing on the shadows that shroud me for a few seconds before moving on.
Did one of my groans accidentally slip past my lips? Was my ragged breathing too loud?
I look down at my softening dick in my hand and immediately feel pathetic. This lady was trying to enjoy a quiet moment alone, and here I am, jacking off in the corner like a common pervert.
No, I’m a stellar pervert. That one spurt went at least two feet .
Shaking my head at my own lame joke, I watch as the woman opens her back door and disappears from view, but not before the breeze carries a whiff of something fruity and sweet toward me.
It mixes flawlessly with the musk of my sex, and I inhale it with the greed of a starving man, knowing instinctively that the scent came from her.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This isn’t me. Hiding and jerking off and sniffing random women. Next thing I know, I’ll be peeping through windows and stealing panties.
You’re just hard up, my man. You saw a stunning woman and took matters into your own hand—literally.
That rings true. Maybe I need to get back out there and have a mindless sexual encounter. But this is definitely not the place to do it. And if the temptress is into sharing or swapping or whatever, then she’s a million percent not the one I need to do it with.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back against the wall, knowing my vacation is over. I’ll book a flight out tomorrow.