Chapter 21
Rough Demands And Firm Commands
Once the little fridge is up and running, we fill it with the most perishable goods.
The huge white Yeti coolers contain a shitload of ice, so the rest of the food should keep just fine.
We get things set up and feeling homey for our little getaway, which feels like a nice little domesticity warmup for the pair of us.
Once we've done everything we need to do—which takes all of ten minutes—we take sweating cans of Diet Coke to the porch and sit in the Adirondack chairs and sip in the early evening sun; neither of us feels much like drinking, for reasons neither of us can quite pinpoint.
Story rotates her can in her hands, fingertips noisily denting the tin. "You know what's weird?"
"What's that?"
"I'm kinda nervous?" Her tone makes it a question.
"It's like, we've had to take such a big step back from the physical stuff that it kinda feels like…
a reset, I guess. And I'm nervous, suddenly.
" She looks at me, appraising, assessing, seeking reassurance.
"I know I shouldn't be, but…nothing has ever been as important to me as getting things right with you. "
I transfer my can to the other hand and reach out, take hers. "Well, number one, there’s no wrong thing here. If you're nervous, we take things slow."
"I don't want to take things slow—that’s what’s dumb. I want you. I'm just…nervous. It's silly." She rolls a shoulder. "I get in my head about things, sometimes.”
"C'mere." I tug her toward me, and she sets her can aside and pushes to her feet, allowing me to pull her down to my lap, sitting sideways with my arms around her neck.
"Story, listen. It’s not silly at all. This is about us getting the time alone together that we need.
It's for us, for whatever we need it to be.
If you're nervous, we accommodate that. I have no expectations, honey. I love you. I’m just glad to be here with you, no matter what does or doesn't happen. "
She smiles at me, her eyes full of love and gratitude.
"Oh, Killy. You're too damn sweet, you know that?
I'm nervous, not scared. It's more…nervous anticipation than 'oh god, what's gonna happen and what could go wrong' vibes.” She toys with my hair, her eyes lingering on my lips. "I don't want to take it slow."
"No?" I ask, letting my hand roam down her back to the curve of her ass and thigh. "Then what do you want?"
She shifts a shoulder in a small shrug. "I dunno. A kiss?”
"Ah. Just a kiss?" I cup the back of her head and caress her ass and thigh. "Like this?"
I lean in, touch my lips to hers—it's soft and slow and gentle and easy, closed-mouth, no tongue.
She breaks, rests her forehead on mine, nodding. "That's an excellent place to start." She inhales a deep breath and lets it out, pulling away to look at me from up close, eyes on my lips. "I think we could do better, though."
"Oh? I dunno," I tease. "That felt pretty nice."
"Pretty nice?" She fakes offense. "We can do a hell of a lot better than pretty nice."
"I happen to agree, as a matter of fact.”
She drifts in again, palm on my cheek, thumb swiping across my top lip. "Try again?”
"As you wish."
Her lips curve in a sly smile, and then I'm kissing her again, and this time I put more of my hunger for her into it. I open my mouth and trace my tongue over her lips and tilt my head to deepen the kiss when she melts against me.
Story rotates to face me, and I scoot my butt forward on the angled seat to make room for her legs behind my back as she wraps them around me.
She's still wearing the cover-up, which is a knee-length sundress-type thing made out of not-quite-sheer fishnet material; it somewhat obscures her figure underneath and doesn’t quite hide the revealing bikini.
"Cute as this thing is," I whisper. "I feel like it's in the way."
"So get rid of it," she suggests.
I kiss her again, this time giving her the full force of my need—she surges against me, whimpering as our tongues tangle, and I tug at the hem of the cover-up.
She lifts her butt so I can work the fabric free and then breaks the kiss, lifts her arms so I can peel it up and off…
and then stands up and does a slow turn for me, showing off.
"Fuck," I growl. "That fucking bikini."
She bites the corner of her lower lip. "It’s the first time I've worn it other than to try it on…
at home, alone. I was out with some girls from work and kinda drunk, and they convinced me to buy it from an online clearance sale.
I got it, tried it on, and put it in the back of my underwear drawer until now.
I'd never, ever wear something this revealing at a public beach or pool, and certainly not around our families. "
The top is sheer black and totally see-through, revealing the entirety of her breasts, her nipples thick and erect at the center of her wide dusky-pink areolae. The bottoms are slightly more opaque in front and totally sheer in the back, revealing her ass.
The effect is fucking intoxicating. She's clothed, but still naked.
I want it off.
Instead, I sit forward and clutch the outsides of her hips as she shifts forward to stand between my knees, rub my hands up her thighs to grip where the thigh bends to the waist. Press my thumbs into the delicate tender hollows of silky skin just outside her pussy.
She whimpers with need, sinking down sideways onto my lap once more.
I nip her lower lip, soothe the bite with my tongue.
She pulls away, brows furrowed, gazes down at me, expression fraught. "Killy?"
I slide my hands up her sides, scour her back, her shoulders, her neck, back down her spine, and scrub them over her belly, halting just below the weight of her tits. “Yeah, sweetheart?"
"More." She crushes closer to me, fingers knotting in my hair and tugging my head back on my neck, then clasping her arms around me and hugging me to her chest.
I meet her mouth, demand her tongue; she gives it, eagerly.
She breaks again after a too-brief moment. "Feeling less nervous, now."
“Yeah?"
She nods. Kisses me, then pulls back enough to speak, lips moving on mine. "Definitely."
"So then, I could do this…" I take her mouth again, sink my tongue between her lips, growling at the soft, wet warmth of her welcoming mouth.
She whimpers in response, clutches at my head so I couldn’t break the kiss even if I wanted to.
I let the kiss take over my mind, my body.
Let desire pool and build, boil and press.
Slide my hands over her low back, spread them wide to explore the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, and then pause at the string of her bikini top.
It's a simple knot keeping it together, and I pull away from the kiss, hold her eyes, and tug on one of the string ends.
Her eyes go heavy-lidded, hooded, and her mouth hangs open.
I tug a little more, and then a little more, and then the knot falls apart.
The weight of her breasts falling free sends them swaying as the support of the garment dissolves, and the fabric now flutters loose in the wind, strings like streamers behind her.
I pull the thing off entirely, toss it to the wood plank of the deck, and set my can on it so the wind doesn't snatch it away.
And now she's topless for me, bared and beautiful. I fill my hands with the warmth and fullness of her breasts, cupping and lifting them, letting them fall with a hypnotizing bounce.
She grins at me, cupping her own breast and offering it to me. “Kiss me.”
I suckle her nipple into my mouth, my eyes locked on hers. Let go. Lick. Kiss. "Have I ever mentioned how obsessed I am with your perfect fucking tits?”
She turns her torso to drag her other nipple against my mouth. "You have. And I'm glad." She cups my head as I suckle that nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. "They're for you. They're yours, Killy."
I take my time, then. Clutch and caress, lick and suckle, kiss and squeeze, until she's panting and biting her lip.
"I need more, baby," she breathes. "I need you."
"Show me what you need," I answer.
She slides backward to stand up, reaches for my hands, and pulls me to my feet. "What I need?"
She unties my shorts, pulls them away from my unfurling erection, pushes them down until they drop to pool around my feet. Curling a fist around my cock, she strokes my length until I'm fully erect and hard as a steel beam. "I need this."
"It's yours."
She grins. "Best news I've had all day."
"Shouldn't be news. I've always belonged to you."
She strokes me slowly, grinning up at me as she watches my face as I simply stand there and enjoy the feel of her soft, small, warm hand sliding up and down my aching cock.
"I haven't even jerked off since we were together," I warn her. "I'm gonna last approximately thirty seconds."
"I know." She drops her gaze to my cock, watching her hand as she twists her grip around the head in short, shallow pumps. "Which means I'd better get to sucking, huh?"
"Story, I want—"
She covers my mouth with a palm, pulling me off the tiny postage stamp of wood planking that is the porch, feet skritching in the soft hot sand.
"I know. Me too." She leans against me, lifts to kiss me, small strong hand wrapped around my cock, just holding, squeezing gently.
"I want you inside me. I want to ride you.
I want you above me. I want you every way there is. "
I slip a hand inside her bikini bottom and find her slit, cup her sex with my hand, caress the warm, silky skin and the scratch of pubic hair.
"I wasn't planning this today," she murmurs. “Haven't had a chance to shave down there."
I scratch my fingers through the short, dense curls. "Good. I like her just like this."
"Her?" She grins, sniffs a laugh. "We’re anthropomorphizing my vagina, now?"