29. Luca #3
Once stripped down to my underwear, I race down the grassy hill after her.
The soft earth turns to sand under my feet as I pick my way across the shore, watching her wade out into the water, running her long, delicate fingers across the surface.
A surge of desire fills my cock as I get to enjoy the view of her perfect, round ass skimming the water’s edge until she’s engulfed waist-deep and dives under.
Momentary panic strikes me, watching circles ripple over the top of the water before Sabs erupts through it like a party cannon, her arms extended high in the air. She looks stunning, beads of water glistening off her skin as she swishes her hair around.
I swim, rather clumsily, out toward her. It’s cool but not unpleasant—a refreshing reprieve from the sun.
“This is awesome!” She floats on her back, gazing up at the clouds, her pert breasts bobbing on top of the water.
I love how comfortable she is in her body, and most importantly, how comfortable she is around me.
“I’m glad you like it.” I press my palms to my thighs so I don’t reach out and grab her pink nipples that are taunting me.
She stops floating, pointing to a large protruding rock a short distance away. “Last one there is a loser!”
Although she takes off before I can agree, giving her a head start, I keep up fine. Laughing, we both finally reach the rock, clutching onto it as we pant, our lungs working overtime.
“Have you always been so competitive?” I wipe my chin-length hair out of my eyes before tucking it behind my ears.
“Always.” She grins proudly. I mentally capture an image of her in this moment, looking like a mythical mermaid. “And I almost always win.”
“Living with you and Adler is never going to be boring.”
She playfully splashes me. “You can count on it.”
I do the same, slamming my fist into the water and creating a larger splash than I intended. I watch in horror as a mini tidal wave covers her face. She gasps in shock, blinking hard.
As I open my mouth to apologize, she bats me back just as hard.
Chuckling, I move closer, scooping her into my arms then kicking around in a circle, like we’re doing a water dance.
I take us to where it’s a bit shallower, my feet just about reaching the bottom.
She strokes my light beard with her hand, then leans in to kiss me.
She nips my bottom lip, wrapping her thighs around my body and letting the water take her weight.
The entire world seems to have come to a stop as we explore each other’s mouths.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur between kisses. “The most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
I thought I was a level ten on the happiness scale three minutes ago, but now it’s off the charts.
I harden beneath her as our bodies rub together, and she greedily bucks her hips against me in response.
I’m in heaven, every judder of her hips making me hungrier for her, like tiny little vibrations are running through me.
I can’t believe this is my life. The lapping of the cool water on our skin and her fiery touch creates a heady mix of sensations that I can’t even describe.
“This place is usually quiet, right?”
“I’ve never seen anyone else here before,” I answer.
“Good.” She releases her hold on me then starts toward the tiny island that sits in the middle of the lake.
After a brief swim, we reach the islet, a large tree sitting in the center of the small mass of land. Although it would obscure much of the view if someone were standing on the shore, a hot, naked woman would be hard to miss.
Sabs looks like a supermodel as she steps out of the water, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth as she wrings out her hair and pulls out her ponytail, letting her wet hair tumble down her front, covering her breasts.
My feet are stumps, glued to the ground as she steps out of her panties and places them on a rock before sitting on the sand under the tree’s shade.
“You brought me here to get closer to nature, right?” She grins wickedly as she parts her legs, displaying her delectable, pink pussy for me. “I don’t know if we could get any closer than this.”
“Sabs.” I drop to my knees, crawling over the beach to reach her. I grab her hips, bending down to lick along the length of her wet cunt. I’m instantly greeted by her syrupy-cherry nectar, helping satiate my thirst from the swim.
She fists my hair as I push my tongue into her depths to savor her, holding my face against her as she gyrates against me. The sun warms my back as I devour her, and the way she tastes seems to call to me on an intrinsic level, like I’m powerless to stop my body’s pull to her.
“Luca.” Hearing her moan my name is quite possibly the best sound I’ve ever heard. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I steal a glance up at her while she writhes around. I lick her clit with fervor, her hooded eyelids and the euphoric expression on her face making my cock throb against my wet boxers.
Her inner thighs clench around my ears, signaling she’s close. I slow down, using gentle flicks of the tip of my tongue over her clit, causing her legs to tense even more.
“Please, Luca.” Her plea is a breathy rasp, her pussy is swollen with lust, yearning for release. “Give me what I need.”
I can’t deny her when she’s asked so nicely, so I don’t hold back, licking and sucking until she shatters all over me, a gush of slick slathering my chin. I wish I had a camera to record this.
I return to a gentle rhythm with my tongue, wanting to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her. I think I’m succeeding when she squeals and tightly grips my hair as another orgasm racks her body just as fast.
When I finally decide to pause, after making her come three times in a row, her thighs are trembling.
“Whoa,” she sighs. “If you could get a medal for eating pussy, I’d give you gold.”
Pride floods my chest, my inner alpha embracing the compliment. There’s nothing better than receiving the praise and approval of your omega.
“We should get you back to shore.” I look up. There’s still some cloud coverage, but I can see that they’ll thin out to a crystal-clear sky soon which will make the swim particularly grueling.
She pouts down at my cock that’s swollen from arousal. “So I don’t get to make you come?”
“Let’s call it an IOU.”
Taking advantage of her post-orgasmic haze, I hurry over to the island’s edge. “Race you!”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Chasing after me, it’s clear that her competitive spirit has been ignited once again. “If you thought that giving me multiple orgasms was going to give you an advantage, you’re dead wrong.”
She gracefully dives off and starts swimming, arms moving in purposeful, long strokes while I paddle after her. I could probably go faster, but I’d rather keep my eyes on her.
Victorious, Sabs leaps out at the other end onto the sand, punching the air before holding out her hand to help me up. My limbs ache from exhaustion, but I have no complaints. In fact, I couldn’t be happier as we trek back to our abandoned picnic.
I rummage around in my bag until I manage to find a second compact, foldable blanket for us to pat ourselves down with. I let Sabs towel off first, and by the time she’s done, I’m already dry.
I can’t help feeling disappointed as she pulls her dry clothes back on and settles down on the picnic blanket.
“Here.” I pass her another protein bar. “ I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”
“You’re the one who put in all the work,” she replies cheekily.
I laugh, putting my arm around her as she nuzzles into me.
“Seriously, though.” Her tone turns serious. “That thing you were doing with your tongue. That’s basically some monster-level shit.”
“Monster-level?” Confusion sweeps over me.
“You know.” She flippantly waves her wrist. “Think basilisks with forked tongues. Delilah got me a monster smut book for my birthday, and I’m kinda into it.”
“Monster smut, noted.” I burst out laughing. “I’ll have to replace my books on hiking trails so I can do some extra, uh, research.”
“I’ve already done plenty of research on the mechanics of how I’d make a sex toy with tentacles and a pleasurable tail. But don’t worry, I’m perfectly happy with what you’re packing.” She looks down at my pants, her tongue trailing along her lips. “And I love how much you like to watch.”
My breathing hitches up a notch, remembering the first time we were together with Adler.
“You don’t think it’s,” I wince, “creepy?”
“Of course not.” She frowns. “I freaking loved putting on a show for you. It was hot as hell.”
“A girl I hooked up with before thought it was weird because I mentioned having a fantasy about…”
“About what?” she presses. “Hey, you know I like monster smut and the idea of dragons with twenty-inch dicks, so nothing you say now could shock me.”
“Maybe making a movie.” I raise a shoulder. “So I can watch myself afterward. Just something that I would watch when I’m missing you. No one else would ever see it, unless you wanted to share it with the pack.”
“I’d love that. With an ass like mine, I was made to be filmed.” My cock twitches at the puff of her cherry scent, filling the air. “And maybe we’d show the others, if they’re nice.”
“How did I get so lucky?” I breathe her in. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I feel so—”
“Comfortable?” She finishes my sentence for me. “Me too. I didn’t think it would feel so natural.”
“I guess that’s what it’s like to be scent matches.”
My heart swells when Sabs smiles up at me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she was made for us.