Chapter Twenty-Six
The light strobed against Maisie’s tan skin, illuminating in tantalizing intervals. I pulled down the other strap of her sundress, letting the fabric barely cover her nipples. She gnawed on her bottom lip, watching me kiss her décolletage. She hastily undid my pants, pushing her hands up under my shirt to greedily touch my skin.
Giving in to what we both wanted, I slowly slid the dress down, exposing her tits to the cool summer night air.
“So gorgeous,” I said, bending to tease them.
She nervously glanced out the windows surrounding us in the tower.
“What?” I murmured against the swell of her breast. “Are you nervous someone’s going to see you here with me? All lit up like a sex-crazed goddess?”
“A little,” she whispered, tracing the edge of my ear.
“Wait until they see what we do next.” With my proclamation, I lifted her up, resting her on the rail below the window as her toned legs wrapped around me. I thrust against her as her giggle echoed around the tower. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
With one hand, she moved her red thong to the side, helping me rub my shaft against her center.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Aw, yes, just like that! Dear god, your cock looks so good sliding against me. Fuck me right here!”
We shifted together, helping my length to dip into her pussy. I braced my hand on the window next to her face, trying not to blow my load already. She was so warm and tight, and god it felt so good. Willing my legs to remain steady, I focused on rocking into her, letting her slide down my cock with each sway.
She rolled her head back against the glass, eyes closed. “Yes!” she whimpered. “Yes, just like that!”
I bucked harder. “You feel incredible.”
“I—” She stopped herself from saying whatever it was.
I held her chin, forcing her to look at me, the light flashing against her cinnamon-colored eyes. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” she said, voice thick.
“Don’t.” I covered her mouth with mine. Moving together quickly, each of us clearly wanted to transmute the intense feelings into something physical like an orgasm.
I cracked my eyes open to move her to my other arm, and in the process, something caught my eye. A subtle form in the beam tracing the grass surrounding the lighthouse on the island. It was us, our kinky outline cast all around.
“Check out our shadow,” I said.
She turned, jaw dropping at the sight. Testing my theory, she raised a hand on the glass window, changing the outline on the ground. “It’s weirdly beautiful,” she said in awe.
“It’s proof you’re all around. That what we’re doing here is beyond us.”
Looking back at me, she kissed my chin then all over my face before bringing me in close to her body. The change of the angle made me come. She cried out, her pussy pulsing against me moments later, both of us shattering into the night.
The boat ride home was filled with orgasm-high smiles and grabby hands. It felt like my head and heart were bobbing along the waves, all common sense and logic escaping me.
Once inside the cottage, I lit the candle again and brought it in the room with us along with a warm rag to clean her up from what we’d done in the lighthouse. She watched me wipe her down, mewling in pleasure as I skimmed her aching clit with the rag, eventually dipping to replace it with my lips. She let out a shocked little laugh, tugging my hair as I slid my face side to side, opening her up to me as she fell back on the bed. Looping a leg over each shoulder, I went in for more.
One of my favorite things about being intimate with Maisie was once she opened her legs, she opened her mouth as well. She was vocal and didn't leave me in awkward silence. I loved the way she was always smattering on kisses and little moans of encouragement. Some women put on an act or were way too focused on looking pretty. I liked that Maisie advocated for her own pleasure and lost herself when she got it.
I hummed, taking in all her sweetness on my tongue.
“Mmm, you’re like a human vibrator.” She laughed at her own statement. “Get a finger inside me, please. You do it so well,” she said, mussing with her own hair, freeing her own breast from her dress to roll her nipple.
“Do I?” I teased.
“Yes,” she said breathily, “you do it so, so well.”
I liked this side of her. When her guard was all down and she was just blunt, egoless.
I slid my middle finger inside her and was met with a happy gasp as I circled her clit with the pad of my thumb. I was used to working with my hands, but arguably this was way more fun than fixing a car.
She shifted her hips, silently steering me. When I felt her walls clamp down, I knew to keep the pace and pressure.
“Yes!” She hitched her voice high, the cords on her neck straining, legs wide. “Yes!”
“There you go, baby. Let it out for me.”
Panting, she came hard, her face flushed, breasts heaving.
Recovering for only a second, she pulled me down on the bed, prowling over me like a tigress, yanking off my shirt and shoving down my pants to my knees. I kicked them off the rest of the way then held my cock, inviting her to get on it.
“I’m glad you’re down for a second round,” she said, shimmying onto me, touching her boobs to entice me.
“Yeah, you’re a handful.” I gripped her ass, thrusting in deeper, making her bounce. “Good thing I have two hands.”
“Oh my god!” She sighed, love drunk. “You’re so fuckable.”
Her praise lit me up, along with seeing her toned torso bunch and move with each thrust. Her hip bones swiveled in her practiced motion of riding a cock. She was great at it. It made me want to show her a little something extra I had learned along the way.
“So are you. Look how you’re riding this dick.”
I caressed low on her abdomen and up her ribs. She shivered. “I love how rough your hands are from work. But they’re always so soft with me.”
That was my cue. I laid my hand palm flat against my torso and slid it down until my fingers were forked around the base of my dick in a V-shape, my pointer and middle on one side, my ring and pinky on the other. Instantly, Maisie’s pussy lips dragged against my fingers, her clit gliding against my knuckles, the added texture surely helping.
Her eyes fluttered as she watched what I did. I couldn’t help but fight the smirk.
“Oh,” she said, her tone steeped in wonder as she continued to sway, her center pressing harder against my calloused hand. “Oh, that feels really good.” When we moved faster, her face crumpled for a second. “Wait, move your hand higher.”
I did, causing less direct contact with my knuckles on her clit. The slight adjustment made her moan and throw her head back, squeezing her little feet in overwhelm.
“How? When? It’s so simple—” She interrupted herself with a loud cry.
“Eyes on me,” I said, grabbing her chin with my free hand. “I want to see your pretty face when you come on my cock.”
Panting, all she could do was kiss and rub my finger against her swollen mouth, her little gasps feathering on my skin.
“Yeah, grip this cock.”
Her legs trembled as she continued to ride through an orgasm, her center pounding a lustful beat.
“That's my girl. Do it just like that.”
She squeezed her core tighter, rolling up her pelvis in shallow, little swings, allowing me the raunchiest look at her glistening, stuffed pussy. One sight and I was fighting for my life.
“Baby,” she whined, smacking my leg. “I need to tap out or have you toss me around.”
“Gladly!”
I rolled us and hooked her delicate ankles on each of my shoulders and folded her like a sexy little pretzel while I shamelessly watched my cock pound her pussy until it was dripping with me.
Sated, we collapsed into a heap of messy, cummy, sweaty limbs, both of us staring insensibly at the ceiling.
“In-fucking-credible,” she whispered, dragging a knuckle across my chest.