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If I wasn’t convinced it could get even better than this, with the warmth of time, the power of love, and a stack of memories to go alongside it, I’d be quite happy to collect my chips and check out right now, just as long as Landon gave me a final earth shattering, leaf-loosening orgasm to send me on my way that is.
Landon
This vacation seems like it’s going to be over just when I’m beginning to enjoy myself. I thought this was going to be torturous at best, impossible to cope with at worst. To be honest, I didn’t even see myself getting through the whole thing before I actually got here. I know I’d promised the coach, and the owners of Shoreville, but Dad and I aren’t exactly peas in a pod, I’d met Rachel before but didn’t have all that much in common with her as nice as she is, and knew nothing at all about Tilly, beyond her name and an approximation of her age.
This wonderful, mysterious girl was the only variable in a potentially mind-numbingly boring equation, and what an incredible variable she’s turned out to be. I’m not sure I can even wrap my head around how quickly things are moving between us, but also how naturally too. It’s not like we are rushing into things because we feel like we’re running out of time, we’re just all over each other because we want to be. Time has nothing at all to do with it, at least not on my end. Tomorrow we go our separate ways, but even though we haven’t said it directly to each other yet, it’s pretty obvious we both want this thing to continue. Do I want to see Tilly again when this is over, the game has changed, I’m back with the team and the dust has settled? Absolutely, I do. If there is one thing I’m good at in this world, it’s understanding what I want and knowing how to achieve it. If I can’t, for any reason, I don’t give up until I’m convinced it’s impossible.
We’ve got some hurdles to jump, some obstacles to clear out of the path, some people to convince, but once we achieve all of that, I can’t see anything stopping us. Until we get there, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun too. I can be myself with this girl, which, when you are a famous footballer and underwear model, with your face and your dick all over the place, is kind of important.
Tilly’s not into me because I throw a ball around a park, I earn millions of dollars a year and I’m well endowed, well perhaps that last one, she’s into me because we have fun together and she likes the way I treat her. I care about her too. I care about what happens to us both after this and I for one want to find out what that is. This is definitely not the end of our journey together. The tiny house, the lake, the two mattresses on one twin bed, the jacuzzi, the decking, the footballs at the end of the garden, my seat, this forest and the tree tops swaying above us, this is just the beginning of our story. The first chapter. The rest is yet to come.
We spread out the rug, empty out the picnic basket just in case we feel hungry and lay down alongside each other. There is a warm breeze lilting through the spread of trees that makes the ambient tempe
rature ideal, and above us, through the crush of leaves and branches that web together to make the canopy Tilly had imagined, we can just about make out the cloudless blue of the distant sky.
It’s a perfect place to fuck. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place to fill with Tilly’s lustful screams as she rips through another series of knee-bending, earth shattering orgasms.
We are on our own in the isolation of the countryside, nothing but the simple sounds of the birds around us for company, or the gentle swoosh of wind battling its way gently through the see-sawing branches, but despite this, despite the fact that no-one can hear us for miles around, we are both silent for a long time.
Perhaps, now that we have finally found our moment of shared perfection, we don’t need to say anything to each other. Perhaps here, without distraction of any kind, we can hear each other without the need for words.
Tilly folds herself into me and slides her hand under my T-shirt and out across my chest. I twist towards her, kiss her passionately and pull her closer into me. She can’t keep that smile away from her face, nor avoid giving me the kind of look that makes me want to take her again, hard and without protection. I know she’s thinking it too. That butter-couldn’t-possibly-melt smile and the horny devil behind it.
“Is this what you meant?”
“It’ll do I suppose.”
“You’re a hard girl to please.”
“I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
That hand works its way across my contours, over my hip bone and around my belly button, teasing me, pleading me, swelling me hard. She seems to have an incredible ability to turn me on doing little else than looking at me.
“That’s a big promise.”
“I’m a big girl.”
“What if I’m a hard man to please?”
Tilly tugs at the bow of cord that keeps my jogging bottoms tight around my waist and together we watch the two laces separate. She holds one in each hand, tugs at them lightly, playing with the tension.
“I guess I’ll just have to work twice as hard if you are.”
“You’re doing everything right so far.”
“Then I can’t lose.”
“And neither can I.”
Tilly’s dress comes apart just as easily, the big buttons turning in their catches like coins passing through the gaps between fingers. My T-shirt comes off under her insistence, her dress quick to follow it, my jogging bottoms a stack of fabric at the edge of our blanket. A light, insistent touch spreads me out onto my back and Tilly climbs aboard to straddle me.
“I like you, Landon. Your eyes, your skin, your muscles.”
She spreads her hands out against my chest, drawing her thoughts into my flesh with the tip of her finger.
“You only want me for my body.”
Tilly smiles. I tug at the edges of her panties and she bats my hands away.
“What can I say? You’ve caught me.”
I pull her down into me, and then flip her so she’s now on her back against the rug. Trapped, pressed into the ground with the weight of my body on top of her, she’s going nowhere, even if she wanted to.
“That was unexpected.”
“I thought you wanted to see the tree tops.”
“I do when you make me scream.”
“That shouldn’t take long.”
