“Don’t stop,” she pleads against my mouth.
“I don’t plan on it,” I tell her, slamming into her again and again.
Within a few moments of the fast pace, I feel her begin to tighten around me and her breathing gets heavy, labored. She moans my name again and again as I push her over each wave of her release. It would be easy to allow myself to fall with her, but I’m nowhere near done. After her orgasm ends, I roll us over and pull her on top of me. She places her hands on my chest and looks into my eyes before lifting herself up and falling back down. My hands find her hips and I pull her down harder, watching her expressions change each time she gets closer and closer to her end.
I lean forward and capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling as I continue to thrust into her from beneath. Her back arches and her head falls back as she lets out a loud moan that I’m sure could be heard from clear across the lake. She comes undone, this time, bringing me with her. My release builds and explodes with me no longer able to hold it off. I empty myself into her and her body begins to still on mine. I fall back against the ground and she rests against my chest, not yet having the strength to move. I tangle my hands into her hair, holding her to me while we both work to calm our hearts and lungs.
After we’re both able to find our bearings again, she slides off of me and collapses on the blanket beside me. She lets out a giggle and when I look over at her, she’s running her fingers through her now tangled hair.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never had sex here before,” she says with a smile. “And I’ve never had sex on a first date. Looks like I’m breaking all my rules for you.”
I roll over, pulling her back under me. “I like a rebel,” I tell her, moving my mouth back to hers.
The wind picks up and it’s already rather cold being on the water, so we both rush to get our clothes back on. I start the car and get the heat blasting while I clean up our mess from dinner. I toss it all into the back and climb behind the wheel. As I start driving away from the lake, I look over to see her face lit up from the glow of the dash lights. She looks beautiful, lost in thought. “Would you still like to go have some drinks and dance?”
She smiles and shakes her head. “No, I feel like I need a shower before I can go out in public. I smell like grass and lake water.”
I shrug. “You smell pretty good to me.”
Destiny pulls her eyes from mine and the ride is silent until we reach her house. She looks over at me. “Would you like to come in? Warm up and have some coffee?”
“I’d love to.” I kill the engine and climb out to get her door.
She leads me up to her front door and I wait while she unlocks it and opens it for the two of us. Inside, she leads me to the kitchen, and I have a seat at the table while she works on fixing the coffee.
“How do you like it?”
“Sweet and hot,” I tell her.
She smirks but adds some sugar. She brings both cups over to the table and slides one to me. I pick it up and take a sip. It’s perfect. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I had a great time, even though the date went in a totally different direction than what I had planned.”
She giggles. “You mean, you didn’t mean to seduce me by the lake?”
I smirk. “Me seduce you? You seduced me.”
Her eyes stretch wide. “What? You kissed me. Twice!”
I laugh. “I kissed you. I didn’t pull you down on top of me.”
Her face turns a light shade of pink. “Well, we both wanted it. Don’t act like you didn’t.”
I take a drink of my coffee. “You have no idea how badly I wanted it. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since we met.”
Destiny rolls her eyes. “You got what you wanted. No point in being all sweet now.” She’s joking. I can tell by her grin, but I’m not grinning.
“Oh, there’s nothing sweet about it. I’ve pictured fucking you in every position known to man. I imagined the way your thighs would feel wrapped around my hips. I could practically feel how hot and tight you’d be when I pushed inside you. What we just did wasn’t sweet, and what we’re about to do won’t be any sweeter.”
She’s watching me with her mouth open, like she’s too intrigued to look away. “What are we about to do?” she asks quietly.
“If I have it my way, I’ll take you into that bedroom and spend the rest of the night showing you exactly how not-sweet I am. You’ll be begging me to stop.”
Without warning, she leans forward and captures my mouth with hers. My hands reach out and find her hips and I pull her into my lap. Our kiss is fast and rushed, but neither of us want to slow down. My hands pull her dress open and, this time, she’s sitting up, so it falls off her arms and onto the floor. I unsnap her bra and it falls between us. I push it to the side as I pick her up and set her on the kitchen table before me.
“Lay back,” I demand, and she does on command.
I slide my chair back and stand, hovering over her while I slowly pull her panties back down her legs. Her knees are up in the air and they’re shaking with excitement. I sit back down in my chair and she lifts her head up off the table to see me. I wet my lips and scoot back up to the table. Her folds are pink and glistening with her arousal, and when I lean in and run my tongue up her slit, her legs flop open further and a whimper leaves her mouth.
