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Tears welled in my eyes, moved by Mitch's heartfelt words. "Thank you, Mitch. You're an amazing friend, too, and I'm grateful we're in this together... I can't wait to meet Ava."
My stomach grumbled with an undeniable fervor, betraying my hunger. "Perhaps we ought to return home and grab some dinner," I proposed, chuckling sheepishly.
Mitch's eyes sparkled as he countered, "I've got a more enticing proposition." He gestured ahead. "A little further past the next dune lies the Surfside Cafe."
My heart danced at the suggestion. The Surfside was one of those cherished spots I couldn't resist. "What a fabulous idea. I hadn't realized we'd ventured this far," I admitted, stealing a glance at the distance we had covered.
We pressed on until the quaint Surfside Cafe unveiled itself. Seated at an alfresco table with the mesmerizing ocean as our backdrop, I sensed my residual stress dissolving while sipping my Piña Colada. The exotic libation flawlessly harmonized with the serene beach ambiance.
A blissful haze enveloped me as we treated ourselves to a second round of drinks and split a seafood platter overflowing with golden fried fish and crispy fries. Time became an elusive concept, and before I was aware, Mitch gently guided me from my chair, his sturdy hands supporting me as we readied ourselves to return to my apartment.
The surf ebbed and flowed, tickling our toes and tossing our hair. We enjoyed the sparkling stars and the bright moon shining over the water. Mitch wrapped his arm around my waist, and I moaned as our lips met. Deepening our kiss, my breasts pressed against his heaving chest. Finally, he pulled away and gasped, "Amy..."
My head spun with desire as Mitch scooped me up as if I were as light as a feather and took us to a secluded area between two dunes with a bare spot in the tall beach grass. Luckily, the guards could sense our intentions and gave us some privacy. Mitch looked at me with a tender expression and began to speak. "Amy, I've been fantasizing about this moment for months now."
So, when Mitch decided I didn't need my sarong, who was I to argue? My flesh tingled in that certain sensitive spot as I responded to his touch while watching him spread the silky fabric over the sand. My eyes, hooded with desire, gazed upon Mitch unbuttoning his shirt and watched him use it to make a pillow for my head. As I stretched out before him, Mitch stood there, staring at me — his buff torso a silhouette in the moonlight — shorts hung low on his hips.
A little breeze would be nice to cool my burning desire, and that meant that the loss of my panties wouldn't really bother me either, so I shimmied out of them, still covered by my peasant skirt.
The cool air was present only briefly before my skirt was pushed up my thighs, and the coolness was replaced by a hot and moist sensation that ignited pleasure in the most sensitive part of my body. I tried to wiggle away or maybe even closer, but Mitch's firm grip held me in place, and all I could manage was a surprised squeak. The bulging veins in his forearms emphasized his strength. The sudden rush of pleasure mixed with the alcohol was making me feel dizzy, and I was having trouble understanding what I was doing.
Now I was a pool of heat that begged for another form of attention, something to lessen the emptiness and speed along the process Mitch had initiated. That wasn't to be, though, not yet. Mitch raised his head, kissing his way up my belly and chest as he fluidly lifted my comfy tank top at the same time. Then finding me braless, he used two fingers and one nipple to set the unstoppable in motion. The pulse between my legs became a mind of its own, and I finished what Mitch had started, tossing away my shirt completely.
Nothing kept our bodies apart. Mitch slid between my knees where I lay, pressing his chest against mine and going in for a sweet kiss. My excited brown nubs caught on the grooves of Mitch's muscles, adding to the pleasure of our deep, undulating kisses.
Fingers took a handful of my hair, gently but firmly tugging my head back so soft lips could play with the sensitive skin on my neck. Glancing down, I couldn't see what Mitch was doing because his head was level with my chest. I could only feel the kisses creeping down my neck to my shoulder, then across my chest to —
I couldn't hold back a gasp when his teeth scraped across my nipple, shockingly sharp but so gentle that it was only the surprise that wrung the sound from me. Teeth vanished to be replaced by apologetic lips. I relaxed again, melting into Mitch's embrace and watching the top of his head intently, waiting for him to break away so I could feel his lips on mine again.
When I heard the sound of a siren far away, I thought —I'm getting close,and moaned, "Mitch, I need more!"
ChapterSix
Mitch
I was convincedAmy hadn't heard the scuffle in the beach parking lot, at least 100 yards away. Yet, nothing was stopping me now that I was reassured that we were safe as the wail of the sirens grew closer. That realization added a new element to my rapidly evolving passion.
Now on my knees, keeping my voice to a low grunt of pleasure, Amy untied my shorts and grabbed my thick cock, as I pulled a condom from my pocket. After helping me roll it on, she grabbed my shaft and pleasured me, biting her lip when I added first one, then two fingers into her wetness. In return, I bit her lip in the middle of a kiss when she began moving her hand faster in long, quick strokes up and down. Finally breaking free, I pulled off my shorts.
"Beautiful, so beautiful…." I muttered, gazing down at her curves as she circled her clit with her fingers.
Finally, my eyes had enough of watching her pleasuring herself and gazing at me with wild desire. So I eased over Amy and listened to her moans as I planted kisses along her pulse point — no doubt leaving little red marks. They would quickly fade but hang around long enough so I could admire my handiwork and touch the spots, remembering our first time making love.
"Oh, this is a dream…." Amy whispered. Drawing up her knees against my chest for easier access. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, refusing to allow any space between our bodies. But every time I came close to separating her lips, she shifted her hips, denying me entry, teasing me with the gentle back-and-forth motion of her hips against my own. "How bad do you want me?" She teased.
"Two can play this game," I said with a throaty chuckle. Finally, I fisted her hair, pulling her head back. "Amy," I pleaded into her lips, as I tightened my fingers around the flesh of her thigh, holding her in place until I found what I wanted and suddenly put an end to her naughty game.
"Oh, God…Oh… Mitch…" Amy lost all thoughts of playfulness and surrendered to a wave of pleasure, allowing me to pierce her swollen folds. We were letting the excitement build within us slowly, urging us into faster, breathless ecstasy. I watched her tits bounce as she rocked her hips against me, adding to the heat rising and waiting for a release.
She panted wildly, and I slowed down. Then, fully repentant for making me wait earlier, Amy groaned, "Don't stop… oh, Mitch, please."
"So, turnabout is not fair play, huh?" She shook her head and pressed into me. So, we continued where we had left off — fast. I forgot everything but the sensation of her warm wet walls undulating around me. I gasped for breath, using it to express to Amy how much she had affected me in every way possible.
I cupped her breasts to keep them from bouncing to the point of being uncomfortable as Amy's breath hitched in her chest. A thin layer of sweat coated my muscles as I was turning into a writhing beast. She was so close, I could feel it, and I was too. Amy just needed that one little touch to push her over the edge…
She fastened her gaze on my face pleadingly. So, I donated a couple of my fingers to the cause and rubbed her clit furiously to match my tempo. Together, we became one soul as our shared moment turned our bodies into frozen, shining works of art in the moonlight, locked together with the force of our lovemaking. Seconds ticked by before we collapsed, transforming a climax of passion into a tender embrace.
The instant my eyelids fluttered open, I was assaulted by the vivid red and blue strobes painting the dunes in a surreal dance of shadows. Amy was still lost in the throes of bliss, utterly oblivious to the approaching storm. The sounds of Mike and Greg's voices mingled with the staccato of police radios, drifting on the wind from a distance. I threw on my clothes with practiced haste and murmured in Amy's ear, "Don't lose your head, but we're boxed in by the boys in blue."
