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When I heard the sound of a siren far away, I thought — I'm getting close, and moaned, "Mitch, I need more!"
Chapter Six
Mitch
I was convinced Amy 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."
Her eyes snapped open, and I pressed a finger to my lips while shoving her clothes into her hands with the other. "I don't think they're after us... something else has their attention... but..."
As she struggled with her tank top and skirt, her voice trembled, "I hear Mike and Greg. Are they talking to the police?"
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed impatiently in my pocket. "Quick, shake the sand off. It's Greg calling."
Greg's words were terse and urgent. "Hey, Mitch, you close?"
"Yeah, we're headed for the lot. Amy and I were on the beach... What's happening?"
"Mike and I tailed you two from the restaurant, and we picked up a shadow."
"Damn it, not again! We're on our way!"
I helped Amy to her feet, shaking out her sarong as she twisted her hair into a hasty bun. "Someone's been tailing us. The guys must've called the cops. They're waiting for us by the beach parking lot." I gestured toward the blaring sirens and the cold glow of police lights.
We hastened up the dunes, my eyes flicking over my shoulder, searching the night for any hint of our pursuer. Amy's hand quivered in mine, her fear washing over me like icy waves.
"I thought we were safe with Mike and Greg watching our backs," she whispered, voice quavering.
"We still are. They're the best in the game," I reassured her, my voice a solid anchor in the storm. "We just need to get to them and find out what's going on."
As we closed in, the frenetic red and blue lights seemed to crescendo, casting an eerie sheen across the sand. "Stick close," I warned Amy as we neared the chaotic scene.
Out of nowhere, a shadow flitted between the parked cars, a desperate attempt at concealment. "Shit, there he is!" I barked, yanking Amy to my side protectively.
"Who is it?" she whimpered, fear making her voice tremble.
"I don't know, but you've been attacked before. We can't take any chances."
