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I slowly reach a hand up to her neck and take a firm grasp of it, before racing her backward several paces to the wall. We both slam against it, then we’re clawing at each other. Her nails rip my shirt and my teeth bite into her shoulder like some feral animal. My hands reach behind her back pulling her forward and her head drops back against the wall exposing her neck. I feast on it, not caring if I leave a mark. My mark.
Her fingers work my fly, yanking at the buttons, ripping the last few before shoving my shorts over my hips. I join my lips to hers and kick the combats away, holding her head fast to mine. Her hands find me and wrap around my girth and I can’t help it, I cry out from the relief. I’ve needed this. God, I’ve neededher. My own hands pull up her dress and shove her panties roughly to one side. A finger brushes against her velvety clit and she comes, falling apart in my arms. It takes barely anything.
“More,” she gasps, breathless, against my lips. “Fuck me better.”
“Oh, I will baby girl,” I reply, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth and flicking my tongue over the sore.
I press both hands to her chest, pushing her forcibly against the wall, then straighten out my arms taking a long, hard look at her. We both stand still, out of breath, panting hard. She’s beautiful. Everything about her is raw, fresh, completely authentic. I drop to my knees, her panties still bunched to one side, and bring my lips to her warm, soft flesh. She jumps from the contact and I press her chest harder. I’ve always loved going down on women, but this time it feels like less of an indulgence for me and more of a necessity for her. The girl is boiling over. She moans as I suck on her tenderly, the sounds nothing like the ones I heard through the wall. They are spontaneous, untethered, beautiful. And she tastes gorgeous. Her moans pick up pace and her body stiffens. Her hands come down to my head and draw my mouth deeper until I’m one with her as she shudders against my face.
I give her a few seconds to come down before dragging my tongue along her clit then standing to give her a taste of her high. She moans into my mouth, delirious, and reaches again for my cock.
“Now,” she breathes. “Fuck me better. Now.”
I pull back. Her eyes are swimming with lust and my cock thickens at the sight of her. “You fucking bet,” I say, hooking my hands beneath her arms and lifting her to my eye level. She wraps her legs around my waist and lowers her lips to mine, kissing me slow and deep. I walk at a decadent pace out through the sliding doors, then I bend at the knees and lower her slowly to the deck. The sound of the sea lapping at the struts only adds to the fucking serenity I’m feeling right now. I’m high on her. She doesn’t take her eyes off me as I kneel up above her and reach for my wallet on the table. I pull out a condom and meet her eyes as I slowly roll it down the length of my cock. She bites her bottom lip and a pulse of lust floods through me. I brace my hands either side of her shoulders.
My tip brushes her entrance and she shivers.
“Are you cold baby?” I whisper.
She shakes her head, her eyes hungry.
I dip my mouth to her collarbone and suck gently at the damp skin. She shivers again.
“Are you ticklish?” I murmur, pushing the delicate tank up her stomach and dragging my tongue lazily between the mounds of her breasts.
She shakes her head again, watching me.
I anchor one arm into the deck and run my fingers of the other from the crook of her knee to the top of her inside thigh and she trembles.
I lift my head and lock her eyes. “Are you nervous?”
For a few seconds she does nothing but lick her sweet pink tongue across her dry lips. Then she nods.
“So am I,” I whisper, brushing my lips across her mouth while pushing myself into her warmth, inch by inch. It isn’t a lie. I’m shitting myself. As much as I want this, and as much as it’s all I’ve been able to think about in weeks, I’m terrified of what this will do to us. I push my worry the side. I may only get this chance once. I need to relish every second. I don’t tear my eyes from hers as I slowly bury myself inside her. Inside Aurelia Bird. I know this is every grown and un-grown man’s wet dream come true, but for me it’s something else. She lets out a long breath, a faint cry, a gorgeous sound. I reach her edge and stop, not for her but for me. I won’t last a fucking second if I don’t take this slow. She grips me with her entire body, and her bright, set eyes confirm she’s the one in control, not me. My eyelids slide shut as I try to capture everything about this moment. I feel her wrapped around me, urging me to move, to feel even more.
I open my eyes and see her smiling, blissful. I’m moving now, the sensations throbbing outwards from my groin to my skin, which is prickling hot and cold. I’m fucking her. I’m fucking her, and I’m not stopping. I’m going to take every slow, agonizing thrust I can get, before she comes to her senses, before she realizes I’m past my prime, before she has no choice but to fire me for taking advantage of her. As I look deep into her eyes I know this is the happiest I’ve ever felt inside a woman, and if I never get the chance to be inside her again, I’ll still die a happy man.
“Isaac,” she chokes, suddenly. Her face takes on a pained, stunned expression and I’m fixed by a tight grip around my cock that challenges every urge I have to fire myself into her. Her spine arches and her head rolls back as her cry of release sails across the deck into the wind. Oh, but Jeezus, the feeling of her coming all over me is incredible. I graze a hand across her forehead and she turns her face to kiss the dampness on the pads of my fingers.
I move again into a deeper place and slant my mouth across hers. “God, Aurelia,” I moan into her. My hand roams her breasts and I subconsciously marvel at how they bounce softly as I push into her again and again. Her tight body beneath me holds me close, her small muscular legs wrapped around my hips coaxing me as far as I can go. I bury my face into the taut, silky skin of her neck and breathe her in, while her fingers snake through my hair. Our tongues entangle, our moans combine. And I’m floating up and up. I’m so close but I don’t want it to end. As if reading my mind, her lips detach. “Roll me over,” she gasps.
I fall to my side, pulling her with me, the momentum taking us all the way until she’s straddling me, her baby soft hair forming a veil around our faces. It frames the sense that it’s just us. Us against the world. Us in our little bubble, the way it’s been since I moved her here. I crane my neck to join our lips again, groaning as she pushes herself onto me with torturous decadence.
“It feels even better than I dreamed,” she whispers between each slow thrust.
“You dreamed of this?” Normally, the thought of a woman dreaming about me would have me running for the hills, but hearing Aurelia say it makes me soar.
“You must know I have,” she pants, sitting back and pulling off her tank, giving me a game-over view of her naked torso. I bring my hands down to her hips and feel her as she pushes them back and forth. So close. She moves faster, trailing a finger along my jaw. When she removes it, a pearl of sweat runs a track from the tip to her knuckle. We’re both wet with the exertion of holding back.
“Ride me, Aurelia,” I say, pulling her lips back down onto mine, swiping my tongue across hers.
“With pleasure.” I catch her breath in my mouth as she pumps my cock faster, her small hands gripping my shoulders for dear life. “Oh, God,” she groans. “Oh God, Oh God…”
“That’s it baby, let it go.”
Her groans freeze as her climax overtakes her, then she’s crying out, again, gripping my cock fiercely. I push myself up, wrapping an arm around her waist. She falls across my chest, limp, as I pump upwards into her. I’m right on the edge and it’s so good. My thigh muscles are burning, my lips bleeding as she bites into them. Her arms circle my neck in a vise as she holds on, her breathless cry returning.
“Fuck, Aurelia. Fuck,fuck…” It has never felt like this. A white heat engulfs me and I fuck us both over the line. Her lips move blindly to my ear, filling it with a throaty whimper, as though it’s all she has left.
“Don’t stop, Isaac.”
I grind everything I have into her as the orgasm shoots through my veins, obliterating all that’s around us. She closes in again, one final decadent grip, and I’m gone.
I float down to the deck, rolling her onto her back, my lips molded to her throat. As we lay still, I can feel her heart racing beneath mine, as though they’re galloping together like wild horses. Our breath slows in tandem, our chests settling into a steady rhythm. I don’t know what the hell just happened but that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had lots of great sex, with lots of very experienced women, but none of it has ever come close to this. I’m half in love with this girl, and instead of the thought petrifying me to the bone, it heats me up.
After several minutes of us lying together in post-coital bliss, I feel her take a deep breath. “We should move. I need to meet Nate,” she whispers.
This is not the first time a woman has voiced the name of another man while I’m still inside her, but it is the first time it’s ever felt like a punch to the stomach. I pull out, straightening my arms, and look down at her face. She feels guilty, I can tell. That’s another big difference between Aurelia and the other women I’ve slept with. Either she’s far more human than the rest, and lets her feelings show, or it’s simply because she hasn’t botoxed all emotion from her face. Then, in a split second, it all changes. There’s triumph in her eyes and a confident smile that remains only on her lips.
