46. Dusty

My hands are shaking from holding back. Cagey energy vibrates through me, making me feel like a bundle of loose wires.

The only thing better than fucking Marnie is making her feel good. Making her forget her worries, whatever it is that weighs on her shoulders, and just focus on something else. Focus on me. It’s almost sadistic, the way I want to pull her strings. Make her dance. She’s under my spell and that makes me feel like a god.

If I’m a god, then that bikini is ambrosia. Keeping her on her knees, I tug the t-shirt over her head.

My gaze is glued to her perfect little tits, even as I drag her sweats down to mid-thigh. I leave them there, turned on by having her half-undressed in front of me. My hands fit over her ass, fingers and palm wide enough to encompass those pliant curves. I want to smack her ass, feel the burn on my palm, but we’re trying to be quiet, so I decide to save that for another day. It makes me feel so grounded, so happy, to know that we have other days. That she’s going to be mine. For a few months, anyway.

There’s just enough light from the bonfire to see her kneeling in front of me. She’s got beach waves, tousled and sexy, hanging around her shoulders. I gather them in my hands and slide them over her shoulders so I can see the delicate line of her collarbone. My fingers follow the curve of her top, dimpling her soft flesh. Hooking the hem, I tug both sides of her top outward, exposing her to the warm night air. Dipping my head, I fit my lips over her nipples while my hands grip her ass. She wraps her arm around my head, gently playing with my hair, swaying drunkenly from my touch.

My hand drags over her hips, following the curve of her pelvis until I find her apex. The fabric between her legs is soaked. I groan, fitting my fingers along her curve. My middle finger dips in, restrained by the fabric, testing the wetness. “Fuck, baby girl. You really did need me, huh?”

She nods, tucking her head under my jaw, swaying against my touch. When she’s not talking back, not being mouthy, I know it’s time to stop teasing and give her what she wants. What we both want.

I spread her out over the sleeping bags, yanking the sweats the rest of the way down her legs. Kissing my way up her thighs, I stop at her apex, breathing her in.

Tugging the suit to the side, I let out the breath I’ve been holding all afternoon.

“So. Fucking. Good.”

My tongue swipes across her folds, dipping into her center. She tangles her fingers in my hair, back arching away from the ground. I suck on her clit, loving the way she shakes under me. I pull back, sliding a finger inside. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come around my cock.”

She looks up at me with a little pout on those lips. “Then you better move quick.”

Chuckling, I dig a condom out of my duffel bag. Taking my time slipping it on, I let my eyes wander all over her body. The bikini bottoms are pulled to the side, exposing that tight pussy. Her tits are out, nipples standing at attention. It’s every bit as good as I pictured. Better, because now I can quench the fire she’s had burning in me all day.

I wrap my hands around her knees, dragging her thighs even wider apart. Holding myself over her so that I can watch our bodies join, I fist my cock, nudging at her entrance so that the tip is just inside. She’s got her hands wrapped around both my wrists, hanging on.

She looks so pretty like this, undone. And I’m the one who unlocked that body. A feeling of deep possessiveness crashes through me and my hips drive forward, plunging most of my length deep inside. Pleasure crackles at my nerves even as my heart dips with concern. Was that too much at once?

She’s trembling under me. Her hand flies to her mouth, pressing her palm over her lips. And then her pussy’s clamping down on my shaft, pulsing and twitching.

I pause like that, entranced by the sight of my cock buried in her pussy. Of her writhing beneath me. Lowering to my elbows, I gather her up against me and murmur sweet words, praise, as I kiss her neck. Her jaw. Her temple.

I could stay like that forever, my cock sheathed in that tight pussy, holding her in my arms. But after a few moments, she starts rolling her hips under me.

My hand smooths over her hair and I stare down at those eyes, flickering in the firelight. “It’s okay?”

She nods, weaving her hands behind my back. Her fingernails lightly scratch down my torso. “I like it when you get a little rough.”

I nod, but my brain is shorting out. Is it really okay? Can I let go?

Her ankle wraps around my hip and she lifts her hips, taking me deeper. I pull back, thrusting hard, testing her reaction. But she’s writhing under me, clinging to me.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

I struggle to whisper, feeling the last shreds of restraint give way.

She nods, locking her ankles together, and that’s the last sensible thought I have. This isn’t just sex anymore, it’s the joining of two worlds. Savage and unrestrained. I fuck her like I need her like oxygen. Like everything depends on it.

It’s a struggle to stay quiet, but a protective instinct urges me to keep it down. My existence has narrowed down to this point. To the two of us.

My friends are outside, laughing, telling increasingly loud stories. But in this tent, it’s just us. And I am falling apart. Rearranging. Being made new.