“You feel so good,” he whispered as he slipped first one finger, then another, inside of me. I ran my hand up and down his cock.
“So do you,” I said.
We started to kiss—long, slow kisses, our tongues entwining. I moaned against him as he pushed his fingers further into me, rotating his wrist slowly in a clockwise motion. It felt so good, but I needed more, I needed him inside of me.
“I want you inside of me,” I whispered.
He reached over to the bedside table. He opened the packet, then slid the condom down onto his shaft and then lay back on the bed. I straddled him, easing myself lower until I felt him pressing against me. He held onto my hips and guided me down, his cock easily sliding into me because of my wetness. I let out a deep breath as I lowered myself all the way down. He kept one hand gripping my hip bone and brought the other up to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and focused on the warm, tingling sensation that seemed to be encompassing my entire body. I began to rock back and forth. An intense shiver shot up my spine each time I moved my hips back; there seemed to be a spot that his cock would press against just right each time I shifted back. I bit my lip to try to keep from crying out too loudly, but it felt so good I couldn’t help the little moans that escaped from my mouth.
He squeezed my nipple a few times, almost enough to hurt, but not quite, and then brought that hand down and began massaging my clit. It felt so good, I threw my head back and shrieked; if someone had been outside and heard me, they probably would’ve thought I was getting bludgeoned to death. But this was like the exact opposite of that; I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good. I moved my hips faster, grinding into him, not just back and forth, but side to side, and then in a spiraling counterclockwise motion. He was breathing in ragged gasps, his jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck sticking out.
That incredible feeling kept building and building, and I knew with his hand there on my clit and his cock so deep inside me that I would hit the peak in just a few seconds if I kept on like this. Part of me wanted to, of course, but another part wanted to prolong it, ease off a little so we could keep doing it and make it last as long as possible. I liked the feeling of being in control of it, and he groaned as I started to swivel my hips again.
“You’re torturing me,” he said. “God, you look good.”
I started to grind into him, with increasing force, until I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to back off again, make it last, torture him a little more, but I couldn’t. It was as if some unseen force had overtaken me, my body reduced to pure sensation, almost as if my energy was mixing with Graham’s and becoming one. It felt like a gigantic wave rising and overtaking me, and I bit down on my lip as I came. He came a second later, pulling me down on top of him, his arms wrapping around me and holding me there like he was never going to let go.
*****
I realized, as I was starting to drift off, that I hadn’t even mentioned the conversation with my mother, and going out to lunch with her tomorrow. It was dark in the room, but I could tell by Graham’s rhythmic breathing that he’d already fallen asleep. I wasn’t too far behind. I could talk to him about this tomorrow morning, I decided, nestling up next to him.
*****
The next morning, we both slept in, and then woke up slowly, limbs entwined in each other’s. I felt him kiss my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then my lips as I stretched, a smile going across my face.
“So,” I said, “I know we were planning to go to the beach, but how would you feel about going to the yacht club instead?”
He smiled. “Is that a rhetorical question?”
“No. But I talked to my mother yesterday. And I think she was crying, and she was saying that she missed me and she wanted to go out to lunch. At the yacht club, of course, which is basically her comfort zone. I told her we could go.”
“We?”
“Yes. She wanted you to go, too. And she made certain to assure me that my dad would be gone all day golfing, so we wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him.” I paused, thinking about it again. If you had told me at the beginning of the summer that this was how things would be, I never in a million years would have believed it. “How is it things turned out like this? It’s so weird.”
He ran his hand down my side and let it rest on my hip. “I like how you ambush me after a night of sex with this question,” he said. “I’m in a vulnerable state. I’d say yes to anything.”
“Great.” I kissed him. “Thank you.”
“How’d it go with your mom, though? They ready to have you back home?”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But she wants to see us both. It’s really my father that has the problem. So, I think we should go. How does that sound?”
“Like I said, after a night like last night, I’d agree to anything. But sure, let’s do it. Today?”
“Yeah.”
“And it’s at the yacht club? I’ve never been to the yacht club before, you know. In fact, I think I used to make fun of people that would pay thousands of dollars a year just so they could hang out at a place called a ‘yacht club.’ I’m joking … mostly. But do they listen to yacht rock there? That’s the important question.”
I grinned. “I guess you’ll just have to go there and find out.”
*****
Of course, I didn’t really have anything to wear for lunch; I’d left the few dresses and skirts I had at my parents’ house. My dad was probably long gone for his golf trip by this point, but I called Tara instead, and asked if she had anything I could borrow.
“You know, I actually do have something that would be perfect for you,” she said. “And you know what? If you like it, you can have it; it’s a little too long for my tastes. Mom and I are headed to the beach in a few minutes; want me to drop it by?”
“Sure,” I said. “That’d be great.”