I didn’t pull up a chair, though; instead, I went over and sat next to her on her chaise lounge.
We started to kiss, her lips pressed firmly against mine. I opened my mouth, and let my tongue slip into her mouth. Her skin was so warm underneath my fingertips as I ran my hand down her back, feeling her the hard knobs of her spine. I brought that hand around and pushed back one of the triangles of her bathing suit, squeezing her breast. She groaned softly and kissed me harder, her hands going down to my lap. She started stroking me through my shorts, and then she was unbuttoning them and pulling my cock out. The lounge chair was too narrow for us to both fit on it, so we moved to the grass, which was warm and a little coarse but made me feel like we were doing something primal, exotic, even. I was in high school the last time I’d had sex outside.
She lay on her back and I scooted down, sliding the bottom of her bathing suit down those long legs of hers. Once it was off, I positioned myself between her thighs, pushing them apart. I kept my hands on the tops of her thighs as I leaned down and took a long, slow taste. She inhaled sharply.
“Should we be doing this right here?” she asked. “Should we... should we go inside?”
“It’s fine,” I said as I licked her, already feeling my face slick with her juices. Her whole body quivered. I ran my tongue in slow circles over her clit, at the same time slipping a finger inside of her, and she squirmed underneath me, her breathing fast, her pussy muscles clenching around my finger.
I could tell she was close to coming, the way she was arching her back, fingers clutching at clumps of grass, her eyes squeezed shut. I curled my finger that was inside of her, like I was beckoning someone to come toward me, and felt that slightly rough patch of skin right behind her pubic bone. I pressed down on it, and she started whimpering like a trapped animal. She was so wet now I was easily able to slip another finger inside of her, while I kept my mouth against her. I looked up and the sun was cascading down on us, bathing her in this almost otherworldly sort of light, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I was making her feel better than she ever had before; I knew this without her having to tell me.
She let out an anguished-sounding cry when she came, her whole body contracting, her thighs squeezing around my head; any harder, she could’ve broken my neck.
“Oh my God,” she kept saying, letting her legs splay apart again. I wiped my face off on the back of my arm and watched as her chest heaved up and down. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. Holy shit. I didn’t even know that my body was capable of feeling anything remotely close to that...” Her eyes had a cloudy look in them, and there was a deeply contented smile on her face. She sat up, slowly. “Go lie down on the lounge chair,” she said.
I got up and let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and laid back on the lounge chair. Allie stood and then came over to me. My cock was rock-hard, and the only thing I wanted was to get it up in her. Luckily, she obliged. She straddled me, slowly lowering herself down. She was so wet. I closed my eyes, and my hands went to her hips as she sat all the way down on me. She had her feet on the ground on either side of me, and this gave her a different type of leverage than the last time we’d done it and she’d been on top. She moved her hips forward and back and around in circles, leaning way back though, stretching my cock downward. I tried to take deep, measured breaths and not blow my load then and there.
And then she’d stop doing that and she’d lift her ass up, as though she was going to get off of me, my cock sliding out almost all the way, just the head still inside of her. She balanced there, not moving for what seemed an excruciatingly long time. But then she started to move up and down ever so slightly, not taking me in past the head. She fucked just the head of my cock, and I reached around and slapped her ass, hard enough to hurt my hand, hard enough to probably leave a mark.
“Fuck,” I growled, and right as I said this, she let her knees bend. and she dropped down, taking me all the way back in. I grabbed her hips again and held her still; luckily, she didn’t try to move, otherwise, it would’ve been done and over with right then and there.
“Just hold still a sec,” I said. “Easy there.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she said. “You feel so good. I feel like I’m about to come again. Is that even possible?”
But hearing that was like a challenge issued: if she was close to coming a second time, I sure as hell wanted to make sure that it happened. And so we started to move again, and I reached up and touched her breasts, then licked my fingertips and squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. She let her head fall back, and we were both trying not to make any noise but failing miserably. If my parents happened to return early and heard noises from the next door neighbor’s house, they’d probably think that someone was being murdered, or, at the very least, tortured. But that was the furthest thing from the truth, because we were both about to climax, right at the same time, her muscles spasming as she came, squeezing my cock, pushing me past the point of no return. I didn’t even pull out; I didn’t have the wherewithal to do so.
The orgasm peaked, but the feeling didn’t begin to recede immediately, as it normally did. Instead, that feeling continued, it was like prolonged, and it lasted for another minute or so, rolling through me.
Finally, the feeling ebbed enough that it felt like I could control my limbs enough to move. Allie was somehow able to contour herself around me so we could both fit in the lounge chair together. I had my arm around her and was running my fingers through her hair, her body warm and entwined against mine. There was a slight breeze, and the sun was bathing us in this luxurious warmth.
“I don’t ever want to get up,” Allie said. “This is so perfect, right here.”
I kissed the top of her forehead. She was right; there’d be nothing better to do than to fall asleep, wake up in a few hours, and do the whole thing over again. But if I let myself doze now, I probably wouldn’t wake up until my parents got back, and I couldn’t have them finding us out here like this.
“I can’t let myself fall asleep, though,” I said. “Even though that’s pretty much all I want to do right now. I’m not exactly sure how long my parents will be out with Declan for.”
“Of course,” Allie said, her voice heavy with sleep. “That wouldn’t be good if they got back and found us out here like this. That would probably scar Declan for life.”
We lay there for a few more minutes, and then Allie got up. “Should we take a shower, at least?”
“That would probably be a good idea.”
We gathered our clothes and walked into her house. We went into the bathroom, she turned the water on lukewarm, and we both climbed in.
So much for the bike ride.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Allie
Life was undeniably good.
I wanted to shout this from the rooftops, I wanted to skip down the street, I found myself wanting to go up to perfect strangers and just start talking to them. I could not remember ever feeling this good, this happy, about things before. I’d wake up in the morning, and there’d be a smile on my face. I’
d lounge around in bed, luxuriating for a few moments before happily getting up. It didn’t matter if I was going into work or had errands to run, or—even better—was going over to see Cole; I felt as though this sheen of happiness had settled over me and followed me around wherever I went.
“It’s because you’re in love,” Amy said to me. We were sitting at the Black Cat Café, getting dinner after work one evening. We had Caesar salads with grilled shrimp and were both drinking chilled white wine, which was undeniably refreshing on this rather humid day. “When you can’t get the grin off your face and everything seems great, well, that’s how you know you’re in love.”