Page 60 of Aim Assist

But she's too relaxed to pester, so I try to open the mind-body connection between brain and dick, telling it to calm the fuck down.

It doesn't, straining toward that warm, pliable body of hers, knowing that I could unzip my pants and lift her up, and there would be that nice, drenched little hole to slide into.

Just a few quick movements, and I can—

No.

I'm a gentleman. I need to act like one.

So I rest my chin on her head and try to ignore how she shifts to get comfortable, her ass rubbing against my hard-as-granite cock, whose inbox is closed to all messages that don't involve a hell of a lot of sex.

Sex on a beach sounds fun, but I don't want to deal with the sandy aftermath.

Wait until it's dark? If we do that, I can fuck her as much as I want right here, and we don't have to move.

Maybe I can drag her to the car and fuck her there—but I'm getting too old for that level of contortionist bullshit.

We can always go up to either of our rooms, but there's a huge part of me that wants to fuck her where everyone can see—as long as they're in the right place, at the right moment.

Like claiming her in public will cement her to me.

If there was a way to do that, to tie her to me forever, I would do it in a heartbeat.

Marriage comes to mind, but there's that whole thing with needing her on board with that. I have a feeling my little spitfire won't be easy to drag to the altar.

Handcuffs sound sexier, and I'm pretty sure I could convince her to use them.

Maybe I'll stop by the sex store and—

She shifts again and I groan, hugging her a little closer. "You really do seem to enjoy live-streaming."

Her snicker encourages all the dirty thoughts.

All of them, you understand.

And I have decades' worth of dirty thoughts to unpack.

Only a few people walk by now, here and there. The glorious colors of sunset are deepening into a velvety indigo, and stars peek out of the sky, welcoming the night.

Amy wiggles again, enough to disrupt my hold on her. Letting my arms fall to my sides, I watch as she adjusts her skirt to better cover all that and tests the chaise to see if it's wet.

It is.

She soaked it.

She came in squirts, and it was fucking glorious. But if I tell her that, she'll be embarrassed.

"We can sit at the table," I offer, standing and grabbing her hand. Amy ducks away from the gesture, though she follows me to the table.

She's a little distant again. Is the connection we have between us too much?

She ran away after we'd fucked for the first time. I'm thinking my little angel has a flight problem.

But then she stands between my legs when I sit, her gorgeous, bright green eyes staring directly into mine. "What's this about your username?" she asks, out of fucking nowhere.

I grin. "Do you want to know?"

Her eyes narrow into sexy little slits, a dangerous smile curving her lips. That look lights me up inside like a fucking Christmas tree.

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