Page 17 of Embracing Us

“Your wish…” I reply, lifting my t-shirt over my head before removing my shorts, so I stand in front of her in only my trunks. She wraps her arms around my waist, then lays her head against my chest.

“I still can’t believe this happened,” she mumbles, glancing up at me. “Who knew, when we stood here twelve months ago, how much life would change.”

“Someone had a plan; it just wasn’t us. But I’m forever grateful that they did. Whoever they are.”

“I like to think it was Cupid,” she says. “Maybe he shot you in the ass with a love arrow when you weren’t looking.”

“Well, I’m fucking glad he did. This love thing is awesome.”

After swimming in the ocean, we return to our palm tree and drop down beside each other on our towels. Linda lies on her back, and I prop myself up on an elbow beside her. She bends her knees; they fall open slightly as she relaxes. Our conversation is light as we reminisce about our time together the previous year. Each of us remembering individual highs and lows. Every moment cherished just the same.

The heat of the afternoon hangs in the air as it becomes evening, the sun beginning its retreat. The few people on the beach start to pack up and leave. We make no move to go. She lifts a hand and grazes my cheek with her fingers. “I love you,” she says, softly. I lean down and kiss her, my tongue moving between her lips to explore where it’s been countless times before, every time new but familiar. Her fingers move to my neck. She strokes down my skin to my collarbone then drums softly, causing it to tingle.

“Careful, Beautiful,” I warn her. “Those fingers of yours send me into overdrive.” She moves them lower, running them across my chest, deliberately bumping over my nipple. “You’re being a tease,” I scold between kisses, and she smiles.

“I am, and it’s a deliberate offence,” she replies with a chuckle then straightens her face. “What are you going to do about it, sir?”

“Very immoral things. Bad girls have to learn their lessons. If they don’t, they need punished.” She bites her lip, my cock springing into action in response.

“You want retribution?” she continues, and I place my hand across her stomach.

“Revenge can be sweet; especially what I have in mind.”

“Are you going to tell me?” she asks. “If you want to torture someone, telling them what they are in store for can be a good way to do it. It makes the payback even more delicious.”

“I’m going to make you wait for it,” I tell her, and her eyes widen. She glances towards the sound of the final voices leaving the beach. My hand moves lower to the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She shuffles her heels wider in invitation. “Say please.”

“Please, sir,” she purrs.

“Beautiful, do you want me to do bad things to you here? On this beach?” She flushes crimson, then looks away. I lean down and nip the skin on her neck lightly between my teeth. When I rise, her gaze is fixed on me. “Do you want your punishment now? Is my girl needing some relief?”

She mumbles something incoherent.

“What language was that? It certainly wasn’t English, or Spanish for that matter.”

“That was approval for you to get on with it,” she replies.

“I don’t need your authorisation, remember. You already gave that.” I push myself up, then move to kneel between her legs, pushing them open with my hands. Circling my fingers around each of her ankles, I stretch her so she is splayed wide in front of me. The scrap of red lycra covers her pussy, the only defence between me and my goal. “Keep your legs wide. I want complete access.” She throws her head back further, closes her eyes, and her breasts rise into the air as she arches her back.

“What if someone sees?” she says, the rasp of arousal clear in her words.

“Then they’ll get a show, but there’s no one here, Beautiful. The sun is going down, and everyone has gone home. If you’d rather go back to the hotel…”

“No, I want you to make love to me here. On the warm sand, under the emerging stars.” I drop onto my hands, placing one on either side of her head, my body covering hers. Lowering myself down, our lips meet. She opens her eyes and blinks directly into mine. Her arms wrap around my neck and pull me down onto her, kissing me fiercely. Our tongues dance. My cock hardens further inside my swim shorts. I flex my hips against her pussy, and she responds by kissing me deeper.

“I’m wet,” she whispers, pulling her lips from mine. “I’m ready for my punishment. Fuck me.” Her words knock the air from my lungs. She is rarely so forward when it comes to sex, never mind sex in the great outdoors. This is new territory for both of us. Her increasing confidence is a turn-on, her desire for sex completely erotic.

“What about the foreplay?” I retort, smiling then dropping a kiss on her forehead. “I like to think your experience with me is much more than a standard pounding.” She laughs, and it’s the most wonderful sound. For all our life is good, I want her to smile more, laugh more, and not stress. Between our shotgun relationship, a new baby, my accident, and her delinquent daughter, Linda has been dealing with a lot. I try to make things as painless as I can, but sometimes even with the best intentions, my effect is minimal. I can’t protect her from the heartache. The internal struggles she needs to overcome, no matter how much I love her.

“Being with you is sometimes foreplay enough,” she replies. “What I want tonight is you inside me, rough and ready. So, get that cock of yours out and drill me. Now.” I run my fingers from her collarbone, skimming them down over her skin to her bikini bottoms. With a single finger, I slide the material to one side.

“No warm-up,” she says. “No fingers, just take me. Hard and fast.” My eyes hold hers. She stares straight back at me, determined. “I want you to leave a Linda-shaped hole in the sand.” Her hands lie on my shoulders; she squeezes me softly in encouragement. “Are you being frigid?” she teases. “I don’t normally need to ask you twice.”

“You’ve surprised me, Beautiful. I wasn’t expecting you to ask for a doing in the sand with no warm-up. Twelve months of striving to meet your needs, and all I needed to do was…” I pause, slide my cock from its casing and take her, hard. She groans at the intrusion. Her body eases open but grips me tight. “Wet,” I agree, “but fucking horny. You’ve got me in a vice. Fuck, it feels good.”

“Move,” she orders, firmly, then lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist.

“Feet on the ground,” I growl. “Spread them wide, and don’t you dare close them in search of relief. Feel every inch of me.” She drops her feet, and I thrust inside her further. Her knees flex but don’t reclose around me. Slowly, I move my hips, forcing her downwards into the sand which spills over the edges of the towel. With each thrust, my cock slides in easier, her body submitting to mine.

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