Page 17 of Crash
I slide the seat of her bikini to the side and my fingers play around in her wet spot. She slowly and sexily rides my fingers while untying my shorts and folding the waistband, letting the head of my dick spring forth. I glance down, and see the excitement seeping out just a bit and making a trail on my head. She notices it, too, and licks her lips like a tiger seeing its prey.
She adjusts her position, allowing her pussy to sheath the tip for a few moments before I slide in, giving her the full shaft. She contracts and relaxes her muscles with each motion, stifling her moans so as to not alert the others on the beach.
I place my hands on the side of her face and kiss her deeply, taking a few quick thrusts, nearly spilling my seed within her sweet walls. I lift her, and my juices waste onto the ground. I insert my fingers back into her pussy, encouraging her to ride out the rhythm of her orgasm. Silent shudders rip through her body, and she closes her eyes in response to their quiet attack. When she opens her eyes, our gazes lock, and unspoken feelings of adoration abound. The once pigtailed, braces-wearing, goofy sidekick of my baby sister is now mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Was that the correct guess?”
“No. But it was a good one,” she laughs.
Since the depths of the water are around us, I scoop her up, eliciting yelps of glee from her plump lips and run out into it, cleansing us of our dirty hidden deeds.
She leaps into my arms, my balance becomes unstable, and we both fall into the deep. We spring up from the cool waves and return to the shoreline where we sit and watch the sun take a turn to the west where it will rest for the evening.
“Ready to go grab something to eat?” I ask, looking over at Tessa as she admires the scenery.
“Sure. But how about we take it to-go? Maybe, spend the night enjoying each other’s company instead of having boring table talk.”
“That’s good. You go to the shower stall and get changed. I’ll order us something to eat. I can change out at the truck.”
“Okay. Let me grab my bag. Do you know what you’re going to order?”
I think back to when they were in college and home on break. They would order Chinese food and binge-watch TV, crashing where they sat. Come to think of it, Tessa and I had a moment or two even then, but we were always interrupted.
“Hmm, I know you like sweet and sour chicken with fried rice and wonton soup.”
“Oh, he remembers my crash nights with Courtney. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Am I wrong to think we had a few close moments back then?”
“No. Not at all. I was just thinking the same.”
She smiles and kisses me on my cheek before going to change. I pull up the menu and place an online order then change my clothes right there in the car. When she returns, we head back to my place.
THE SOUNDof the movie playing on the TV is the only audible noise as we sit and watch with full attention. While we shared dinner, we discussed what we wanted to do, and watching a horror movie was top on the list. Yes, that outranked sex. We recline on the sofa with her finding comfort in resting on my chest.
A scream blasts my surround sound, and Tessa jumps in response. I pull her into my arms for comfort while she squints her lids closed to not see the bloody action on the screen.
“The whole point of watching a horror movie is to watch the killing parts,” I say, while trying to move her hands away from her eyes.
“Fuck you. I’m not having nightmares.”
“Then why did you want to watch them?”
“’Cause they make the mood even more romantic. You know, all movie-like and shit.” She turns over, facing me, and our gazes meet.
“The guy always saves the girl in the end. Then they run off to a happy ever after,” I add.
“Unless, the killer shows up before, during, or after the credits, hinting at a sequel. Then it becomes a happy moment for now.”
I can’t argue any point because I’ve never heard about happiness for now. I shrug instead and direct my attention back to the TV. I can feel her gaze still on me, and no matter how hard I try to resist, a smile makes an appearance on my lips.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I ask.
“Like what?”
“All creepy as fuck and shit,” I laugh, as she takes a swing at me with my throw pillow. “Ouch. Oh, you wanna play?”
