Page 17 of Life's a Beach
He wanted to make this good for both of them.
As he started to pound in and out of her harder, she made little high noises in her throat and he started to rub the edge of his pelvis against her nub when he was inside her.
She cried out hard and clenched around his cock, making him moan and he did it again and again and as she got closer and closer to her orgasm he was hitting her clit with each thrust.
She finally arched her back and came on him, her pussy clenched on him so hard, that he practically saw stars and he came deep inside her.
Flooding her pussy with his cum.
He collapsed to his elbows over top of her, not wanting to crush her with his weight.
Then he rolled to the side, pulling out of her and making them both groan.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her head softly.
She panted against his chest and he felt her lips graze the skin there.
He looked down at her and she smiled up at him.
“You are so beautiful.”
Her cheeks went pink and she smiled, “Thank you.”
He stroked her cheek softly, and she shut her eyes in contemptment.
He watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep and he finally shut his eyes as well.
He had no idea that sex could be like that. But he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that way with anyone else.
He looked up at the ceiling, thanking his lucky stars that he had made the move to a place that had given him the most happiness in his life that had been nothing but a new town and a new city every other month.
He had followed his gut back here and had found the woman he loved. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that there was a reason he came back here, and he tried to remember what it was, but it slipped through his fingers it seemed.
It had been sitting in his head for a really long time. And he wanted to get to the bottom of it or he would never sleep.
He got out of his bed, leaving her snuggled up under the blanket and went to his closet.
He didn’t have many momentos from his life with his parents. Only a few odds and ends and some photographs of his life.
He pulled the box out and knelt on the floor, looking through the pictures.
He finally found the ones he searched for.
An entire album of he and his parents at Myrtle Beach.
There were a few pictures of him at the beach.
One of his favorites was of him sitting on an old sun bleached tree. The roots were white with the sun and the water touched the very outermost roots.
His dark hair stood out and he had gotten tan in the sun.
He was smiling and Gareth grinned down at the younger version of himself.
He looked at the next picture and a memory he was seeking came flooding back to him.
There was a young girl in the picture with him. They were standing in front of a huge sand castle.
Her blonde curls were floating in the wind and she was laughing as she held an ice cream cone. He was laughing as well and his ice cream was melting all over his hand.
