Page 78 of Love Bank
She swiveled her head sharply, her wide eyes nearly dancing. My girl had gotten adventurous, that was for sure.
I took a step back and she came with me willingly. We inched back from the ring of light around the fire pit. Once we were cloaked in darkness, I grabbed her hand and we ran off to the nearest sea cave gauged out of the hill. Right at the entrance, I paused to pull one of the calla lilies Auburn Hill was known for and handed it to her.
The wildflower reminded me perfectly of Lucy. A tall, statuesque beauty, growing pure white petals in the wild that spoke of purity and rebirth. She’d come to me under the oddest of circumstances, but she’d given me a whole new reason for living. I’d come to Hell to live a simple life by myself, a city boy turned hermit at the age of thirty. Instead, I’d found my partner. The one who made this world come alive in bright colors and quirky sayings and weird animal encounters.
Lucy held the flower, looking at me like I’d hung the moon out there, the one giving off just enough light to see each other in the small cave. I walked to her slowly, taking in every detail of her hair, her eyes, the curve of her little ears, the way her chest expanded and fell faster the closer I got. When I stood right in front of her, I gently pulled the flower out of her hands and set it on one of the rocks by her feet.
With steady hands, sure of everything as long as Lucy was with me, I took the hem of her jean skirt and shimmied it up to her waist, exposing her white lacy underwear.
“You like these panties?” I asked her gruffly.
She shook her head slowly, that familiar sparkle in her eye obvious despite the low light.
I reached out and gripped both sides of the lace, yanking hard. The ripping sound echoed off the rocks, then got drowned out by our heavy breathing. I cupped her sex, feeling her heat and knowing she was ready for me despite the speedy and public nature of this encounter.
I let go to fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans, shoving them down with my boxers, needing to be inside Lucy more than I’d needed anything before. She jumped. I caught her and wasted no time notching myself against her opening. She buried her head in my neck, her arms around my shoulders, and bit my neck. I slammed into her, letting the weight of her help slide her all the way down my length.
I paused, needing a second to revel in her heat, the way she fit around me, the little noise she made when I filled her. Perfection.
Then Lucy was sliding my flannel off my shoulders, chanting “off” and making a general nuisance of herself. If she wasn’t careful, she’d knock me off balance.
“Put it on the rock. Hurry,” she mumbled into my neck.
I blinked, realizing what she wanted after a few seconds of blissed-out confusion. One arm at a time, I got out of the flannel while still holding her up and staying inside her, a feat I’d be particularly proud of at a later date. I flung it down, half of it actually making it onto the rock, and had a seat.
Lucy wasted no time, her legs around my waist and her heels dug into the dirt behind me. She rode me like she was Paul Revere warning the citizens of Auburn Hill of incoming soldiers. I didn’t even feel the jagged rock beneath me, only Lucy all around me, filling me with all the love she had to give, transforming me with each slide of her hips. She was wild, out of control, and had never been more beautiful taking what she wanted while giving me everything.
The orgasm took me by surprise, sliding down my spine and tightening every muscle I knew I’d feel the next day. I grunted, spilling into her yet trying to pull back, wanting her to find her bliss before me. She whispered my name over and over in my ear, her words becoming the voice I heard in my head like it was my own. We’d found our bliss together.
The earth began to shake. I squeezed her tighter and held on, not in the least surprised that she’d shaken me to my core.
“Bain. Bain, honey.” The fear in Lucy’s voice had me looking up and blinking back to reality. The whole cave was shaking.
“I think it’s an earthquake!” Lucy scrambled to get off my lap, shoving her skirt down and grabbing my hand.
We ran out of the cave together, but I let go to zip up my pants and get decent before we got back to the bonfire. The shaking stopped, but we didn’t quit running until we came to our group of friends, all huddled around the fire with wide eyes.
The silence was only cut by the crash of the waves, undeterred by a small earthquake. We all looked around at each other, seeing that none of us were injured.
“Um…”
“Did y’all just have sex in that cave?” Amelia screeched.
“Holy shit!”
“The legend…” Rip trailed off, the silence stretching out again as everyone digested that little tidbit.
“Oh come on, guys. We didn’t cause an earthquake.” I pulled Lucy into me, immensely grateful the earthquake had been small and tumbling rocks on the hillside hadn’t been an issue.
Lucy turned her head, eyes wide and her cheeks still pink from exertion. “I don’t know, Bain. Stranger things have happened to me recently. Maybe it’s not the animals. Maybe it’sme.”
I kissed her forehead. “Maybe you’re right. You’ve certainly been magic in my life. You can rock my love bank any day, sweetheart.”
“Same goes for you, my Warden of Wanktown.”
And then my girl kissed me and nothing else mattered, not even an earthquake in some weird small-town legend.
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