Page 96 of Begin Again Again

He gripped her hips and she found herself being lifted like a girl in a movie, brought to his height as he kissed her harder. She wrapped her legs around his hips and when she felt him, hard and thick, her pussy ached. Byron tore his mouth from hers. “We need a better location.”

He took her hand and led her to the bank. There, he sat in the gritty earth and tugged her onto his lap. Feeling self-conscious, she climbed onto his thighs, and they sat staring at one another. Byron’s fingers grazed the sides of her bikini and she shivered, nipples stiff with cold and need. She arched forward, trying to get him closer. Smirking, Byron slid his hands into the soaking green fabric and squeezed. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you,” Beth moaned, barely able to think.

His fingertips closed on her nipples. “You want more?”

There was a hard burn in his eyes, no trace of humour or nerves.

Beth nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want more,” she whispered.

He let go of her breasts and tugged up her bikini, staring at her tits as they lifted and fell. “The way you look…”

“What?”

He shook his head as though furious, then leaned forward to suck.

Beth wove her fingers through his wet hair, rocking hard against his cock. She didn’t know where they could go from here. She didn’t have a condom and they shouldn’t—couldn’t—fuck in public, but she wasn’t moving, wasn’t doing anything except grinding against him.

Byron turned them, pushing her back into the wet earth. Beth barely had time to react before his tongue was in her mouth, hips pressing hard against hers. He felt bigger this way, his chest and shoulders as wide as the sky.

“I want you,” he snarled. “I want you so fucking bad.”

Beth touched as much of him as she could, feeling the contours of his back and the hard lines of his stomach. Her inner muscles clenched, making her thighs shudder, and she knew if she did it again, ten, twenty, thirty more times, she’d come. Come like she used to come during boring Uni lectures, or on the spin bike at the gym—focused on nothing but her own body, her own filthy fantasies. She’d never come like that with anyone in real life before. She rubbed the front of Byron’s board shorts, stroking his cock and making his head fall back. They were sinking into the damp ground, getting dirt all through her hair. It only added to her urgency—touch me now before we both drown.

She closed her eyes, drawing on herself with slow, deliberate pulses. Her thigh muscles shook and her stomach contracted. She moaned, thrusting her tongue into his.

“Beth.” Byron’s cheeks were flushed, his teeth slightly bared. “I want to…”

She nodded without thinking. She wanted it, too. He sat back, pulling a condom from the pocket of his board shorts.

“Watertight,” he said, tearing it open.

He’d planned this. Beth didn’t know if that was confusingly good or confusingly bad. She looked up at the sky, pillbox blue with fluffy white clouds. Byron pulled the string on his shorts and shoved them down. She stared at him, naked in the sunlight, illuminated from every angle. She saw the white of his hips, the red of his long, hard cock. Kneeling by the water, sand sprayed across his thighs, he looked like nothing Beth could compare him to. He angled his shoulders, letting her look. His shamelessness and beauty was incomprehensible. He had a billion pixels, and her eyes were a black and white TV. He rolled on the condom and Beth watched the way she imagined men watched strippers.

“What’s that smile for?” Byron asked, eyes narrowed.

“Just wondering if you need an assist?”

He made his cock pulse up and down. “What do you think?”

“Impressive.”

“You wait.” He snatched her up and pulled her in for a kiss. It was, without any preamble, the best kiss of her life. Beth felt like she was falling into Byron, or he was falling into her, and all the old empty places in her chest were suddenly full. He pulled open the ties on her bikini, rubbing her with exquisite gentleness. His finger dipped inside her, and she pulsed around it, making him grunt.

“Can you… are you doing that on purpose?”

Beth smiled. “Yes.”

“That’s fucking amazing.”

They kissed, not so much to kiss but to twine together. Byron’s cock was at her hip—a small adjustment and he’d be inside her. Beth knew he was waiting, holding himself back. She grasped him, pulling him between her legs.

“Now,” she said, resting him against her cunt. “Take me? Please?”

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