Page 97 of Begin Again Again

Byron was pressing into her, and it was another kind of filling, an animal closeness. She turned with him, easing his way, and they moaned together.

“Fuck,” he panted, halfway inside her. “Fuck, Beth, it’s been…”

“So long. Me too.” She blinked, trying to focus. “Fuck me, please? Hurry?”

He moved inside her; the corner of his lower lip tucked behind his teeth. She arched her back as he plunged deep. “Byron! Yes!”

He groaned, withdrew and pushed inside again. Beth grabbed his ass, hard as slate, and he muttered something she didn’t hear. It didn’t matter. She looked up at the sky, drawing in on his cock. It felt good, but entirely different from what she could do alone. Her nerves stretched and stung, and her pleasure was more theoretical, but she loved it, loved being fucked by him. Loved that they were writhing together in the dirt together, water lapping at their toes. It had been so long, and this was perfect, primordial fucking.

Byron pushed into her so deep, their hips touched. “Is this gonna…?”

She shook her head. “It feels really good, but I can’t come from sex.”

The next second, he’d withdrawn. Before Beth could blink, his head was between her legs, the soft suck of his mouth making her scream. His fingers plunged, soft and deliberate, into the place he’d just left. Beth tried to adjust, to comprehend, but an orgasm hit her as it had never done before—like a rushing train, shaking her legs, her head, her bones. “Byron!”

He sucked her gently, tongue pressing lightly against her clit as tears welled in her eyes. She tore at his hair, forcing his head away, laughing, almost sobbing. “Oh, my fucking god!”

“Yeah, you needed that.” In a second he was braced above her again, cock at her entrance. “Can I?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

He felt new inside her, bigger. Beth jolted and gasped as he fucked her, her oversensitive cunt spasming with every thrust.

“I’m fucking close,” he muttered. “So fucking close. Tell me how you feel?”

“Dirty.” The word came unprompted, either because of the sex or because her orgasm had freed the mental real estate to notice how filthy her skin and hair was.

Byron grunted. “Yeah, you like being dirty?”

“I love it.” She drew her hands along his biceps, the hard swell contracting with the pulse of his hips.

“Byron, please fuck me.”

“Harder?”

She nodded, clenching her stomach as he hammered inside her. “Beth. Fuck,Beth.”

That’s it, say my fucking name.She dug her nails into his arms. “Fuck me, Byron. Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am.”

That did it. He gasped and shuddered as he came, his whole body tense as a bow. “Fuck!”

Beth smiled into his shoulders. She’d made him come. And she’d come. “Are you okay?”

He gave a soft laugh. “I’ve never been so okay.”

He lay down, encircling her in his arms, and Beth closed her eyes. She loved his sun-warmed weight even as it made her ribcage ache. She wanted more—more reality tying her to him, to what they’d done.

Byron raised himself on his palms. “Am I okay to…?”

“Sure.”

He pulled out of her slowly, folding the condom into the wrapper and tucking it gingerly into the pocket of his discarded board shorts. Beth thought they were done—wondered if she could clean herself enough to justify sitting in his car. Then Byron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his chest.

“Cuddle time,” he said happily, and they sank back into the dirt like filthy, happy primates.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay there, sunbathing naked. Byron’s chest moved up and down like a hot stone and she listened to him breathe, content to just stay there forever. Then voices hummed over the edge of the rock bowl, people laughing, coming closer.

They both leapt into action—pulling on their togs and plunging into the water. Beth washed off the grit like it was evidence of their sex, freeing it from her hair and the crack of her ass. A man and two women appeared on top of the cliff. Beth turned her back on them and prepared to dive when Byron put an arm across her stomach. “Wait.”

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