"Fuck," she gasped, straining for me, her hand pumping my cock like a piston.
"Keep doing that," I gritted. "No, don't keep doing that, I need to the inside of you, now."
Of all the things I ever thought I needed, I never knew for sure until now. Nothing else mattered except sliding inside of her, feeling that scalding hot softness as I began to move, watching her the whites of her eyes glowed in the moonlight as her eyes went wide, and she threw her head back, exposing the milky white of her throat. She gasped in a low, grunting sound as I sank into her as deep as I possibly could.
"Jesus," I swore. That night at the casino... she'd felt amazing there. But like this? With her spread out below me, so I could see her, touch her, bend my lips to her neck as I fucked her? "Oh my God, Charlie...?" I didn't finish my question. I wasn't even sure what it was I was asking. How am I supposed to leave here tomorrow? How am I supposed to let you go? How am my supposed to walk away from this - whatever it is -before it even begins?
There were too many questions, and they all jammed together in my brain so the only sound that came out of my mouth was low, confused moan. Helpless, I bent my head and buried my teeth into her neck, drowning out everything except the feel of her underneath me. Her hands clutched, scrabbling at my back, clawing at my hair, yanking my head back. I could feel her starting to fall to pieces. "Yes," I encouraged her, moving faster. "You let go, I've got you," I didn't know if that promise meant anything to her, but a sure as shit meant something to me. "I've got you," I said again, not even sure what I meant. It wasn't like she was falling...
But maybe, maybe I was.
"Jesus," she gasped, arching upward and straining against me. I could feel her legs clenching, thighs quivering against my skin. There was no sound other than startled, gasping breath, a mirror image of the lapping water against the shore.
And then it was like everything was holding its breath, and that all once her noises filled my head, as she came like a freight train, and I loved every second of it. I pushed myself up on my arms, driving into her harder, loving how she was finally, finally breaking free. She was a wild thing underneath me, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth stretched wide open, and I loved the sight of her and I knew that if I took nothing else away from this ill-fated business trip it would be the memory of Charlie Kendall coming in the moonlight.
Too soon afterward I felt my own body start to shudder. "Shit," I said, pulling back, "I'm going to come," I gasped, making to pull away.
But her legs wrapped around me. "I want to feel," she said, gasping. "Oh my God, you're so hard,"
There is not a man in the world who wouldn't lose it when a woman says that to him, and I was no different. Her words sent direct signal down to my cock, and suddenly I was coming, hard and fast, the kind of orgasm that tears out if you and leaves you feeling like you've left your body. No thoughts clouded my brain, only the static overload of everything.
I came, still inside of her, unable to pull away because she felt too damn good.
But when it was over, something came over me, a regret I hadn't realized I had until just now. "Shit," I groaned, sagging against her chest.
She ran her hands up and down my back, light scratching motions with her nails. "I agree," she said, then laughed to herself.
I pulled back up looking at her and I was pretty sure I was smiling like an idiot because she grinned back at me. "What?"
"I have a room," I chuckled, tucking her hair back from her face. "At the B&B. And I had it all worked out. We were going to leave the restaurant and head over there, and I was going to fuck you slowly in a soft, comfortable bed." I shifted and pulled myself out of her, brushing the sand off my elbows. "Not on the ground in the dark." I slid my shirt on and felt around before I found her pants and handed them to her.
She grinned and sat up again, pulling them on and then hugging her knees to her chest. She fell silent for a moment, fiddling with her shirt buttons and I waited, hardly daring to breathe because my gut told me she was getting ready to say something I really wanted to hear.
"Well?" she said slowly, tracing her finger in spirals on the dark, wet sand. "I mean, there is still time for that."
My whole body stiffened along with my cock. "You mean that?" I asked. "You'd stay over?"
She licked her lips and looked at me from under a curtain of lashes. "We don't have much time," she said slowly. "I think we ought to have as much fun as we can while -" her sentence was punctuated with a shriek because I had already thrown her over my shoulder and started sprinting for my car.