It was a warm spring night, but the breeze had kicked up. Beth left her shawl on the porch and grabbed an old sweatshirt from the shed. “Sorry, practicality won out,” she said, when she returned.
“Very becoming.” You haven’t any idea how lovely you are, Beth Morgan. You’d look sensational in a burlap sack.
“Shall we?”
The soft dirt path was narrow in spots. They continually bumped shoulders and their arms grazed one another as they proceeded. Each time, his touch sent ripples of warmth through her. She longed to take his hand but dared not. Protect yourself. He’s leaving soon and your heart is fragile and broken. Don’t lose it again so soon.
Fireflies flickered and flitted in the brush and field grasses on either side. “I love this walk. At this time of year, with the lightning bugs, it feels as if the stars have come down from the sky and are dancing around us.”
“It’s incredible.”
“Here we are,” she said softly. “Unless you’re up for wading or swimming, this is the end of this path.”
The creek meandered slowly before them, stars reflected in its dark, swirling depths. It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest skinny-dipping, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet a copperhead on his way out. Instead, he turned and gazed down at her, and their eyes met in the rosy moonlight. Without thinking, he kissed her. Not a quick, friendly kiss. His lips parted hers and his tongue delved deep, drawing her to him. Amazed at her response, which matched his own feelings, he began slowly caressing her back, hands moving up and around to cup her soft, round breasts.
Beth moaned, instantly lost in a haze of desire and longing. Before she knew it, his kisses trailed down her neck, nuzzling as he unbuttoned her dress, kissing her soft skin, journeying to circle and tease her nipples through her thin, lacy bra.
Beth reached up, arms circling his neck. As she returned his kisses, she felt him grow hard against her. With a boldness that took her breath away, she moved one hand down to caress his manhood, breathless at his size.
“Oh, Jesus, Beth, you’re killing me. Tell me to stop now, or I’m not sure I can.”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
He reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off, fingers caressing and probing, slick with her wetness. She was ready for him, so ready, like no woman Lang had ever been with. He reached round and cupped her buttocks, lifted her, and wrapped her legs around him. Huskily he whispered in her ear, kissing and teasing the soft lobe, “this is as far as I go, darlin’, without whipping the old condom out.”
Beth reached down and unzipped him, fingers slipping in to release him. “What are you waiting for?” she murmured.
He reached back and grabbed his wallet, slipping out the condom he kept there for emergencies. “Old condom” was not far from the truth. He prayed it was still useable. He had not planned on this tonight, that was for sure. With hand and teeth, he ripped open the small packet and was sheathed in ten seconds, all the while kissing and caressing her.
“Please, please,” she moaned.
He lifted her and thrust deep, hands gripping her soft, full buttocks. Beth matched him thrust for thrust as they ravaged each other, lost in the heat of pent-up emotions and longing. When they climaxed, it was together, the moon lighting up their blissful faces. Tears ran down her cheeks as she came, whispering, “oh, oh, oh.”
Lang’s legs shook, but he held her, not wanted to separate, not wanting to leave her warm, sweet depths. “Oh, God, Beth, thank you,” he whispered, lips nuzzling her neck. “Are you okay?”
She nodded against him, afraid to speak.
After a long while, he gave her a long, deep kiss and slowly withdrew, setting her wobbly legs down on the soft dirt path. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Wish I was Hercules so I could hold you all night. Where is a boulder or tree when you need one?” In answer, she nuzzled against him and kissed his chest.
After holding each other for a long while, Beth retrieved the flashlight, and they gathered clothes that had been shed in their lovemaking. It took the longest to find her panties, which he had thrown into the tall grass. When he spied them, Lang shouted “Eureka!” and brought them to her, helping her to slip them on. His hands moved up her legs with the silky fabric until they were in place. “Mmm,” he said, kissing her bare shoulder. “We’d better start walking, sweetheart. I’m out of condoms, but my body doesn’t know it.”
She laughed as she felt him harden against her tummy. She reached down and rubbed, just for a moment, before she withdrew her hand.
“Now it’s official. Beth Morgan is trying to kill me.”
She took his hand. By silent agreement, they began strolling back along the path arm in arm. Lang had the backpack and her sweatshirt slung over his shoulder. When they reached the house, he realized that she had not said a word since their lovemaking began.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she said in a soft, tremulous voice. “Thank you for tonight, Lang Dillon.” On tiptoes, she kissed him lightly. “I’d better say good night.”
“Good night, darlin’.”
Beth turned away, took the porch steps two at a time, and disappeared, leaving him standing in the driveway. Deprived of her warmth, Lang felt bereft, a cold creeping over him like nothing he had ever experienced.