He didn’t rush but August realized he moved much faster back to his small cabana than he had going to lunch. He never let go of her hand. Now that they were both standing, he realized she was around five-five, maybe a little less, and it made him feel more masculine than ever in his life. All of his reactions to her were strong, none of them familiar.
They stepped from the sand to the back porch and he didn’t slow down. Opening the door, tugging her inside and quickly locked it before trapping her body against the wall with his and cupping her face in his hands.
“Why me, Lily?”
“I recognize your wounds,” she said quietly.
Their first kiss was unlike anything he’d experienced in his life. She tasted so clean, a hint of lime from the water earlier, an undertone of almost brown sugar that made his brain stutter in his skull. Never had a woman’s mouth seemed to fit him so well. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his cargos, restricted and aching to get inside her. Her small hands were on his stomach, beneath his t-shirt, and the contact jolted him like an electric current.
Desperate to feel her skin-to-skin, he yanked his shirt over his head before sliding his palms under hers and soaking up the silken warmth that was Lily. When the soft material disappeared behind him, he was shocked to stillness at the sight of her full, perfect breasts in a demure white lace bra. Hard nipples stabbed against the material as if trying to get closer and August bent his head to suck one through the fabric.
Upper body arching to him, her fingers clenching in his hair, she whispered his name. The single word an accented sigh in the quiet. His hands moved everywhere, needing to strip her, to touch her as he continued suckling first one nipple then the other. Lily’s bra was the last piece of clothing he took from her and the dusky rose nipples hardened impossibly further under his gaze. Her teeth held her full lower lip captive, as if she fought to be quiet.
She was deliciously rounded, soft, every inch of her skin the same golden brown. Strands of her hair curled over her shoulders and teased her breasts; the trimmed curls shielding her pussy were the same silken black. When she moved her hands up as if to cover herself, he stopped her. “No. Please, Lily. Let me look. You’re so beautiful.”
The urge to take her had his blood pounding in his temples and groin until he wondered if she could hear it. “I haven’t had sex in years, Lily. I need you too much.” His eyes lifted to hers and she smiled shyly.
“If you’re worried about me, please don’t be. I imagine the first time will be quick for both of us. I’ve only had one lover and it was long ago. This is…un comienzo fresco, yes? A fresh start?”
Her words scared him, made him wonder if she was looking for more than he was willing or able to give. He stilled and she noticed, giving him a soft smile. “Do not worry, August Lang. You will not stay, I will not go. I expect nothing. You are like my…eh, the reset button, yes? We help each other move past the things that hurt us.”
For the first time in a long time, he exhaled and didn’t feel the pressure of his life and the consequences of his choices so painfully. All he could say was, “I’m sorry, Lily.”
“Never sorry.” She cupped his face in her small hands and pulled him to her lips. “Just don’t stop. Do not stop, August.”
She popped the button off his shorts in her haste to get them off his body and he grinned. Then she was sinking to her knees, taking his clothing with her until she was settled on her heels with his cock thick and hard in front of her. She kissed the tip, her small pink tongue peeking out to lave the drop of fluid slicked there. He felt the shudder through his entire body. When she took him to the back of her throat, he almost fell, slamming both palms flat to the wall behind her.
“Sweet God, Lily.”
She whimpered around his thickness and he watched as she eased back leaving half his dick shiny with the moist heat of her mouth. Her rhythm was steady and skilled. Using her hands, she cupped his balls and stroked the half of his cock she couldn’t take. It was when her eyes flicked up to meet his with a low moan that he almost lost control. “Yes. It’s so good, Lily. So good.”
Her mouth around his dick was one of the most intense visuals he’d ever seen. Her chocolate brown eyes darkened in pleasure and hunger. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, Lily.” He moved to pull away and she gripped the back of his thighs. “I can’t, Lily. I’m on the edge. I’ll thrust. I could hurt you.”
She held him harder, pulling him more firmly against her and his groan bounced off the wall in front of him. Then his hands were in her hair, tightening against her scalp, as he held her still and began to thrust slow and steady. “Lily. Fuck, Lily, it’s so good. Breathe, baby. Yes. Like that. Just relax.” One of her hands moved up between his thighs and cupped his balls. His legs almost gave out, he was hanging on to his control by a thread.
Then she squeezed at the same time she tightened her suction. “Fuck. I’m coming, Lily. Oh god, yes. Yes!” He watched her as he continued to stroke between her lips, watched her determination to swallow everything he pumped into her, still sucking. A hard shudder rolled up his spine and he swore he came again.
For a long time, they remained where they were. She was still softly sucking; he continued to thrust gently, his cock still half hard and wanting her. His stroked her cheek and whispered, “You are so beautiful, Lily. Thank you.” Then he pulled from her lips and bent to lift her off the floor. “And now, pretty girl, it’s your turn.” He spun with her, laying her over the dining table a few feet away, and pulled up a chair. She lifted to her elbows to watch him as he pulled her leg up to rest on his shoulder.
The hair covering her mons was trim but long enough to still be silky soft. He took his time petting her, breathing in the scent of her arousal. She was sunshine and musk, all woman, and his mouth watered to taste her.
Forcing himself to go slow, he dragged one finger between the saturated folds of her pussy, amazed at how wet she’d become from sucking him. Her clit peaked out, hard and bright pink, begging for his tongue. Using just the pads of two fingers, he circled the little nub, watching her face as she tensed in pleasure. When he leaned to kiss it, she sucked air in hard and her head fell back on her shoulders, long hair swishing over the wood beneath her. “So responsive, Lily. I like that.” He leaned forward, one hand sliding up her torso and cupping a full breast. Her nipple was stiff against his palm and he took his time rolling it between his fingers as he planted more kisses along her labia.
“August. Please, August.” Her voice was breathy, low. He was already almost fully hard again. For her.
He settled in to eat her as if starved. Dragging the flat of his tongue from her pussy up to her clit before circling it and giving it a little suck. A slow rhythm to show her he was in no hurry and would let her come when he was good and ready. In three minutes, her entire body was trembling. After five, she was clutching his hair and moaning as she tried to get closer, to guide the pressure of his mouth exactly where she needed it. After ten minutes, she started begging.
When she switched to Spanish, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and sucked on her sweet little clit hard. She exploded, shouting, “Ah mi dios, August. No pare, por favor, no para.” As if he had any intention of stopping when the taste of her sweet come was flooding his fingers and slicking his face. Her hips ground up toward him as her cries turned to whimpers and finally to gasping.
Her torso dropped back to the table but one hand remained in his hair, brushing it back from his forehead as the last of her orgasm drained away. He gave her clit a final kiss and pulled his fingers from inside her. Rising, he bent over her, holding himself up by one arm as he traced her lips with her own essence before claiming them in a brutal kiss.
He notched his cock against her throbbing entrance and she started to raise her legs to his waist to pull him to her when she went still. “Condom, August. Hurry.”
How the fuck had he almost forgotten a condom?
Leaving her splayed on his table, he snatched up his shorts and found the condom in his wallet. Rolling it on impatiently, he moved back to her, slipping just the thick head of his dick inside. Locking his palms beneath her shoulders, he slammed more than halfway home in the first thrust. She screamed, her body arching. Without hesitation, he pulled back and gave another thrust, pushing until he was buried to his balls.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lily. You’re milking my dick so hard.” He stared down at her face for a long moment, his body still, and whispered, “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head with a small smile, “Only in a good way.” Slicking her hands down his back, she rubbed her nipples against his chest. “More, August.” Her legs lifted higher, her heels digging into his ass cheeks and tightening their connection.
Without another word, he went up on both hands and proceeded to pound into her again, and again, and again until she was panting, screaming, sweat running into her hair and down her body. Sweat from both of them.
The first orgasm left his back with crescent indentations from her nails. Her honey flowed over him and he forced himself to keep going, to fight the tightening of his balls long enough to give her one more.
The second climax locked every muscle in her body and she sank her teeth into his shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. The sensation was so strong nothing could have held him in check. His come spurt from the head of his dick so hard he worried about the condom, stream after stream as if he hadn’t just come an hour before. His name was an accented song whispered over and over from her lips, almost a sob.
He lowered himself to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. “Thank you, Lily. You’re amazing.” Her fingers raked through the hair at the base of his neck but she said nothing, simply held him back. As he began to soften, he pulled her up and into his lap as he sat in the chair. Her head collapsed to his chest and she left her hands on his waist.
When he knew he could stand with her without falling, he did. Carrying her through the small bedroom, he pulled out and set her on her feet. After disposing of the condom, he turned on the shower and when it was ready, he guided her inside.
For a long time, they simply stood silently under the water. Lily seemed shy and August felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Never had sex been like that for him. As if he’d lost himself inside a woman’s body and connected with her somehow. He was overwhelmed and he didn’t like it. He didn’t need complications. He certainly didn’t need another relationship.
Into the quiet, Lily asked, “When do you leave, August?”
The question was like a punch to his sternum, as if she could read the thoughts in his head. Clearing his throat, he said, “Three days.”
She said nothing, just nodded and kissed his pec before stepping back to wet her hair. He watched as she washed it, then her body, and realized he and his ex-wife had never showered together in all the years they’d been married. When she was done, she stepped out to the small bath rug and began to dry off. He quickly washed and when he was dry, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went in search of her.
Nothing prepared him for the sight of her slipping her feet into her sandals, fully dressed again by his front door. Before he could say anything, she stepped close and kissed his jaw. “Gracias por la hermosa tarde, August. For the beautiful afternoon. I will not forget it. Or you.” Going up on tiptoe, she left a fragile kiss on his lips and slipped through the door before he could wrap his mind around her words.