Chapter Twelve - Five
Just the shape of her mouth when she says those words is enough. Her pink lips. The softness of them. And the emotion that comes out.
Fuck me, she mouths. No sound this time. But everything else is still there. “Right here, Five.”
Her hand slips inside my shorts. Grabs me. Her little fist squeezes and I have to close my eyes. One step forward and she’s in my arms, my mouth on her, our tongues doing the sweetest dance as we kiss.
I palm her breast, letting it fill up and spill over in my hand. She moans for me as my other hand slips behind her neck and I grab her hair.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I like that. Do more of that.”
Jesus Christ, Princess Shrike is really playing her A-game today.
No, I think. She’s desperate for you, Five. You’ve left her hanging for six years and this right here, what she’s doing right now, is because of all that time you’ve spent apart.
So I give her what she wants. I back away, letting the hand on her breasts slide down to her waist. I caress the skin that curves around her hip and trace my way down her arm to hold her hand inside my shorts.
“Take them off me,” I say.
She smiles. Her head is tilted up so she can look me in the eyes. And then she gives my shorts a tug and they fall down my legs. My cock is hard. And it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to push her over to the lounge chairs and bend her over.
But that’s not how I want this to go. I have so many better things planned for Miss Rory Shrike this afternoon.
“Now you,” she says, looking down at her one article of clothing.
I hook my fingertips into the elastic of her panties and pull them down. She closes her eyes, then quickly opens them again. Like she doesn’t want to miss a single moment of what’s happening. I bend down, and even though they’ll drop to the ground on their own once I get them over her hips, I hold on to them. An excuse to stay where I am. To look at her pussy. To lean in and kiss her, right between her legs.
“Five,” she says, her hands on top of my head, urging me as she grabs my hair in her fists. “God, don’t stop.”
I don’t want to stop. I want to stay in this moment forever. Just enjoy her. Just open her legs and lick her little nub and make her come right now.
But again, I have so many other, better things I want to do with her first.
“Come on,” I say, leading her towards the edge of the pool.
We jump together. Instinctively. There are no words of caution, no moments of hesitation. We just jump.
The water is cool and refreshing. I linger underwater for a moment, looking at her golden blonde hair as it floats up and around her head like she’s defying gravity.
And then we surface at the same time and enter a different world. A new world. Our adult world. Our shared life together.
“Now what will we do, Five Aston?” she says, wiping water from her eyes. “What’s next?”
I look at the waterfall spilling over the rocks on the far end of the pool and nod my head. “Let’s go.”
We swim. And when we get to the waterfall, we stop and wait. For what, exactly, I’m not sure. But it’s a moment. Something that will embed into our memories of each other and stay there forever.
She smiles. Mouths, Let’s go. And then she disappears underwater and swims into the grotto hiding behind the curtain of water.
Fuck yes, I think in my head. This is how it’s supposed to be. How it was always supposed to be.
I duck under and find her on the other side, already climbing out onto the rock ledge. I see a flash of her pussy as she does this, and impulsively reach over and grab her around the waist, pulling her back in the water with me.
“Five!” she squeals. “What are you doing?”
I hold her tight, my arms wrapped around her to hold her still. And then I lean into her ear and say, “Do that again. Only this time, do it slowly.” I feel her lungs expand against my chest. Like she just took a deep, deep breath. “So I can get a better look.”
She exhales. Looks over her shoulder at me. And swallows.
I have no idea how experienced she is. Sexually, I mean. I know she’s not a virgin because I took that when we were still teenagers. But I made myself let her go. She needed to find her adult self and be her own person. So I didn’t stalk her. God, there was no way I could’ve stalked her. I would’ve made myself crazy with longing and jealousy if I had done that.
So the hard swallow could be nervousness.
“OK,” she says, her small voice echoing off the walls of the cave.
But I don’t think it is.
She struggles, reminding me that I’m still holding her tightly to my chest, and reaches for the ledge one more time. I let go of her, step back in the little grotto pool, and watch as she lifts herself out of the water, knees on the rock ledge, and flashes me again.
Only this time she waits like this. She gives me an invitation.
I step forward, unable to look away at the pink, wet line of her pussy peeking at me from between her legs, and place a hand on her ass.
I catch a nervous look over her shoulder as she bites her lip. And then she drops her elbows to the floor and rests her head on her hands. Puts her ass high in the air. This exposes her in a way that will drive me crazy if I don’t do something about it right…
There is no way my tongue can stop. There is no way my mouth won’t press up against her soft folds and lick—
“Ohhh,” she moans.
I grab both ass cheeks to spread her wide open. I lick her, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit. And even though the initial shock of cold water tempered my hard-on, it’s back now.
A finger slips inside her. The pressure of her muscles clamping down just about undoes my self-control.
“I like that,” she murmurs.
“Do you?” I ask, my voice betraying all the desire building inside me. She squeezes again, her pussy so wet now, and none of it has to do with the swim.
“More,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder. More. Just mouthing it this time.
God, that shit is sexy.
I lean in and bite her ass cheek. This makes her moan, and before I can even make a decision, two fingers are pumping inside her. She pushes back at me. Forcing me to penetrate deeper. I lick her ass and…
She groans so loud, and with such desire, I have to reach down and fist my cock.
“Rory,” I say. My voice is low, almost a growl. I will never get enough of this girl. Ever.
Her ass wiggles in response. Like she’s impatient for me to fuck her.
I step aside, place my hands flat on the rock, and pull myself up out of the water. She climbs into my lap without comment or any sort of coercion on my part. Her head is in my neck, instantly kissing and nipping. Her arms are around me, and mine around her, as she positions herself over my ever-growing cock.
“Fuck me,” she whispers into my ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck—”
My hand slips down her ass and finds her pussy again. Cutting off her request and replacing it with yet another moan.
One of her hands grips my shoulder while the other slides down between her legs and begins to play. Just the friction I feel from her self-pleasuring act is enough to get my hard-on all the way there.
“Five,” she says, breathing hard now. “I want you.”
My princess is aggressive and I like it.
“I want you too,” I say, reaching down as she lifts her hips up. “I don’t care how many times I have you, I will always want more.”
“Good.” She giggles, and that too turns into a moan. Because the tip of my head is pressing against the tightness of her opening. She sinks down on my cock, her head dropping to rest on my shoulder, her muscles contracting around me, just like she did my fingers a few moments ago.
I reach for her tits. I kiss her and bite her tender skin as she slowly begins to rock up and down in my lap.
I want to go slow. I want to drag out every single moment with her right now. I want to make it last forever, and ever, and never have an ending.
But my princess has other opinions on the matter. She lifts up higher and higher each time, practically daring my cock to leave her empty. She fucks me hard, her hips moving with wild abandon. I hold her tight, forcing her down. Making our wet skin slap together until the entire grotto is filled with sounds of sex. Of fucking.
And then, quite unexpectedly, the filthiest words begin pouring out of my mouth. “Yes,” I say. “Slam my cock into your pussy, Princess. Fuck me hard.” I reach for her tit and push it up to her mouth. She licks her nipple, looking me right in the eyes as she does it. Her little tongue darts out and swipes around her dark pink areola in small circles. My mouth joins her, and I swear to God, I have never been so turned on in my entire fucking life.
I lie back on the hard, cold stone, holding onto her hips so there’s no chance of slipping out of her. She scoots up, places her hands flat on my chest, and closes her eyes as she moves her hips back and forth, trying to stimulate her clit.
I reach between her legs and begin to strum her. She sits back up, her hands on her knees to give me more access, and I wish, I really fucking wish I could lick her pussy and fuck it at the same time.
But I can’t, so I strum faster, harder, as her movement becomes more desperate. More erratic. And then… and then there is that one moment of pausing when I know she’s about to come and I’m about to come with her, when things go still.
We explode together, her pussy clamping down on my dick so hard now, I have to wince as everything comes spilling out in one dramatic moment of ecstasy.
She collapses on top of me and I hold her so tight, so happy we’re finally here in this moment, I never want to let her go.
Our hearts race against each other. Beating fast, matching our heavy breathing. Her head is tucked into my neck, her wet hair plastered against her cheek as she finally begins to soften and still.
“I’m not on the pill,” she says, her voice tired, but relaxed at the same time.
“Like I care.” I laugh. “Jesus, Rory. I have been thinking about our future together forever.”
“Me too,” she says. “That’s why I never got on it. I knew the only man I’d ever have sex with was you. And there’s no way I was gonna miss my chance at being the mother of your children when we finally got our fairy-tale ending.”
I’m… a little surprised at this revelation. “You mean you never had sex while you’ve been away at college?”
She shakes her head but says nothing.
“You were… waiting for me?”
“Don’t feel bad,” she says, lifting up her head a little so she can peek at me through one squinted eye. “And I’m not gonna ask what you’ve been doing all these years. I don’t care.”
“The same, babe,” I say, my heart so full of love for this woman, I really don’t know what to think about it. “You are the only woman I ever wanted. Ever.”
She smiles, but says, “Don’t lie. You don’t have to do that to make me feel better. I’m OK with—”
“Lie? Rory, please. I have only ever loved one girl. You. It wasn’t even hard to wait. I knew we’d be together eventually, and here we are.”
She just stares at me for a few seconds. “Are you serious right now?”
“Dead,” I say back.
“But you’re so good now and the first time you were so…”
I laugh so loud, the echo in the cave makes me wince. “Bad at it? Well, in my defense I was only sixteen.”
She giggles. “God, it was bad, right? So, so horrible. I was so…”
“Perfect,” I say. “You were exactly like I imagined. I swear to God, Rory, I relived that night in my head for months.”
“I didn’t even come,” she squeals.
“I know. I felt so bad about that. And I came so fast—”
“It was a typical first time,” she says, smoothing some wet hair way from my eyes.
“I didn’t disappoint you?” I ask. “Because you sure as hell didn’t disappoint me.”
She softens against me even more, if that’s possible. But instead of answering my question she says, “I love you. So much, Five Aston.”
Which answers my question. I did disappoint her back then. But I don’t take it personally. I take it as a challenge.
“Let’s go into the pool house, Princess. So I can make it up to you.” I gently push her off me, get to my feet, and offer her my hand. “Come on.”
We jump back into the water holding hands. We swim under the waterfall and never let go. I never want to let go of her.
We leave our clothes where we took them off each other, walk over to the pool house naked, and leave a wet trail of drippy footprints. When we get inside, I toss her playfully down on the couch and place one hand on each of her knees.
She sucks in air, then chews on her lip as I slowly spread her open. A little whimper escapes her mouth as my head dips low, and when my tongue makes that first sweep over her glistening folds and finds her clit… she lets me make good on my promise.
A knock on the glass slider doors wakes me. It’s dark out now. I have no idea how long we’ve been asleep, probably hours.
“What’s that?” Rory asks, groggily.
“Someone’s knocking on the glass,” I reply, still not fully awake.
But Rory stiffens and sits up, clutching the blanket loosely draped over us to hide her nakedness. “Who?”
That’s when it hits me. Where we’re at. In her pool house. On her family farm. In the middle of nowhere.
Her parents are out of town. Her little brother and sister are back in Fort Collins at Sparrow’s house.
And for a moment, I figure it’s Kate, come to check on us.
But then I make out the hulking body of a man as he presses his face to the window, trying to see inside. Trying to see us in the darkness.
“Oh, fuck,” Rory says.
“Who is that?” I ask.
She gulps air, looks at him, then me, and whispers, “My boyfriend.”