FIVE - JOY

THE WAY HE SAID IT made me all the hotter. Already, the cold water of the ocean was forgotten, even with the noise of the waves reaching in from outside. It was a distant symphony that accompanied what we did.

I had never been one for flings with strangers. It had always been a fantasy of mine to sleep with someone I didn’t know, to just do it and then never see each other again. But this wasn’t anything like my quiet daydreams, the stories I told myself when I was alone in bed late at night. This was real.

He was real. He wasn’t a stranger either. I didn’t even know his name but somehow I felt like I knew him, like I’d always known him. He knew intuitively which parts of me to touch the most, how much pressure to apply when his hand slid between my legs, the right way to kiss me, passionate, aggressive, then soft. He knew what my soul wanted.

And then there was what stuck out from between his legs. It was huge and it tasted wonderful, filling my mouth, making me want him all the more.

When he stripped out of his boxers my jaw almost dropped at the sight of his cock swaying in the air as he moved, then hot and burning against my skin. I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t say no. All I could do was melt and let him take me.

Take me he did. He grabbed me, shoving me over the sofa, my ass pointed towards him. I looked back in time to see his expression change as he entered me. At first, I thought he was too big but then he was in and I let out a gasp of shocked delight.

He stayed in place, perfectly still, filling me completely as he leaned down and stroked my clit between my legs. I shuddered, muttering, “fuck me,” but he ignored my request, teasing me for almost a minute until I was out of my mind with desire. Then he pulled back, sliding the tip right to my entrance before standing still, not moving an inch.

I had no choice but to rock back onto him, wanting him deeper, needing that fullness to return. He let me move, waiting in place as I gradually sped up, shoving back against him.

As I felt my orgasm getting closer, he pulled out, leaving me growling as he lay on his back on the floor, dragging me onto him.

I straddled his hips, plunging down onto his length, feeling it glide all the way into me. I started grinding in place, slowly raising myself with each motion until he held his hands up in the air. I gripped his fingers with my own, using him to balance as I bounced on his shaft, bringing forth the orgasm he’d so deviously prevented from reaching me.

As I slammed down with my mouth open, my body seemed to burst with pleasure. It came from his cock, spreading to my clit, then racing through my body. “I’m coming!” I managed to cry as it happened but then I could say nothing, only pant for breath as I shook in place over him.

When it slowly faded, he rolled with me, twisting on the carpet until he was looming over me, my legs spread wide, his eyes fixed on my pussy, a smile on his lips. “You look incredible,” he said as he slid into me again, watching his shaft vanish from view.

I ran my hands over his chest, filling the chiselled muscles while he began to thrust faster. “I’m going to come,” he said after only a few thrusts.

“Do it,” I said. He looked unsure so I muttered, “Birth control.”

I thought it might shatter the moment but instead he picked up speed, clearly reassured, his mind at rest. It was a sign of how suddenly everything had happened. That was a conversation we should have had before we began, whether it burst the mood bubble or not. But it hadn’t even occurred to me until that moment. That wasn’t like me. None of this was like me.

All I wanted was to feel it happen. I pleaded with him to come, wanting it, needing it. I felt another climax growing inside me and it hit me just before he came. He slammed into me as my body twitched with delight and I felt him spurt hotness deep inside me. I grabbed him, pulling him down, letting his tongue glide into my mouth as I panted away the last of my own climax.

He remained there for a long time but finally he slid free, lifting me upwards, leading me to the sofa where I leaned against him, my whole body still tingling, the heat of the fire suddenly overwhelming.

“That was perfect,” he said, kissing the side of my face. “As are you.”

“I’m pretty far from perfect,” I replied. “I can’t even sea kayak without nearly drowning.”

“We wouldn’t have met otherwise.”

I was silent for a moment before something occurred to me. “Where is my kayak by the way?”

“Down on the beach, why?”

“It had my stuff in it.”

“Not anymore. It was empty, I checked.”

“Great,” I said, groaning at the thought of what I was going to have to do. Replace the car key, new mobile, new bank cards. Brilliant.

“What was in there?” he asked, stroking my hair slowly.

I told him and he sat upright. “That’s a bit of a pisser.”

“You’re telling me. How am I supposed to get home without a car key?”

“Well if you can wait until I’m done here, I can give you a lift.”

“What are you doing here? Buffing the light bulb?”

“Fixing it actually.”

“So you’re an engineer?”

“Of sorts. I fix things.”

“You fixed me,” I said as I ran my hand along his bicep.

“Happy to,” he replied. “You stay there and I’ll go see how things are going.”

He got up, gathering his wet clothes as he went. I stared at his body, still amazed by what had just happened. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of person to sleep with someone I’d just met. Four date minimum for me. But with him, I didn’t even mind sitting naked, or having him strip me, or ride him while watching him writhe underneath me, feel his cock jerking inside my pussy. What was it about him? Something special? I shook my head, don’t think that way. It wasn’t special to him. That much was obvious. He was already back in work mode.