Travis sat down next to me at the beach while I gazed at the sky, the bright stars that twinkled and flickered on a cloudless night. We were far away from the lights of the house and the town on the island; nothing obscured the view of the brightness of the stars. The whole moment was perfect, especially when Travis put his hand over mine in the sand. He began to stroke my skin with the pad of his thumb, rubbing in slow circles that teased with little effort. Even that touch of his hand after the past couple of days was enough to make me squirm on the sand. I turned my face to look at him, saw that he was staring at me with an intent look in his eyes.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him, my voice trembling from that simple, sensual touch of his hand. He tilted his face in close to mine, taking my bottom lip between his.

“All of these years I’ve thought about you,” he said. “I always wished—I wished that we had met later.”

“I can’t believe you had a crush on me,” I said, remembering all over again the sweet kiss the night of my prom.

“I can’t believe I didn’t tell you. We wasted years without each other.”

I leaned in to kiss him again, a soft kiss that promised more. He responded by putting his hand on my cheek, pulling me closer as he slipped his tongue into my mouth to coax mine. I responded in full, my hands in his hair, and suddenly he was standing up and lifting me with him. He carried me back to the alcove where the large blanket was set up, dusted the sand off of my body with his hands, focusing in particular on my ass. He dusted himself off as well and then sat down on the blanket, pulling me down so that I was lying next to him.

“I want to make up for all the time we’ve lost,” he said, looking down at my body, tracing between my breasts with his fingers. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, tilting my face up to bite his bottom lip. My hands worked to unbutton his shirt as I spoke and he shrugged out of it, his body magnificent and perfect in the light of the fire and the moon. “I want you to fuck me forever, Travis.”

He gave a soft growl and pulled my dress up without hesitation, pulling it up and off of my shoulders. I was naked for him, my heavy breasts swollen and sensitive, pussy hot with longing. He studied my body with half-lidded eyes, his fingers pinching my nipples gently, circling around them until they grew even harder. His hand trailed down my body, fingers tracing my bellybutton before lowering to toy with the small patch of curls just above my clit. He ran his fingers through it, watching my face as I lifted my hips to get more from him.

Travis leaned in then, putting his lips to my ear as his fingertip started to stroke my bud in just the right way.

“I’m taking my time with you tonight, baby,” he said in a soft, velvety voice as he straddled my clit with two fingers and rubbed it up and down. My eyes rolled with pleasure, my hips moving against his hand.

“Travis, I don’t think—”

“I think you can handle it,” he said with a grin, kissing me deeply as he moved his body over mine. He started at my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all along the skin there, occasionally nipping just to cause little jolts of pain that spread through my body, down to my needy pussy. His fingers teased me relentlessly, only occasionally touching my clit as he dipped his finger into me to gather the moisture from the source. He slipped a finger inside of me halfway and started to pump it in and out, never going deeper, just taunting me by pleasuring my opening. I went wild underneath him already, breathless.

“This isn’t fair,” I said when he had dipped two fingers fully inside me but pulled them out just as he was giving me pleasure.

“You’re gonna come so hard when I’m done with you,” he said softly, his lips latching onto one of my nipples and sucking on it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. His tongue lapped at the hard bud before he switched to the other breasts, stroking only the outside of my pussy lips in soft brushes of his fingers.

When he was finished sucking my breasts, he finished his descent down my body, his mouth hovering between my legs.

He swept his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, focusing on my clit when he got there. He only licked me for a few moments before he broke, started to devour me as I bucked against his face. To my dismay, he held my hips still as he sucked and licked my pussy, tormenting me by not letting me move. Each sweep of his tongue got me closer to coming, and I was squirming as hard as I could against his hands as my pussy started to clench and throb. He must have felt it, because he pulled away at the last second, a sly smile on his face as he lifted it to look at me. I pouted at him, flustered and angry.

“Poor baby,” he said, crawling up my body to kiss me. “Are you ready to be fucked now? Is that what you need?”

I nodded, desperate for nothing less. He reached over into the bag and pulled out a wrapper, ripping it open and sliding the condom down his length. Then he put his hands on my knees and held them apart, looking into my eyes as he slid his cock into me without even having to guide it. My mouth was open in a silent whimper as he filled me up and began to grind against the back of my pussy, slowly moving his hips back and forth. Occasionally, he would pull all the way out of me and rub the head of his soaking wet cock back and forth over my slit, making sure to touch my clit with it each time. It sent a lick of pleasure through me that was almost intolerable in how brief it was.

“Stop it,” I begged, wrapping my hand desperately around him to guide him back inside of me. I craved that feeling the moment he stopped every time and it was starting to feel like I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand the teasing.

He shook his head, grinning as he stopped my hand with his. He pinned my hands over my head on the blanket, sliding back inside of me effortlessly and starting to fuck me in a way that was painfully slow. He moved with elegance, his hips in the perfect motion to make me absolutely crazy. I writhed on the blanket but couldn’t pull my hands away from his strong grip. He rode me in long, languid strokes.

“I need more,” I begged him.

“Not now, baby,” he said, grinding inside of me. “Be patient, my love.”

His words made me feel light, even as he tortured me with his slow movements. I raised my hips to meet his, glad that he couldn’t stop me. I tried to move more quickly, and take him deeper and harder, but each time he would pull his hips away completely, leaving me empty and nearly on the verge of frustrated tears. I stopped trying to move then, knowing that he was trying to teach me a lesson. This was his game, and he was going to be thorough. My pleasure only built as he rode against me, especially when he reached down and started to rub my clit in slow circles. He touched it in a way that made me squirm from him, the pleasure so intense that I could barely take it. It didn’t work—he touched me anyway, making me moan loudly as the feeling overwhelmed my entire body.

“I’m going to come, Travis,” I said, unable to quit bucking my hips now.

“No, you’re not,” he said, speeding his hips up. I whimpered as he gave me what I wanted, but he pulled out at the very last minute, making me whine with a frustration that was almost painful.

“Please,” I said in barely a whisper. He leaned down to kiss me, then sighed against my lips and let go of my hands. Instead, he wrapped my legs around his hips and put his hands on my ass to hold me still while he slid back inside of me. This time, he didn’t go slow. He didn’t hold my hands, either, but used his own to bounce my hips against his while he fucked me hard and deep. He was still going slow, but it was more than satisfying to feel him hitting the very back of my pussy in strokes that seemed to claim me entirely.

Finally, he sped his hips up until he was truly fucking me on the blanket. My nails were digging into his back as he pounded into me, his mouth crushed against mine to muffle both of our cries. He reached down to rub my clit with his fingers, and this time he allowed my orgasm to build.

“Please let me come,” I said before he could stop, holding him close with my legs around his hips. He continued to fuck me, hard and fast.

“Do it, baby. Come for me,” he said in a low voice. I bit into his lip, my whole body seeming to throb as I let go and came in a crash against his body. I couldn’t help but cry out in a loud voice and I hoped no one at the house overheard. I shuddered underneath him and felt him come, too, as the throbbing of my pussy brought him over the edge. His body collapsed on top of mine, warm and inviting as he pulled out of my pussy. We were quiet as we caught our breath, but then he kissed me, looking into my eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Jenna,” he said, stroking my lips with his fingers. “I never thought I would again after I let you go.”

I kissed his fingers, tracing his back with my hands. “You found me,” I said, kissing him softly. He smiled, nodding, and rolled over so that he could pull me onto his chest. I found myself dozing and forced my eyes to stay open.

“Can’t fall asleep,” I said groggily. “We need to go back to the house.”

“We will in a minute,” Travis said, petting my hair. “Just a minute, Jen.”

I nodded, but dozed off within just a few minutes.