Midsummer Fling

by Abby Knox

  He growls and pulls me in closer, hushing my mouth with a soft, sensual kiss. A long kiss. His tongue swipes my bottom lip again, testing me. I open to him, and the penetration ratchets up all the excitement that’s been building throughout the day. His hand rests on my knee and begins to creep up my thigh, coming to rest at the midpoint, under the hem of my dress. His other hand is still laced with my fingers. Our tongues slowly savor each other’s mouths. My world transforms into nothing but warmth, wetness, and wonder.

  Chapter 14

  Josh

  It’s the longest drive ever back to the cabin.

  But it’s also the sweetest.

  Who knows how long we kissed on the fountain that afternoon? All I know is we came up for air when we started getting dirty looks from families with small children who were spreading out their blankets for the evening’s free outdoor concert.

  I offered, “You wanna stay for the show?”

  Penny, thank God, shook her head. “I think we should continue this conference next to a campfire.”

  I’m so turned on I don’t know if I’m going to make it back to the cabin, but I don’t want to tell her that. On the ride back along the lakeshore in my truck, Penny holds my hand in her lap, the back of my hand resting in the ruffles of her dress with her fingers laced through mine. I can feel her body heat through the dress while she chatters.

  “I was a girl scout, did I tell you that? Both me and my sister. I would love to see if I still know how to start a campfire.”

  “It’s easy,” I say. “You get some paper, some wood, and some lighter fluid.”

  She snorts in that way that I’ve grown immensely fond of. “We weren’t allowed to use lighter fluid, mister. It was flint or nothing.”

  Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets. “We’ll do it your way, then.”

  By the time we’re halfway to the resort, my hand is not just resting on her lap anymore. I’ve been a gentleman and let her set the pace, but apparently, the pace is meant to torture me.

  The soft flutter of fabric brushes over my forearm. I’m not sure where this trip is going to end, but she’s starting it by brushing my knuckles over the warm skin of her thighs, under the dress.

  “Is this okay?” she asks.

  “Babe, it’s more than okay. I’ve been thinking of getting my hands under that dress since you came out of the bedroom wearing it this morning.”

  Penny inches my hand up higher, moving it back and forth to massage her skin.

  “Really? What have you been wanting to do with your hands?”

  “I’ve got a dirty mind, Penny. You maybe aren’t ready for that.”

  She whimpers as she drags my hand between her thighs so the backs of my fingers are right where they belong, rubbing up against her panties. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”

  “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

  Penny pushes my hand down deeper, the wet heat of her arousal soaking through her panties. She presses her body into me.

  “I’ve been thinking filthy thoughts about your arms, your hands, your fingers. God, even your knuckles are sexy.”

  She now actively rubs the backs of my knuckles against her folds, through the fabric of her panties. I’m gonna lose it.

  “What have you been thinking about, Josh?”

  I let my mouth get away from me because she asked for it. It takes everything in me not to take control of the pace as she rubs my hand back and forth, up and down, grinding against me. Through gritted teeth, I blurt it all out. “I’ve been thinking about your tits. Wondering how they would fit in my hand. What your skin feels like, tastes like. About sucking your nipple into my mouth while I get you off. Wondering how sensitive they are, if they get hard.”

  “Find a place to pull over, Josh.”

  The secluded, scrubby little beach along the highway will have to do. I’m not even sure if there are enough trees to hide us completely from the road, but I don’t care.

  My body needs her.

  “It’s too long of a drive; I needed to kiss you again,” she whispers, grasping my face and hoisting herself up while I work her undies down to her knees. I plant a forceful, sloppy kiss to her mouth, palming her hot, bare lips between her legs.

  She whimpers and pushes into my hand, urging me on, sticking her tongue nearly down my throat. Her wetness coats my searching fingers, which find the tiny swell of need. When I nudge it, she yips against my mouth and bites my lip. “There she is,” I say, circling her clit, strumming it with my thumb, my cock growing harder and harder with every kiss, every moan, and every drip of her arousal that claims me. “Is this the bad girl that wants to come out and play?”

  Penny’s hands grasp the front of my T-shirt, pulling so tight I hear the seams threaten to stretch too far and rip. I don’t care. “I got me a wild one,” I say as I sink my middle finger inside. I massage her there while my thumb keeps working her clit. Her moans against my mouth grow louder, and she has to pull away to catch her breath. The Penny that looks back at me is feral, and I love her.

  “Babe, I wanna put two fingers in, okay?”

  Her fingers claw my shoulder, and her hips angle up, urging me closer still, pushing me to go faster. “Please.”

  “Your pussy feels so good around my fingers, Penny. I can’t wait to taste it.”

  “Now, taste it now,” she whispers.

  “Slow down, honey, we’ve got plenty of time for that once we get back to the cabin. I’m going to feast on you, don’t you worry. One step at a time, though.”

  With a firm swipe of my thumb and the bending of my fingers inside her, my Penny releases all her pent-up energy. She shouts a curse, her hands scrabbling around for purchase in my hair, my shirt, even my ears.

  I hold her close, unzip and pull it out, all the while maintaining a lingering kiss against her mouth. We don’t wait for the aftershocks of her orgasm to subside. There’s no time. She reaches for my dick. “Hold on,” I murmur. Penny watches, astounded, while I smear her juice all over my length, my balls, and my lower abdomen.

  “I want your scent on me. I’ve been dreaming about this for two fucking nights.”

  I stroke the palm of my hand slowly up the underside of my cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, then she looks up at me.

  Chapter 15

  Penny

  “You want me to watch or you want me to handle it?”

  “I want you to do whatever you feel like doing, Penny.”

  I bite my lip and say, “I think I want to watch you, to see how you like it at first.”

  His breath turns ragged as our eyes lock on each other. I let him watch me slip my hand inside the neckline of my dress. His slow caresses up and down the length of his shaft gradually speed up the more he watches me touch myself.

  “Pinch your nipple for me.” I do as he says, squeezing the tight nub between my fingers, biting down hard on my lip. I can’t believe it, but I’m getting aroused again.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to keep you all to myself. Can I? Are you my girl?”

  My heart thumps faster when he says this. A lump forms in my throat and I can barely get out the word. “Yes.”

  Gently I push his hand away from his cock and take all of it in both of mine. His hands cup my face, and he bathes my mouth in a long, slow, passionate kiss. The kind of kiss I’ve dreamed about, but he’s the only one who has ever delivered.

  We come up for air and hold each other’s gaze, our foreheads pressed together, my mouth spread in a wicked smile. The kneading, pumping of my hands continues, building him up, pushing him toward the edge.

  When I sense he’s about to plummet off the precipice, he tries to come in his hand. I instead hold his hands down and let him squirt on the dress.

  “Fuck…your dress, beautiful.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying…fuck my dress.”

  Chapter 16

  Penny

  I’m not sure who that woman was an hour ago in Jos
h’s truck, making out with his hands and jacking him off like a teenager by the side of the road in broad daylight.

  I’ve never done anything that reckless before in my life.

  The logs are assembled in our little beachfront fire pit, I’ve got my flint and my paper, and I’m working hard to get this fire going.

  Josh acts like everything is normal. The things we just did, the whispered promises. It’s like none of this surprises him at all.

  The flint isn’t working as well as it used to when I was a girl scout. Or maybe I have less patience now.

  I swipe and swipe. I glance over at Josh, who’s brought out my lawn chair and has a cold glass of wine already poured out for me on the mini camping table. He’s eyeing me like he’s ready for more, whatever that may be.

  “Stop looking at me like I’m a side of bacon,” I say, unable to hide my smile.

  “Babe, don’t run yourself down. You’re at least a porterhouse.”

  I roll my eyes and say, “You could at least help me with this.”

  He downs the rest of his beer and lets out a massive burp. “You want my help? I can help.”

  He gets up and saunters off while I keep up trying to get the fire lit. Moments later, Josh comes back and he’s holding a small metal can with a spout at one end.

  “Stand back. Way back.”

  And it’s then that I get a glimpse of my future. Someday I’m going to be married to this man, and he’s going to stand in our backyard, drink beer, belch, and be ready at any moment to set things ablaze with lighter fluid.

  The whoosh of flames is pretty damn impressive. “Cheater,” I say.

  “You say that like it matters how you start a fire.”

  “It’s a skill you hone with practice. I earned a badge in it when I was a girl.”

  He pats the chair next to him. “Relax, drink your wine, and tell me all the other stuff you learned in girl scouts.”

  I settle in and sip my wine. “How to start an outboard motor, for one.”

  “Touché.” My glass and his beer bottle clink together and what follows is a long talk into the night in which we share our stories, our heartbreaks, our wins, our failures, and our dreams.

  He tells me that despite his dumb joke earlier, he’d love half a dozen kids or more. He’d grown up with only himself and a single mom, and he wants a big rowdy house full of kids.

  I tell him that someday I want to run my own marketing company that only takes on one client at a time, and would allow me to work from home so I can be close to my family.

  He tells me about the backyard pool he wants to design, complete with a tube waterslide.

  We eat s’mores, drink more wine and beer, point out shooting stars, watch more ships sail by, and I make him the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich over the fire with my favorite cast-iron sandwich maker.

  “Wow,” he says, rubbing his belly and pulling me onto his lap for a kiss. “My mom and I always tried to make those campfire sandwiches and it never worked. Everything stuck to the plates.”

  “The secret is butter. Lots of butter. You gotta lube it up good,” I explain. “Better flavor than the cooking spray, too.”

  “Oh really?” he murmurs, kissing a path down my neck and slipping a hand under the hem of my shirt. “Lube…now you’ve got my attention.”

  “You’re awful,” I tease, leaning my head back to encourage him to cover more of my skin with his kisses.

  His hand travels up my abdomen, fingers grazing over the fabric of my bra. The brush of his fingers triggers a tightening response in my nipples.

  “You bring it out of me. We’d better put this fire out and get inside before we do something illegal,” he says.

  I plant soft kisses on his lips, his nose, and all over his face.

  “You extinguish this one and I’ll wait up. I’ll be the one naked, in the bedroom.”

  Chapter 17

  Josh

  How did I get so dang lucky?

  How did I book this vacation on a total last-minute fluke and a few days later end up naked, in bed, with someone I used to know from this same place?

  And when I use the word naked, I don’t just mean our bodies.

  Sure, Penny is spectacular to me. I can’t stop gazing at, gently squeezing, kissing, and adoring her breasts. I plan on spending every night for the rest of my life getting lost in her curves, her peaks, her valleys, and everywhere in between.

  But what I really mean is how exposed we are to each other.

  “I’ve never told anybody that thing about my coworkers stealing my ideas. I thought it made me look like a doormat. If I complained, I figured I’d become a pariah, and I kind of want to keep my job.”

  She smiles at me, our bare limbs wrapped around each other, her fingers caressing my temples as I speak.

  “I’m so glad you trusted me with that story. And for the record, I believe in you, Joshua. I want to help you build that pool, get your degree, be whatever you want to be. Whatever you do is going to be great, and I want to be there for it.”

  The lump in my throat is threatening to undo me.

  “I love you, Pigtails.”

  Penny’s shoulders shake and in the dimming light, I think she might be crying. The snort tells me otherwise. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you in your gangly adolescence. You made my little pre-teen heart pound. As soon as I realized who you were, I knew fate had intervened. I knew this whole coincidence wasn’t a coincidence at all. We were meant to be together, Joshua. I knew it at ten years old. I knew it when we stopped writing our letters to each other and I think I’ve always known it. You tried to make my day better that time on the dock, and you did. You taught me how to dive and how to do headstands. You drank my terrible lemonade without complaint. Nobody was ever as sweet to me as you were. I’ll love you forever, Joshua.”

  Our arms and legs entwined, with declarations of love and devotion, we fall into a tangle of caresses and kisses. The twisting and grasping together of our bodies morphs into a deep, slow penetration. Passionate. Caring. Beyond anything I’ve ever shared with anyone.

  She’s mine and I’m hers. Forever.

  And yet our vacation has just begun.

  Chapter 18

  Penny

  The morning on day four of my vacation arrives, and I’m overcome by the giggles.

  Josh’s arms have been wrapped around me all night in a hug from behind. He’s very good at the big spoon duties. I feel his head move from the pillow.

  “Babe, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just realizing I could be in Costa Rica with my housemates right now, having a beautiful time on the beach. But I never would have met you.”

  Josh’s hand slides out from under my breasts to fully grasp one of them.

  “I’m glad you ditched your housemates then.”

  I sigh. “Yes, it was the right move. If I met a hot cabana attendant, I would not have been able to bring him back to the room for some alone time, anyway. No privacy. What’s the fun in that?” The giggling continues.

  But not for Josh. Something has changed in his voice and I would almost be fearful if I wasn’t so ready to have this man inside me again.

  Before I know what’s happening, he has me flat on my back. He hovers, inches from my face. His eyes flash with pure passion, his brows knit together in a serious madness.

  “What’s this about a cabana attendant?”

  I lace my fingers through his hair. “It was a joke.”

  His breath catches. “Just so you know, I don’t like those kinds of jokes. You don’t like pranks and I don’t like jokes about hypothetical other dudes, okay?”

  I nod. “Fair enough.”

  Joshua brings his mouth down against mine in a fierce kiss that sears heat all through my body once again. I feel the familiar pull below my navel; my body anticipates joining with his as quickly as possible. The warm bedsheets rustle with his movements as his mouth covers my jawline, neck, and che
st, finally landing on one nipple with a deep groan in his throat.

  I lace my fingers in his hair, tugging when the touch of his hands grows rougher with me. They are everywhere, his calluses deliciously scraping against my freshly shaven thighs. His mouth goes on a devouring path from one breast to the other, tugging and nipping at my breasts, stoking the fire that’s beginning to rage inside me.

  His growls become more vocal. His kisses, more fervent. His hands, more forceful. He presses his long cock against my abdomen, creating a delicious friction between us. I want to respond, but he’s so powerful and seems so ready to be in charge of the moment, I let him have everything his way. He wants to overpower me, control me, lose himself in me.

  He can’t take it anymore. He is a beast and I’m his plaything. And I love it. I love him. I never would have thought I would have such deep feelings for anyone. But I feel him everywhere. In my blood, in my bones, all over my skin, and in my soul.

  The head of his cock teases my clit, and I’m surprised to feel the arousal build again so quickly, so intensely, after the night we’ve had.

  “You’re so wet,” he rumbles, his mouth against my breast, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so fucking wet, I can’t wait to taste you.”

  “It’s all yours. All of me,” I whisper.

  He lays his head between my breasts and whispers between ardent kisses, “You’re mine. Mine. All mine.”

  Almost without any effort, Josh sweeps me up so instead of being flat on my back, I’m leaning against the pillow-laden headboard. His hands spread open my thighs, and he whispers. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you all night.”

  The kisses, licks and nips up my thighs—both sides—eventually reach the sweet spot. There, at the core of my desire, he covers my sensitive skin with devouring kisses. Firm but gentle nips. Penetrative licks. He leaves nothing untouched, unsavored, untasted. It feels like Josh’s tongue, mouth, and hands are everywhere. I feel like I’m on another planet altogether. His firm tongue teases my folds one minute, then delves deep into my entrance. His lips toy with my clit, making me squirm, and then suck that source of my arousal into his mouth.