by Daya Daniels
The warm water licks my toes and I suck in a breath.
Peni springs from my shoulders and into the water with a splash and paddles like crazy.
She gestures for me to join her.
I admire the view for a beat and the aqua water in front of me that’s so clear that I can see the white sand and a hermit crab that makes its way across it beneath the waves.
Peni screeches, her little mouth is an O and her arms keep her afloat frantically.
“Okay, okay.” I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head and then I slip into the sea, letting out a long exhale when the water touches my skin and soon engulfs my entire body. I swim toward Peni and we play for a little while—swimming competitions, diving for shells, a game of tag—until she’s tired.
I pull her into a hug, and she holds me tight. “I love you, Peni.”
She writes the word in midair with a finger, points to her chest and then to my cheek.
I guess that’s spider monkey language which I decode to mean that she loves me too.
A giggle bubbles up from me. “Yes, love.”
She gives me a cheesy grin, and without even a second thought she springs off me and is swimming toward the shoreline. She snatches up the handful of pecans she’d left there and darts off someplace.
I’m left swimming alone for a few minutes.
I face out to the ocean and breathe.
The water is calm today and there’s nothing in view for miles except for blue, blue sky.
When I whirl around, Brooks is standing in the sand already watching me.
We stare at each other for a while not saying anything.
Are there any words?
If there are, I don’t have any for what had transpired between us in the last few days.
We said we wouldn’t fuck again that day. But after Brooks had disappeared to go and work and remerged for dinner, I couldn’t help myself. We ate in silence. My eyes darted everywhere besides at his face while his hands shook terribly. I collected the plates and then there it was again fighting against the material of his shorts. That big ol’ erection just beckoned to be let out once more and my pussy wanted it badly. So, slowly, I hiked up my dress as his hand slid up my legs. He pushed his shorts down his thighs. I crawled into his lap and sat on that big dick of his and rode him hard until we were both two sweaty, screaming, and exhausted messes.
It was different than the first time.
Because he didn’t run off afterward.
He stood then carried me to bed, and we slept, peacefully.
The sound of the water sluicing around me tugs my attention back to the present.
Brooks runs a hand over his beard and then my eyes are fixed on his blues.
So deep.
So honest.
So sad.
Still, now, a part of me wants to shoo him away and then the other part of me wants him to hold me tight.
Such wars I must fight…
My breaths are shallow and my feet twist in the soft sand beneath my feet.
Brooks blinks slowly.
I do the same.
It’s as if he’s waiting for some sort of direction from me, only I don’t know which way he should go! He holds my gaze and then slowly he undoes the top button of his shorts, pushes them down to his knees, and steps out of them.
A terrified gasp leaves me at the gorgeous body on display.
It’s a fucking masterpiece.
Big. Tall. Broad shoulders. Powerful pecs. Carved abs which lead down to the delicious V muscle at his hips. Muscular thighs. All covered up by tanned skin which glistens beneath the waning sun. And his cock. God, his cock…What a cock it is…I swear it’s making me lose my goddamn mind! I can’t think straight around it. I can’t stop looking at it. I can’t stop wanting it inside me.
Swallowing a little salt water, I swish it around my mouth and spit it back out.
I allow myself to savor the sight of all of him.
I’ve seen it all before, but this time, to me, it looks different.
Instead of him just being a naked man, something else tugs at the core of me. A little glee, perhaps. Maybe acceptance that I adore him in a way I shouldn’t, but still do, nonetheless. Just the sight of him forces all the blood running through me down low and a little anticipation causes me to shiver and for my heart to beat a steady thump.
He strides toward the sea with purpose and then he dives in and is swimming toward me. When he emerges from the water with his dark hair slicked to his skin and his blues bright, he lets out a big breath.
I wade where I am, eyes drifting over his chest and the light smattering of dark hair there. And then I’m back on his eyes, just watching, just breathing, just waiting.
He doesn’t smile, only stares at me.
I edge a little closer to him, focused on his perfect mouth and his lips when I hope he will speak before I have to. My anticipation dies because he doesn’t, only swims and faces me.
“Hi.”
A tiny smile plays on his face. “Hi.” He blinks slowly, dusting me with blue and I admire those big orbs which belong to him, the thick dark brows they sit beneath and the long dark lashes which encircle them. They’re boyish, innocent, adorable.
I’m almost floating toward him before I know it, not even bothering to ask myself why.
When he pulls me into his arms, mentally, I say “fuck it” and accept the affection.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist. His big hand cups the back of my head and I press my nose into his wet, salty skin. He dips lower down in the warm water, wading with it as it sluices over us, washing away all the worry and apprehension I’ve been feeling.
The sensation of my chest against his, his powerful arms, and the sinewy veins which cover them encircling me, and the scent of his skin I suck in each time I breathe, warms my insides. I rest my head on his shoulder and gaze up at him, admiring his profile.
He holds me tighter.
So tight.
Fixing my heart into a vise with his strength.
I squirm against him, pushing my hips into his, writhing against his hardness.
He moans a deep moan, one that sinks into my bones and shakes me to the core.
I do it again and again until the moans don’t stop. His fingers are curled around my thighs and my nose drags along his skin. Up the line of his neck I lick and then kiss the tender spot behind his ear and then it’s in my mouth. Brooks’ cheek grazes mine as though he’s searching for my mouth, but he won’t claim it. Moaning, I press my nose into his skin and breathe against his wet lips while my own part.
His hand slides to the nape of my neck and remains there, clutching.
Blue blazes, breaths are shared, we tremble not just from fear but with desire too.
He’s restrained if you want to call it that…
Doesn’t the steel cage only aggravate the gorilla even more simply because of its existence? It does nothing to stop the gorilla from wanting out!
“Ever since…” He lowers his head and bites on his top lip when his eyes fix on my breasts and my nipples which are beaded. “Ever since…” Those captivating eyes are back on me, holding me hostage. “I can’t stop, Tenley, now.” He dips down and suckles a nipple then draws it into his mouth.
With a high-pitched cry, I arch my back and my fingertips dig into his shoulder.
He suckles the other over and over until I’m a squirming, whimpering mess in his grip and thrashing in the water, causing it to splash everywhere.
I want this man.
I want his flesh.
I want him to bury himself inside me so that we can get lost together.
His hand clutches the back of my neck and holds me still. I have no choice but to look in his eyes. His lips are parted, and his breathing is frantic. His beautiful eyes are watered over.
We breathe. “Tenley, I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore.”
It’s a confession.
I br
eathe hard against his beautiful mouth. “Neither do I.” My brows crash together.
He blinks.
I writhe against his hardness, desperate for it, practically humping him like I’m in heat.
This is torture!
“Do you want to talk about it more?” My voice is shaky as I ask the question.
Brooks’ forehead falls to mine and his eyes blaze as he shakes his head from side to side slowly as if I’d just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.
“Okay.” My lips part and remain open inching closer to his mouth.
He waits.
His breathing becomes heavier as does mine.
He pulls me closer.
I pull away and then I’m back near his mouth, searching for more, desperate to touch his lips.
And then he loosens his grip.
I feel tossed away with the release, abandoned in a way that leaves me unsettled.
Push, pull, pull, push, as if we’re both testing the waters to see who has the most restraint.
My fingers slide into his hair and my lips slam into his until my tongue is hunting down his in the most ravenous kiss. A moan rips from him. It gets lost in the kiss. My tongue plunges deeper and deeper into his mouth, searching as if I’m trying to find myself in the pits of his soul.
“Brooks.” My mouth falls open.
My body twists in his grip as I drag my pussy over his cock, bucking my hips against him and whimpering from the heat which comes from his hardness.
The water sluices over my shoulders and splashes between us when the kiss becomes desperate. It’s always desperate. My legs are locked around his hips. I rise and fall against him, feeling empty without being filled. I almost sink down on the huge appendage, but Brooks pushes me away, holds me steady in his powerful grip as if I weigh nothing.
“Brooks.” The whimper which follows from me pleads to know what he’s doing.
His eyes narrow. “This isn’t how I fuck, Tenley.” An annoyed growl leaves him as if he’s cheated me of something, robbed me of all of him, and somewhere, somehow in his mind he feels as if I deserve more.
“It’s fine with me.” My smile is weak as my pussy throbs like fuck.
He laughs softly. “Well, then you’ll be happy to know I have more to give.”
More?
What I’ve had is quite enough!
My back is still hurting from the first time we’d fucked.
I don’t think I can take any more…
He pulls me into another sweet kiss.
I free-fall into it, get lost, writhing, whimpering, and waiting for the inevitable.
His exhales leave his nose harshly as they’re breathed into my skin and then the kiss breaks slowly. In that moment, I drink in his features and the dangerous look on his face.
Thick fingers grip my hips and with hardly any exertion I’m hoisted into the air high above him. A screech of shock leaves me. But when Brooks’ hot supple mouth is on my pussy and his nose is teasing my clit, any surprise I’d previously felt is consumed, literally.
Brooks
MY MOUTH BEGS FOR all of her.
Her legs twitch in my grip and ungodly cries leave her mouth as my lips move over her flesh. My grip is firm around her thighs, allowing her to sit almost on my shoulders. Warm, wet, golden skin surrounds me and the pretty pussy that I can’t seem to stop wanting is in my face. Tenley’s long legs drape over my shoulders and her hand is atop my head. With every upward motion she makes, her breasts jiggle with the movement and her desperation grows wild.
A cry from her.
It ricochets off the cliffs and the echo slips into the ears of no one.
It’s only us here.
I suckle her swollen clit into my mouth slow and hard, consuming it, forcing her to shake and shudder in my grip.
“Brooks!” Her fingers twist in my hair.
Yes, that’s it.
I want her to scream my name like it’s the only one she knows. I want her to crave my cock. But I don’t want to be known as the man who offers her only savage fucks…The man who takes her with the urgency of some caveman who hasn’t gotten laid in years...
I make my way toward the shoreline, walking slowly, focusing more on what I’m doing than anything else. Her cries. Her squirms. She screams like a banshee. Still, I continue my patient eating of her flesh, enjoying the meal laid out before me.
“Ah!” Tenley’s arms flail. Her fingers press into my shoulders and soon she’s bucking against my face, going crazy for my tongue.
I laugh a little into her inner thigh and kiss it.
Then I’m back on her flesh, driving her crazy, forcing her to scream my name.
She goes for the ride of her life, arching her back, mouth gaped open. “I’m coming!”
I know.
I hold her tight so that she doesn’t fall.
What a rude awakening it would be to go crashing to the bottom of the sea in the middle of an intense orgasm.
The waves roll into the shoreline. The warm breeze washes over everything. The sun is golden as it sets. The vision in front of me and around me is perfection. I continue my lazy walk and ease Tenley down against my chest. Her thighs wrap around my hips and her body is boneless, expression sated.
Her lips fuse to mine in a kiss, and when she pulls away her honey-colored eyes are soft.
I hold her gaze, set her down on the sand and remain on my knees between her parted thighs.
She looks perfect just like this as she breathes heavily, like a goddess with golden skin and long wet hair which drapes down her shoulders.
“You look beautiful, Tenley.”
She laughs. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Brooksy boy.”
I jerk my head back at the nickname. “Only my father used to call me that.”
She hikes a shoulder up. “I’ve been calling you that for years, just have never said it aloud.”
I run my fingertips over her curves and then I lick her flesh, observing it tremble under my touch. Taking her hand in mine, I pepper kisses along her skin—at her hip, beneath her belly button, along the apex of her thigh. And then I’m on my knees again.
She regards me with a soft expression.
I fist my cock in my hand slowly, allowing her to see it, ensuring that she realizes how much I want her. She parts her thighs wider. Moving into position, I plant a hand in the soft sand above her shoulder and peer into her face, nose to nose, lips to lips, we breathe in the salty air and the warm waves wash over our feet every now and again.
My fingers graze Tenley’s clit and then they brush along her wet lips.
She moans at the contact. “I always wanted to have sex on the beach.”
I laugh. “I have many times, but it came to me in the form of some stupid fruity cocktail and was finished off with a pink umbrella and a slice of pineapple.”
She giggles.
And so do I.
She shifts to look out at the water and the falling sun. “It always looked romantic in the movies.”
I press my lips together since this is no movie set but it’s as good as it gets around here. Just for a moment, I hate that this will be her memory…
I attempt to hide the disappointment in my features by lowering my head.
She cradles my face between her palms. “Brooks, still, this is romantic.” She smiles an adoring smile and my chest swells with pride because I’m aware I’ve been giving her so little of me. She deserves much more…But it isn’t for me to give her. I shouldn’t even be giving her this.
I kick the thoughts out of my mind, evict them like the bad tenants they are and simply appreciate her adorable smile.
“Okay.” I drag my lips over hers and then the head of my dripping cock is kissing the lips of her pussy and begging to be let into her heaven. I tease her clit with it and then soon I’m rutting against her flesh, but I stop myself for a beat.
Her hands are wrapped around my biceps and her back arches. “Fuck me, Brooks.”
A deep groan rattles my chest and I do everything I can to avoid taking her like a caveman.
She gives me those three words once more and I simply breathe and lick the salty wetness from the smooth column of her neck and peer into her eyes knowing she means every syllable she’d just uttered.
I won’t ask: Are you sure?
I have no plans to even compel myself along the way to stop.
With a groan, I sink deep inside her. Her walls pull my cock into the most perfect embrace. Wet. Warm. Home. My shoulders tense, back stiffens, and balls cinch tight preparing for a release like no other. I ease into a stroke, containing myself, drawing moans and whimpers from Tenley’s mouth as I rear back and start all over, again and again and again. Every stroke drives her deeper into the soft sand.
It’s all over her, all over me, but it doesn’t stop the plunge my cock makes into her.
“God, that’s perfect.” Her fingers dig into my shoulder. “Fuck me, Brooks!”
I obey her command.
I make love to her.
I-get-fucking-lost.
~
It’s late at night.
Tenley’s head rests against my chest and her thigh is thrown just over mine.
An old man like me shouldn’t be fucking so much but I can’t seem to help myself.
With a breath, I set Captain Alcott’s diary down.
“So, they got married...” Tenley shifts to face me and offers me a smile.
“Yeah, they did.”
“In a ceremony with just the two of them there.” Her expression grows wistful. “It’s so romantic.” She drags her palm over my chest. “Will we ever dig them up?”
“Yes, of course.”
She blinks softly and another exhale follows. “I wonder what they look like now.”
“Likely quite the same.”
“I’m curious.”
I’m not.
“I don’t know why we ever buried them.”
“You know why, Tenley.” I spear my fingers into her hair and comb through the wild strands.