by Paul Hellion
“I think that’s getting in the way,” I say. You agree. We slip out of our clothing again, seamlessly, fluidly, bodies meant to be freed for sex rather than the trapped for propriety’s sake — in a minute you straddle me, grabbing my cock with one hand while you breath warm against my ear, going “mmm,” with every exhale.
“Fuck,” is all I can offer, feeling a wave of arousal that brings my cock to a slow, casual hardness.
You know just how to tease my cock into action: you know how to do it with your mouth, with your pussy, with your closed fist. But one rare trick you take a lot of pride in is the way you can tease me hard with just the ball of your thumbs, rubbing it against the tip of my cock.
I grind and writhe against you. My arousal is a pressure and a burgeoning heat that you stroke with the light flicks of your thumb. You press your thumb harder and feel me harden around your hand. You slick your thumb with the irresistible drip of precum that follows that arousal, using the wet friction to slide against the frenulum of my cock, encircling my shaft below where my head bells outward. My gasps are as full as the tension of arousal I feel. You can hear my gasps bounce off the water.
When you feel my cock stretch to the hardest it can be, you begin to dip your head to suck me again, but I have other ideas. I hold you down against the wooden planks of the pier and I make you lie still under me, letting your thighs part from your frenzy.
This is the most natural we will ever be: smelling like sex, readying to fuck. Every atom in our bodies know the carnal truth of fucking. The time we’ve spent together have sharpened that even further. When we fuck, we fuck to please together.
We’re both too overwhelmed in each other to want anything other than to fuck right now. Acrobatic positions do not matter. You spread yourself open for me and I give to you. I give and I give and I give.
You look down to watch my cock thrust in and out of you. Our thighs kiss together with the rapid motions of us fucking. You can feel the way your pussy parts open for me deep inside you when I enter you.
“Fuck,” I say.
“Fuck,” you moan.
We do all that and more, again, again, again. With me over you you reach for my back and wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer. I take you as deep as I can, letting you sheathe my cock whole until you feel the stirring of your heat sizzle upwards, making you kiss at my cheeks to bring about that orgasm — and it comes, it comes, oh my love it comes, when you inhale sharply and tremble for me, rocking your hips against me to feel the sensation of my cock press against all the walls of your pussy. The tremor of you cumming brings me to do so too, pulling out of you and rubbing my cock over the lips of your pussy while your legs close up and wrap around my thighs. I shoot a modest pond of cum all over your stomach, my balls pressed against your pussy so you feel the force of my orgasm in full, frenetic in its production from my balls to the shaft of my cock to the tip that shoots that sticky load onto you.
We are perfect in our passion.
Minutes later, we're back on our way to the car. We take our respective original seats. I'm looking out the window. You're driving. We're talking about idle things, somethings-or-anothers.
The airport is in sight, and the car follows the instructions to the car park. You’re still wearing some of my cum. I can still feel your tight, pursed lips pleasuring me. I close my eyes and try not to doze off again. I close my eyes and try to wake up from this dream. You find a spot. You stop the car. I should reach for the door now, I know.
But I don't want to go.
About the Author
Paul Hellion — journalist, author and designer — is the author behind the popular Sex & Wistfulness blog and short story series. When he is not writing about sex and/or wistfulness he is usually traveling and documenting unusual encounters in his highly-acclaimed blend of first person journalism-erotica. He founded Peccadillo Press in 2013 with long-time collaborators Kitty Ferdinand and Wendy Doer.
Read more at Paul Hellion’s site.
About the Publisher
Peccadillo Press is a new imprint for erotic digital short stories and the most provocative new fiction. Founded in 2013 by erotic luminaries Paul Hellion, Kitty Ferdinand and Wendy Doer, Peccadillo Press publishes stories ranging from the tinglingly arousing to the expertly erotic.