Sarah felt a drop of rain on her arm, and she realised that the sky had turned thick with black storm-clouds. The weather broke and the sea swept in, breaking the spell. They all burst into laughter and darted away from the waves, but it was too late. Sarah’s naked shins shivered as the freezing water gripped them tight – sploshing up into her dress and soaking it through; the men got drenched too; shoes, jeans, socks, feet, and all.
The drenching made them all laugh, and Sarah could taste freedom as solid as metal, as natural as air. The happy vibe whirled around them as the wind blew hard and the rain poured down. Dylan pulled her close and nuzzled her neck as they all marched back towards Ivan’s cottage, laughing against the wind and rain. Sarah grinned into the eyes of her lover. This was it. Life for the sake of it.
****
Back at the house, Sarah dripped on the kitchen tiles as Ivan made her a cup of tea. “Exactly how the Brits like it, Princess Sarah,” he joked. “Over-stewed and contaminated with milk.”
She laughed, shivering in the shade of the cottage.
Ivan noticed her goose-bumps. “Hey, why don’t you go up to my room and get dry, alright? You’ll find a towel up there. You can borrow a shirt of mine and dry your dress in the dryer.”
“Okay, thanks, Ivan.” She raised a seductive eyebrow at Dylan. “Would you like to help me out of my wet things, Dylan?”
He shrugged, playing it cool in front of his brothers. “Sure, babe, I’ll give you a hand.”
They went up to Ivan’s bedroom and started kissing immediately. The room was cozy and bright, with its low oak beams, cream walls, and exposed varnished floorboards. The old-fashioned sash-windows cast sunlight over the inviting brass-framed bed. Sarah was suddenly filled with a sense of thrilling abandonment that she hadn’t experienced for years. Maybe it was all that sea air and wild weather. And the declaration of love from Dylan. Suddenly he wasn’t a source of heartache, but hope.
She fondled the top button of her dress, but her fingers were cold.
Dylan eased down the dress straps. “Allow me to strip you naked and warm you up.”
He kissed her hard. “I’m getting warmer already,” she whispered.
He stood back and inspected her. “I want to see you touching yourself for me. Lie down on the bed and pleasure yourself. I’ll join in when I want.”
Sarah nodded, trying to control her lustful breathing. She grabbed her purse and rummaged inside, then she pulled out her lipstick vibrator.
“You carry that around with you?” Dylan asked, astounded.
She shrugged. “I work long hours. Sometimes I need to let off steam. Some people have a cigarette break; I sneak off to an empty room and have a… you know.”
“Masturbation break?”
She laughed. “Yeah. I guess.”
He gazed at her in awe. “You’re amazing.”
Sarah felt empowered as she saw the captivated look on Dylan’s face. She knew she was in control of this situation, so she swaggered over and kissed him hard, then she stepped back and undid the buttons of her wet dress, revealing her rock hard nipples and plump breasts, which she reached up and fondled, enjoying the feel of her own hands and Dylan’s lustful eyes all over her.
“I’m all yours, baby,” she said, reaching down to touch her panties. “My body is desperate for you to touch it. But first, allow me to warm myself up for your viewing pleasure.”
She slipped out of her dress and settled down on the bed – laying her head on the comfortable pillow. Then she pulled her wet panties off and threw them across the room with wild abandonment, making Dylan laugh. She turned on the vibrator with a flourish, making sure he could see everything, and she lowered it hungrily to her clit. The humming vibes surged delightful pleasure between her thighs, causing her mouth to grin of its own accord. She dipped her fingers into her wet pussy, filling herself up gently, while rubbing the vibrator over her clit, increasing the pressure as she zoomed towards a swift climax.
Sarah’s eyes closed and an image of Dylan fucking her flashed into her mind, increasing her lust even more. She allowed her imagination to flow and she saw Joseph and Ivan there on the bed, each of them fondling and sucking her breasts. In her fantasy, Dylan was watching, playing with his cock while Sarah touched herself, and his brothers sent joyful tingles into her body with their hot lips and tantalising tongues.
Sarah heard a floorboard creak in the real bedroom, so she opened her eyes a sliver, and saw Dylan standing at the end of the bed, holding his hard cock, condom on, ready to go.
“You turn me on too much, sweetheart,” he said. “Allow me to help you with that pleasure.”
Sarah grinned and nodded. The vibrator continued to buzz as Dylan reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly towards him and making her gasp. He tilted her hips up towards his straining hard-on and eased himself into her tight pussy. She groaned in delight, pressing the vibrator harder on her clit, desperate to feel the immense euphoria she knew was in store. The feeling of him thrusting deep, combined with the intensity of the vibrator, pushed her suddenly into an overwhelmingly delicious orgasm, which started deep within her core and rushed over her body – exploding in her brain like a bomb of blissful glee. She dropped the vibrator to the bed, because it was now too intense on her climaxing clit, and she gripped the comforter in her fists as Dylan continued to grind himself deep into her pussy. She felt him come hard as her own orgasm gently faded, and he pulled her against himself to eek out as much of his own pleasure as possible, which sent lovely tingles into Sarah’s ecstasy-drenched body.
She opened her eyes and saw that he was gazing at her with loving eyes. She smiled peacefully; gazing into his soul. His love declaration on the beach just now had shifted something between them, and Sarah loved him even more than ever.
He withdrew then crawled onto the bed and wrapped her in his arms. “I love you, Sarah. That’s how I feel – I’m so glad to have you back in my life. In my arms. In my heart.”
She nuzzled her face into his toned chest. “I love you, too, Dylan. I always have.”
He kissed her on the head and she felt snooziness drag her towards an afternoon nap – feeling content and secure. She knew the road ahead was going to be bumpy – there was still the huge matter of Natalia and the Russians. But somehow – now that she had her one true love back in her life – there was an inner-strength and a renewed sense of hope. And, really, that was all she needed.