I reached for her, and the next few minutes were even more frantic than our first kiss. Pulling us into the front room, though it was darker with only a now discarded flashlight beside us, I could see just enough.
Moving us to the air mattress, I laid Rae down and vowed to make her not regret her decision. Moving between her legs, I didn’t take off the panties but instead pushed open her legs and positioned myself, my face, between her legs.
Moving the lace aside, I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I parted her with my thumbs and began to show Rae what a good decision she’d made. Not holding back, I licked and kissed and suckled until she was once again gripping my head. Calling my name. Begging me not to stop as if I’d ever do such a thing. The lace teased my cheek as I willed Rae to come stronger than she ever had before. I used everything I knew to please her. My fingers, my tongue.
At the first telltale signs, I didn’t relent. Just the opposite. I circled her nub with the very tip of my tongue, and simultaneously, my thumb. Her legs began to shake. I held her hips in place as I finished, even as she came. I’d pull every bit of pleasure from her, make Rae so certain that she couldn’t exist without this that there would be no discussion of the possibility tomorrow. She and I would be a given.
This was not the first and last time. It was the beginning of something I wouldn’t even attempt to name.
“Marco,” she cried, her orgasm nearly complete. “Marco,” she breathed again. But I wouldn’t relent. Moving to my bag, I ripped open a condom in record time, put it on, and positioned myself above her.
Balancing myself as best I could, the air mattress only allowing so much stability, I tried to slow down. To stretch a moment I knew would live rent-free in my brain for a long, long time. But I simply couldn’t. Having Rae beneath me, knowing I’d just given her pleasure...
“You sure?” I asked, knowing there were a lot of layers between us. This wasn’t some one-night stand. I knew it, and Rae, if she didn’t know it already, would soon.
“I’m sure.”
It took me all of three seconds to process that and guide myself into her. Rae’s hands gripped the sheet on the air mattress that, so far, was cooperating. With every inch, I wanted more and more to go fast. To bury myself full hilt. To celebrate the fact that, against all odds, I was now inside Rachel Watson, the spitfire that came into my brewery and rebuked me from the start. To celebrate the start of something.
What? I wasn’t sure.
“Jesus, Rae,” I couldn’t hold back.
Maybe she sensed that I was trying, but when Rae pulled me on top of her, simultaneously pushing her hips upward, I forgot all about holding back. Instead, I did just the opposite. Kissing her, I began to move and it wasn’t long before we found a rhythm. A perfect, fast, seductive rhythm that I couldn’t sustain. I wanted to come so badly my chest hurt. My temples pounded.
When her fingers moved to grip my ass and squeezed, I circled and held myself still, elated when I was rewarded by Rae breaking our kiss. “Yes, please. Marco. Please.”
So little of her face was visible, but I knew it well by now. “Anything,” I said, doing the same again. “Anything you want, Rae, it’s yours. This. Me. Anything.”
Her scream was Rae’s only response, and I quickly followed with my own. Burying myself deeply, I let go as she just had. Let myself forget what this all meant, that Rae had allowed me in.
I held her as a hissing sound filled the tent. Sure enough, I didn’t have to guess at its source. The mattress slowly began to deflate, Rae and I in the middle quickly became enclosed in the now defunct mattress.
I pulled up to look at her, Rae’s smile just barely evident in the darkness.
“At least we finished,” she said, laughter in her voice.
I kissed her one last time, for now. “Did we?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
TWENTY-FIVE
rae
“Talk to me.Tell me what he said.”
Just before I’d jumped in the water, nude, we’d been talking about Jerry. As the sun came up, I’d begun to feel like Cinderella knowing when I checked my phone finally, it would not be good news. Last night I used Marco’s WiFi to be sure there were no problems, but when I saw the sender name on Jerry’s email, I ignored it knowing it would just make me angry.
Swimming to Marco, the water surprisingly shallow, I was pulled in by him. A wet Marco was even better looking than a dry one, if such a thing were even possible.
“I’d like to go back up to the tent, put on a condom, and come back here for round two. But I’m slightly worried I might break you,” he said.
When Marco kissed me, I forgot all about the fact that there was a reason he was so good at this. Or tried to forget, anyway. His hands wander downward, Marco first cupping me and then sliding two fingers inside. Breaking away, he continued to work his magic as he spoke.
“What are you going to say when he tells you no net?”
It wasn’t easy to concentrate with Marco continuing to finger me. I needed him to help me stand, the water just above my chin otherwise. So I held on tight and attempted to answer his question.
“I’m going to insist. It feels like a line in the sand kind of moment.”