The Red(63)

"Are you happy?" Malcolm asked. She opened her eyes and nodded.

"And messy," she said, spreading her legs to show him how wet they'd made her.

"Oh dear. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Malcolm asked. He turned to the man with the midnight eyes. "What do you think?"

"I think … " the midnight man began. "I think … you're too slow, old man!"

At that, the midnight man stripped and ran naked to the water.

"Lads," Malcolm said, shaking his head. "They never do grow up."

"Never," Mona said. Malcolm stripped naked as quickly as the midnight man and she had no choice but to chase after them as to the stream. She ran freely, fearlessly, knowing this world was safe for her. Her feet would strike no stones. No snakes were hidden in the grass. 

She reached the stream and stood atop a large flat rock at the water's edge. The midnight man had caught the bathing woman in his arms. He ripped the wet and clinging muslin fabric off her body. She laughed and squirmed happily in his grasp and put up no fight whatsoever to flee his attentions. Malcolm stood on the rock next to her and dove into the water, his long lean body as agile and muscled as a man half his age. She sat on the rock and let her legs dangle into the water as Malcolm swam back to her. He stood at the stream's edge, submerged from the waist down, and she let him lift her into the water. The water was warm as bathwater and she eagerly wrapped her legs around Malcolm's back and her arms around his shoulders. He pushed his cock into her. It went in easily as she was still so open from earlier. She sighed and rested her head on Malcolm's strong shoulder.

They didn't speak and didn't kiss. They merely rested together in the water, their bodies intimately intertwined. She half dozed, half watched as Malcolm's friend coupled with the bathing woman in the shallow waters. He had her bent backward over a smooth log of driftwood while he fondled her ample breasts. He pinched and pulled the nipples, sucked the tender pink tips, all the while the woman moaned in her pleasure.

"Who is he?" Mona asked.

"A dear friend."

"Is he real?"

"As real as I am."

"Are you real?"

"You ask many questions for a woman who cares so little for the answers."

"I'm afraid of losing you," she said. "That's all."

"You'll always have me with you, if you wish," he said.

"You know I wish it."

"Then it will be so."

She needed no other consolation. Those were the words she'd wanted for weeks. Under the stream's surface, Malcolm was fucking her again, using the weightlessness of the water to lift her up by the waist and slide her down onto him. As he took her, she watched the bathing woman and the midnight man. He'd pulled her to the very edge of the stream where the water was only a few inches deep and put her on her hands and knees. Mona watched as the midnight man mounted her from behind, his hands gripping her waist to steady himself. It was mesmerizing, watching him take her. Mona watched the muscles of his thighs and buttocks contract and flex with his thrusts. She watched his thick red cock pushing into her body with the steady rhythm of a piston. A beautiful man, broad-shouldered and lean but with muscle enough to do real damage if he wanted. She could have watched him all day.

"Mona … " Malcolm whispered her name into her ear. He was coming, she could tell from the tautness of his body and how hard he held her to him. When it was over he tilted her back and let her float on the surface of the stream, her candy apple hair an icon's halo around her head. Malcolm gently played with her naked breasts as she lay on the water with her legs still wrapped around his waist. There was nothing she wouldn't allow him to do to her body and she told him that.

"I'm glad to hear it," he said as he tugged lightly on her nipples. "I fully intend to use your body."

"For what?" she asked, not that it mattered. It was all the same to her. If Malcolm was doing the using, her body was his plaything.

"I told you. To keep a promise I made."

"When will you keep it?" She smiled up at the bare sun overhead. This was heaven. This was bliss. This was everything she'd been too afraid to dream but would have dreamed if she'd dared.





 

 
Malcolm cradled her head in his hand and lifted her out of the water, bringing her face to face with him. He kissed her on the mouth, a deep velvety kiss. Their tongues met and mingled as the water lapped and licked her skin. At the stream's shore, the midnight man was still copulating with the beautiful black-haired woman who now lay on her back, her ankles in the air as the midnight man pummeled her with brutal thrusts. With one hard push, Malcolm penetrated Mona again, right into the core of her and when she gasped from the sudden intrusion, he smiled and answered her question.