He’s right, after all. He has seen it all before.
“Okay,” he nods after another second of us standing there shivering.
“This was a shit idea.”
I laugh. “It really was.”
“As tempting as it is to stay here seeing as I’m getting an eyeful of your perfect tits, it’s fucking freezing.”
I grin, blushing, but still not covering myself even when I feel his eyes on me.
“Race you back up?”
We go crashing out of the waves, running up the sand to the blankets by the driftwood logs. We stop, standing there dripping and covering ourselves for a second as we eye the two not-exactly large blankets.
“Uhh…”
“Look, just-” Silas frowns. “We’ll sit on the one, and cover with the other.”
I give him a look.
“Body warmth,” he says with a shrug.
My brow arches.
“Nothing I haven’t seen, gorgeous, remember?”
I know this is a terrible idea. I know I should just throw on my clothes, wet or not, and have him take me home.
But that’s the last thing I want right now.
“Nothing I haven’t seen either,” I say with a shrug, forcing myself not to look down his toned torso to the one hand he’s only haphazardly covering his cock with.
“That’s the spirit.”
We sit.
His skin is warm against mine - warmer than it should be after our freezing-cold dip.
And I know it’s over the second I touch his skin with mine. We’re shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh under the blanket.
This doesn’t lead anywhere we should follow, and we both know it.
I turn to him. “This is a bad idea,” I say quietly, my eyes darting across his.
“Horrible,” he murmurs.
“The worst.”
And then I’m kissing him.
So much for that idea.
I’m falling, tumbling into him as my lips part hungrily for his tongue. His hands slide up my arms, drawing me into him, growling as he kisses me fiercely. I moan into his lips, and then he’s pulling me into him, and I’m powerless to stop myself.
My leg swings over his lap, and then we’re face-to-face, skin-to-skin, kissing heavily, and moaning into the other. His hand slides to my hair, tangling in my locks as he holds me tight and kisses me hard enough for my toes to curl. My nipples drag against his chest, and I can feel his thick cock pulsing so hard between us.
I reach down, curling my fingers around his length before slowly giving it a stroke.
“Fuck, Ivy.” He groans into my mouth and I stroke him faster, feeling him pulse and respond to my touch.
His fingers dip down between us, finding me soaking wet. I moan into his mouth when he slides them across my opening, and when he curls a finger inside, I break the kiss for a moment to gasp.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles as he pushes a second finger inside my slick pussy. I whimper as I start to move, rocking on his fingers like I’m fucking his hand, stroking his cock in the same rhythm.
His mouth drops from my mouth, kissing and biting it’s way down my neck to my nipples. He wraps his lips around one, his tongue batting across it and sending shivers through my body.
I start to rock harder, losing myself in this moment, losing myself in him as we grind together, our hands doing the talking.
His fingers move faster and faster, curling right inside against my spot as his thumb slips across my clit over and over again. I can already feel it starting in my toes - the burning, aching, breath-stopping feeling that I know I’ll be powerless to stop. His mouth moves back to mine, and his fingers keep moving - pushing, dragging, and coaxing me right to the edge of that drop.
“Silas-” I gasp out into his lips. His cock pulses in my hand as I say his name.
His mouth drops to my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to feel this tight little pussy come for me, Ivy,” he growls. “Come for me, gorgeous.”
A single, aching cry tumbles from my lips before I shatter for him. I bury my face in his shoulder, biting the skin there as the orgasm bursts through me, my whole body clenching around his driving, magical fingers.
I gasp for air before I start to move my hand again, stroking him quicker.
I want to feel him come for me now.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he growls, his jaw tightening.
“I’m-”
And suddenly, I know what I want.
I slip down off his lap, kneeling before him. And before he can say a word, I lean forward and wrap my lips around that big, perfect cock of his.