Page 61 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“Well, you denied me for so long.” I shift her around on my lap so that she straddles me, her knees on either side of my thighs. Immediately, I start to get hard. “I have all this pent-up desire for you. And I have to let it out, you know. Aspen said release is a very important part of keeping the balance within myself. You don’t want me to be unbalanced, do you?”
“Now you’re listening to Aspen? You’ve always said she was nuts.”
“I changed my mind. When it comes to sex, I think she’s right. In fact,” I say, glancing around to make sure we’re still alone on the beach, “what do you say to a little nookie by the lake?”
“No!” She looks horrified. “Reid, we’re in public.”
“No, we’re not. I bet all the guests have left by now. And besides, it’s October. It’s too chilly on the beach for people your parents’ age.”
“Someone might see.” She glances up toward the house.
“We have a blanket. No one will see.” I adjust the blanket, which is big enough to form sort of a teepee from our necks down, holding it closed behind her. “Come on. Live a little.”
She smiles, looking torn. “I want to, but …”
“But what?” I ask, rocking my hips a little beneath her. She’s wearing a dress, which would make this so easy.
“God, that feels good.” She closes her eyes and moves over me, sliding her pussy along my erection.
“Doesn’t it?” Keeping the blanket closed with one hand, I move the other down her back and over her ass, pulling her tighter against me. Our lips come together, and I tease her tongue with mine.
With a frustrated sound at the back of her throat, she puts her hands on my belt and unbuckles it. Ten seconds l
ater, she’s got my dick free and she’s stroking it with her fist. “Can you be fast?” she whispers against my lips.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She moves her panties aside and gets up on her knees above me. Next thing I know, she’s slowly lowering herself onto my cock until I’m completely buried inside her. “Oh God, that’s deep,” she whispers, her expression a mix of fuck this hurts and give me more.
As she begins to move up and down with small, rhythmic pulses, her eyes open and meet mine. Her breath is on my lips. Her body is tight and wet and warm, and I know I won’t last long. Already I can feel my leg muscles becoming taut, heat unfurling at the base of my spine.
Her eyelids drift shut again, but I continue to watch her, amazed that this gorgeous, sexy, incredible woman is really mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as she picks up the pace. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
I’m already fighting it off, but I want her to come with me, so I do my best to think about other things until I can hear it in her soft moans and quick, panting breaths—she’s close. Using my one free hand, I grab her ass and tilt my hips to give her the best angle I can, so the base of my cock rubs against her clit.
Thank fuck it seems to work, because I’m over the edge two seconds later, unable to hold back any longer, throbbing again and again inside her. She shouts my name once and drops her head to my shoulder, smothering her cries as her climax hits.
“Oh my God,” she whispers right afterward. She picks up her head and looks around frantically. “Was I too loud? I was too loud.”
“Relax. You were fine.” I’m still experiencing little aftershocks and I hold her in place with one arm around her back, in case she was thinking of getting off me. “No one heard.”
Once she’s satisfied no one wandered down to the beach during our little interlude, she relaxes with a sigh. “That was really fun.”
“Told you.”
“I can’t believe I had sex on the beach.” She sounds proud of herself.
“See? We’re good for each other. I’m going to help you loosen up, and you’re going to—”
“I’m going to teach you how to cook.”
“Um. What?”
“You heard me.” She sits up and gives me her stern librarian look. “It’s time for you to learn how to make dinner for yourself. And wouldn’t you like to cook for me sometime?”
“Willow, there are people for that. Skilled people.”
