It was beyond Duncan what she saw in her ex. She was going through all of this for a man who was dull, uncharismatic, and entirely too—
“It’s time,” Retta said, straightening against him.
The previously gray sky brightened before it burst into magenta and coral as the sun slowly emerged from behind the mountains. It brushed the town below in its glow. And downy clouds tinged purple drifted by with silhouetted birds close behind. The whole scene looked like it had been computer generated.
Duncan pulled out his phone to take a photo, but he soon realized it didn’t capture the essence of what he was viewing. “I get it.”
She sighed. “Right?”
He looked at her as she watched the scene. The light cast its warm hues on her face, and he had an urge, yet again, to capture beauty with a picture. Instead, he lowered his head and nibbled on the tip of her ear.
“Look at the fucking view,” she said, squirming under his touch.
Looking at her, he said, “I am.”
She rolled her eyes. “Pfft. I know you can do better than that corny ass line.”
He laughed against her scarf-covered head as a feeling he couldn’t really identify settled in his body. The contents of his chest wanted to break free.
Refusing to interrogate it right then and there, he nuzzled Retta’s neck, taking in the light vanilla scent of her body lotion.
When she turned to look at him, he thought she might repeat her request for him to watch the sunrise, but she kissed him instead. Her tongue was still warm from the tea.
With her right arm, she reached up and around and closed her fist around his hair. “Touch me.”
Her desired destination for him was made clear when she widened her legs.
“Is this why you invited me?” he asked as he moved his hand to the waistband of her leggings. “Was the sunrise an excuse for me to play with this pretty pussy?”
She didn’t answer as his hand followed the strip of trimmed hair toward her clit. Her breath faltered, and she leaned back into him. Less than a minute into stroking and rubbing her, his fingers were coated with her wetness.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she said when he stopped his teasing circles around her clit to spread her legs wider.
He kissed her temple. “Never.”
“Tell me you have a condom,” she said, fondling the front of his pants.
Reaching into his wallet, he retrieved the square packet before he lowered his track pants and rolled the latex onto his already hard dick.
“All yours,” he said as he watched her drop her own pants and straddle him. He wanted to feel her bare body against him, but they were already too far gone.
She cupped his face in her hands as she lowered onto his dick, and he forced himself to savor it. Take in every detail. They both moaned into each other’s mouths as she settled herself fully on him.
Her glasses sat precariously on her nose as she stilled and got comfortable with him inside her like this. When she finally started moving, he grabbed her hips and kept her upright. She found a rhythm that was torturously slow, but he was sustained by her little open mouth gasps and the way her eyes rolled back into her head every time she came down to the hilt.
He wanted to extend this moment.
Halfway through an upward stroke, she breathlessly said, “Help me go faster.”
Drawing her forehead to his, he met her next downward movement with a thrust.
“Duncan,” she yelped, leaning forward to hold on to the vehicle’s structure.
“Is this what your pussy needs?” he asked, meeting her once again with a powerful drive upward. “It’s all fucking yours, Retta. Every inch of it.”
While their bodies connected and produced crude, raw noises, he realized he’d have to go back to his real life soon. How did he do that when he knew what it felt like to be with her, to hear his name on her lips? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. All he could do at this point was give her the most of this fucking.
“God, I’m coming” she whimpered, putting two of her fingers into his mouth before pressing them to her clit. She rubbed herself and continued to bounce up and down on his dick until a scream left her parted lips.
