“Are you sure?” He sounded awe-struck, like he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Of course I’m sure. You’re a good man, Carson. You may have some issues and you’ve clearly been through a lot, but you’re still a good person. I’d like to get to know that person, if you’ll let me.”
“Let you? When I saw that you hadn’t run away, I figured I might have to beg you.”
“If that’s the case, don’t let me stop you!” The way her pursed-lip smile showed off her tiny beauty mark was absolutely adorable to him. “On second thought, cancel that. You already had one hissy-fit tonight. I don’t think your manhood can stand another hit.”
He scoffed at her joke, surprised though he was to hear it. “A minute ago it was a mental and emotional breakthrough. Now it’s a hissy-fit?”
“Right. You got all the sympathy you’re going to get. Stop milking it.”
Her teasing comforted Carson even more. She seemed to understand he could take the ribbing from her, especially because she had already recognized the magnitude of his issue. It told him she wouldn’t dwell on it, but she would respect it, and that’s all he could really ask for. Her instincts, at least about how to handle him, were spot on.
“So you’re saying my manliness hangs in the balance?”
Katie’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “It may. How do you plan to deal with this problem?”
“I’ve got an idea,” he mumbled before wrapping his large arm behind her head and pulling her mouth to his. The kiss was powerful, filled with the pent-up energy and emotion of the previous moments. Two sets of lips pressed into each other, but soon they opened wider and gave way to the tongues that dueled like swords in a battle of passion. Carson acted on the aggression he felt by being forceful but not overly so, ensuring each move was accepted before unleashing the next. His other hand massaged her thigh, the caresses moving higher and more inward until any further advance would ensure a drastic escalation.
Katie made no attempt to stop, or even slow, Carson’s movements, but she was much more than a passenger on this ride. Her body moved in rhythm with his, and she allowed her own hand to trail down Carson’s neck and back, further encouraging him. Her fingers teased his flesh, leaving goose-flesh in their wake. With pure lust clouding his mind, he could barely remember what had been holding him back from such a majestic experience.
He pushed forward with a gentle but unrelenting strength, moving Katie back until she was stretched out on the sand under his strong body. He leaned down again, his arms holding his full weight just off of her, and used his right knee as a wedge to spread her thighs. She offered no resistance and, if that light was not quite green enough, she clasped them back around his hips to keep him in place. Despite the chill, the warmth of her skin passed like lightning through his body, down his midsection, and right to his rapidly-swelling member.
He pressed into Katie’s hips, drawing a yelp of surprise followed by a long, low, wanton moan. Her arms wrapped around his back and she dug her finger tips into his shirt, seemingly trying to tear it from his body and get to his bare flesh. He looked down at her. Even in the darkness, he could see excitement in her eyes and in her expression. With a smile, he kissed her again, more softly but with no less urgency. He teased her by barely making contact with her lips and stabbing into her open mouth with his tongue, backing away when she tried to respond. Instead of chasing him, she wiggled her hips enticingly.
It worked. Her movements allowed him to shift position and bring his erection to press into her pants right between her legs. Even with two pairs of pants in the way, the heat that radiated between them made Carson’s eyes roll back in his head and drew a growl of repressed desire from Katie. They shared a look and, without any words, knew they were wearing too many clothes.
Carson pushed himself back up to his knees and frantically worked at his belt, but stopped when Katie smacked his hands away. “Let me do it,” she breathed, able to work the buckle, snap, and zipper far more efficiently than Carson ever could have in his current state. He grunted with some pain when she pulled at the waist of his jeans, catching his now violently-stiff erection under the material.
“Sorry,” she whispered, more as an afterthought than a real apology, and worked to help free Carson’s swollen member. Tugging at first the left and then the right side of the jeans, she managed to free his cock.
Katie slid her hand over the shaft, confirming its length in the dim light. “Very nice,” she told him. “Now do mine!” she commanded, raising her hips off the sand.
That was one order Carson had no trouble following. He easily manipulated the snap closure of her pants, hooked a finger into each side, and pulled. He yanked them right over her hips and down to her knees, following that maneuver by using a similar technique to get her panties off.
He moved to dive back on Katie, but she hopped up on her knees and pushed Carson back until he was reclining back on his elbows. Kicking off her shoes and pants, she straddled his hips, kissing him once again for several seconds before allowing her body to slide down until just the tip of his raging hard-on pressed against her soaked outer lips. She rubbed herself up and down against it, using his cock much like she would a vibrator,
