Arousal Lake

It was the warmest day of summer. The twentieth of June. They always casually just ended up there. Years later, nothing has really changed. His eyes never left her. Never missed an inch of her milky skin. He took in every curve of her body, her breathtaking smile, her captivating eyes, they penetrated and heated everything it laid eyes on. And once they laid eyes on him, his blood boiled, his skin burned, and he got rock hard. But this time he'd have her. Fully have her. No more wet dreams. He'd have her underneath him, writhing, screaming out his name as he pushed her over the edge over and over again.

He made his way down the old trail that led to the lake. He usually watched her from his room because the lake was on his property. Every summer he watched her swim naked, causing his desire for her to grow gradually and painfully. He watched her full breasts floating against the clear water, her long hair sticking to her curvy backside. She had no idea what she did to him. But she'd find out soon enough.

Once he made it to the lake, he found himself a bit nervous when he didn't see her. He looked around, but saw no one until she rose to the surface from the water and laid eyes on him. Her eyes took him in from head to toe. She seemed to have approved of his presence and smiled. He returned her smile and cleared his throat.

"Up close and personal is much better isn't it?" she asked him, a hint of amusement in her eyes. His eyes widened. Did she know he watched her from his bedroom window, touching himself while he pictured fucking her until he had his fill?

Her grin answered his question.

He watched her intently as she swam to the land he was standing on. He swallowed hard as she raised herself out of the water. She was right. Up close and personal was so much better. And she was perfect. Her hair was longer than what his view of her from his bedroom provided. Her eyes, brown but with a little sprinkle of gold reflecting from the sunset. She stared up at him, daring him to make a move. So he did. His fingers began their journey at her lips. They were full and soft, kissable and wet. She got closer to him and his fingers continued their path down her chin, to her neck. He'd never felt skin so soft. Skin so ripe, he couldn't wait to taste it. His fingers traveled lower, down her collarbone and to the top of her breast. By the sounds coming from her sinful mouth, she liked how he was touching her.

His thumb circled her nipple. They were hard and damp with lake water. He wanted his mouth on them. His mouth watered at the thought, but he'd have to wait. As his fingers traveled again to her lower stomach, she got closer to him, her breathing heavy. His breath started to quicken as well as his fingers slid down slowly into her soft wet center. Her hands placed themselves on his shoulders and his fingers drove into her. He played her softly, his fingertip feeling, touching the very core of her. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders and he could feel them sting his skin but there were more important things at hand. He slid another finger inside her and she gasped lightly. She was tight and dripping wet and it was all just for him. He grinned at the thought and then her eyes meet his. His heated gaze collided with her lustful one. It was clear what she wanted. But he wouldn't give it to her, not until he explored every inch of her. But she had other plans.

He felt her palm graze the front of his shorts. He swelled even more. The need was too great, too powerful. So he pulled her against him hard, letting her feel how hard he was for her. His eyes watched her tongue as they went across her top lip, then her bottom one. He was too caught up with her lips that he hadn't noticed she'd taken his shorts off. He took off his shirt and pulled her close again. He needed to feel her skin against his.

And it felt wonderful.

She slid down his boxers and made sure to brush her breasts against his hard length as she rose up to meet his gaze again. His hands gripped her waist and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked to the nearest tree, feeling how her center slid so well against the length of him, and he placed her back against the tree gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took the beauty of her face in. There was no doubt she was Hispanic, with the strong eyebrows and penetrating eyes, kissable lips and saucy smile. As if reading his mind, she smiled and it was then that he drove into her slowly, inch by inch until she got used to his size. His eagerness to fill her added to his impatience and he started to move inside her, the tip of his length burying itself deeper and deeper into her. She felt so good. Even better than he imagined in his dreams.

He started to make love to her slowly, but as her hips rolled, he lost total control. How did she know how to make his body respond to hers so greatly? He drove into her at a quicker pace. Her nails dug into his skin and it was a sign to go faster, harder. He granted her wish. He felt her muscles tighten around his swollen length and he slowed down his thrusts, making it last. She rode him slowly, sliding down as he went deeper inside her. He hit the right spot in the back of her core and she instantly cried out. She rolled her hips again and as he came, he drove into her with such precision, such hunger he was afraid he'd hurt her. As his breath caught up with him and her cries lowered to soft whispers, he studied her to see if she was hurt. When she smiled he knew she was okay. He felt her slide against his length again. She must have the energy of a million suns. He placed her down on the cool grass and fell on top of her gently, not putting too much weight on her. He moved inside her again. And in an instant he swelled up again, grunting at how painfully turned on he was for her. His hand gripped her hip and he drove into her. She met his thrusts and he could feel her wet again, her moisture wrapping around his length. She was insatiable. But so was he.

He could feel the heat of the sunset hit them. The bright colors outlining their skin during their lovemaking. Her hands gripped his arms and he could feel her tighten again. He drove into her with longer and deeper thrusts, then he bent his head down to take her nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it and bit gently and she instantly came. He did the same thing to her other nipple and then claimed her mouth. He kissed her with a passion so great, it surprised him. He spilled into her, coming so hard. Their hips stopped moving. But their lips had replaced the lovemaking. He made love to her mouth, devouring her lips like a juicy fruit made just for him.

From that day on, the lake would be their sanctuary. A quiet getaway for the most passionate moments any romance novel could ever describe. Right there, on Arousal Lake.