Lakeside Date

So there he is, Thomas Stone, grinning like the cat that got the whole dairy aisle because tonight’s date ended with a front-row seat to Nicole Brix spread out on a picnic blanket by the lake. Blonde hair catching moonlight, the rest of her catching his hips as he slides every hard inch inside her at a lazy, dizzying pace—deep enough that she arches, slow enough that neither of them can hurry it. She squeezes, he groans, they set a rhythm that rocks the water in tiny ripples. Thomas finds the spot that makes her toes curl against his thighs, and he parks there a while, circling just enough to make Nicole’s filthy little gasp split the quiet night like she’s laughing with surprise. Between those gasping laughs she hooks an ankle behind his back and pulls him greedier, and he obliges because sometimes the only polite thing to do is fuck a beautiful woman right on up into the sky.