Connected by the Tide (17 page)

“Thanks for having us,” Ren said politely.

“We’ll see you later,” Henry said as he took her hand
and pulled her out the door. He walked her to the car and helped her into the passenger seat. After he started the car, he drove out of the driveway, but he turned the opposite way from her house. Ren glanced at him but said nothing.

Henry felt the heat burn between his legs. Ren looked too beautiful in that dress. He wanted to take it off then lick her whole body. He wanted to kiss her, taste her tongue with his, and make her whisper quiet moans of desire. His cock was hard, pressing against his jeans. He reached the beach but drove
farther down the road, away from the tourist spot. Ren still said nothing. Henry rested his hand on her thigh, gripping the muscle gently.

He moved to a deserted beach that had a vacant parking lot. He parked in the front, facing the beach and the ocean. After he rolled down the windows slightly, he turned off the engine. Th
e lights from the dashboard went off, leaving them in darkness. The waves could be heard as they moved up the beach. Henry could hear the sound of his own breathing as well as Ren’s. Even though it was dark, he could see the reflection of distant lights in her eyes. Finally, he turned and looked at her. She met his gaze with the same intensity, the same emotion.

Henry scooted closer to her then pressed his forehead against hers, his breaths coming out deep and shallow. She licked her lips as she stared at him, waiting for him to make his move. He had never been more turned on in his life. No matter how many times she made him come, he still wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough. He needed more—a lot more.

He placed his hand on her neck then moved to her cheek, holding her in place. His thumb rested on her lips, rubbing the wet surface. He stared at her mouth, wanting to devour it with his kisses. He was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been. His cocking was pulsing in his pants, ready to go on its own. Ren’s breathing increased while she stared at him. The sound made him feel more aroused. Her lips were slightly open, begging him to kiss her.

Unable to wait any longer, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers. He didn’t resist and felt the fire ignite as soon as they touched. It burned
, it was so intense. Henry gasped immediately, breaking their kiss for an instant before he returned his lips to where they belonged.

She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her, feeling his lips with every caress. The sound of their lips as they broke apart then came back together made her feel excited. The combination of their heavy breathing, their quiet kisses, and the feel of his body made her feel more aroused than she had ever been. That vibrating pulse throbbing in her clitoris was so intense it was painful. Henry could make her come this way if he really wanted to. That
was how hot she was for him.

Henry moved closer to her, gently pushing her against the window. His kisses were gentle but passionate. He could kiss her all day, loving the intimate moment between them. It was more meaningful than all the times he
’d had sex. He felt like he was making love to her, worshipping her and her presence in his life. She was the queen of his day. He would do anything to make her happy, make her smile. When she broke their kiss for a moment, a quiet cry coming from her lips, he felt encouraged. She felt the moment, too. The throb in her heart and the pain in her chest. His desire coursed through his veins and pumped through his heart, sending it to every part of his body.

He moved his hand to her legs then moved up her thigh and under her dress. He felt her ass underneath, the petite thong barely covering anything. He felt his cock twitch again. If she was already aroused, her pussy must be wet, ready for him to be inside her, sliding in and out. His cock twitched in his pants, moving despite the hug of his jeans. He had never been more attracted to a girl than he was to Ren. He felt like he might come in his pants.

Ren moved her hands under his shirt and felt his chest and stomach. Her fingertips grazed over him as she kissed him. When her nails dug into his back gently, he moaned. She grabbed the end of his shirt then pulled it away. Henry didn’t stop her and raised his hands so she could remove it. The humid air came through the windows, and the smell of salt was evident. The thunder of the crashing waves made him more aroused. It was a perfect night. The sound of birds could be heard nearby. There were no cars in sight, no one driving down the road. It was just them and the natural beauty of the world.

Her hands moved to his jeans and unbuttoned them be
fore she pulled down the zipper. He continued to kiss her, shaking as he felt her pull the waistband of his boxers down. His cock popped out, long and hard. He was proud of his size. He didn’t look at other men, but he knew he was bigger than average. He gripped her ass, wanting her to touch him the way he liked. Fluid was leaking from his tip. The front of his boxers already had a stain because he’d started to get wet as soon as his lips touched hers.

She broke their kiss
, then pressed her forehead against his. Her eyes were staring at his cock while he looked at her, waiting for her to make her move. He thought he would scream, he was so hot for her. She pressed a single finger over the tip, feeling the moisture, then pulled her finger away, making the sticky fluid stretch like a piece of melted cheese. She dangled it around her fingers, playing with it. Henry’s breathing increased and his dick started to move on its own, practically begging her to touch him. Her hand returned, and she slowly wiped the fluid down his shaft. With precision, she covered his entire cock with his own fluid, making it shine in the distant light. Her mouth was slightly open as she stared at his package. The sight made him electrified with desire. He never wanted to be with a woman as much as he wanted to be with her. It was an innate desire. It was the same as any other biological need such as food, water, or shelter. He didn’t want it—he needed it.

She
grasped his shaft, and then she moved up once, massaging the tip, then moved down to the base. The fluid moved past her hand as she went down, making quiet noises as the friction increased. It was the same sound that he heard when he jerked himself with Vaseline. His spine shivered as she touched him.

“Let’s move in the back seat,” she whispered.

He wanted to, but he also didn’t want to move. She looked into his eyes, waiting for him to agree. He continued to stare at her hand as it slowly moved up and down his base, distracting all of his thoughts and sensations.

“It’ll feel better in the back.”

Henry bit his lip and moaned. “You are so good at that,” he whispered.

“My pussy is even better.”

His cocked twitched suddenly.

“Come on,” she said as she released her hand.

He wanted to moan in pain at the loss of her. Henry backed up and pulled himself in the back seat, his pants around his ankles. When he was in the back, he waited for her to join him. She moved into the seat, shaking the car as she went.

Henry turned toward her, his impressive cock still in the air.

She leaned down and licked the base to the tip. “I love him.”

He leaned his head back and moaned through his clenched jaw.

Ren grabbed his jeans then pulled them off, along with his boxers. Now he was completely naked. He stared at her dress, wanting to rip it off. He pulled her to him then reached his hand up her dress, grabbing the thong then pulling it down. She pressed her forehead against his and breathed deeply as she felt her panties fall away. His hand graced her pussy, feeling the dripping moisture. He kept the panties in his hand, feeling the sticky pussy juice with his fingers. She grabbed his hand then brought the soaked panties to his cock. The inside of the underwear was wrapped around his shaft. When he felt the sticky moisture touch his dick he moaned, knowing her pussy would feel a million times better. She grabbed his hand, and together they moved up and down.

Henry leaned his head back and stared at her, his breathing out of control. His hips rocked forward
as they jerked him together. He moved his hand up her dress, then slipped his two fingers inside her. He’d never felt a girl so wet before. Sexy sounds came from her pussy as he moved in and out. Henry never felt this dirty before, and he loved it. He wouldn’t last much longer with this extensive foreplay.

Suddenly she stopped, making Henry moan in pain. She grabbed her dress and pulled it off, sitting next to him naked. Her large tits were perky and round. He leaned in and kissed each nipple before she lay down and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him toward
her. She placed her left leg over the back seat and the other against the passenger seat, spreading her legs wide open for him.

Henry moved on top of her,
his cock practically swinging because it knew what was coming next. Henry pressed his forehead against hers. His cock moved against her pussy, feeling the wetness of her clit and her folds. “You’re flexible.”

She grabbed his face and kissed him. He melted at her touch. More fluid leaked from his cock and onto her stomach, forming a sticky trail. She grabbed his shaft then positioned him at her entrance. His head moved in slightly
, but he didn’t go further.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said with a shaky breath. The windows w
ere starting to fog up from the heat of their bodies.

She spread her legs wider, making
Henry want to buck inside her hard. “Yes.”

“You think we’re ready?”

She pressed her face close to his, rubbing her nose against his. He looked into her eyes, seeing the green color he loved to stare at so much. When he walked into that English class, he’d never expected to find someone as broken as him, just as wonderful and amazing. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. No one set him on fire like she did. He didn’t want to live without her or be apart from her—not ever. When he wasn’t with her, he thought of her constantly. He wanted to make her smile every day, make love to her every day. He didn’t want this relationship to end. For the first time, he knew he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. She was the one. The realization made his heart throb painfully. He’d thought this moment would never happen. It was here. It was finally here.

She kissed him then pulled away. “I know you are,” she whispered. “Now make love to me, Henry.”

He cupped her face as he looked at her, staring into the eyes that he adored. He wanted to stare at those eyes forever. See them when he went to bed every night. He wanted to see the wrinkles form and cover her eyelids in old age. He wanted to see them shine with joy from their first child, see them sadden when horrific events happened. It was only those eyes he wanted to see. “Renee, I love you.”

She smiled at him, emotion in her eyes. They were slightly coated with tears
, but they didn’t fall. “I love you.”

He kissed her and moved further over her, his cock still wanting to move in
farther.

“You’re right,” she whispered.

“What?”

“You were worth the wait.”

He moved into her, slowly sliding until he reached as far as he could go. His eyes never left hers, watching her every expression. Her mouth was formed in a circular shape, taking a deep breath as they made the plunge together. She was so warm and wet, the right amount of friction. Her pussy felt better than anything in his life. This moment felt better than any other he’d shared with anyone else.

He rocked his hips, thrusting into her repeatedly. He had never looked a girl in the eye while he had sex with her. His face was either buried in her shoulder
, or he was staring at her ass because she was on her stomach. Henry felt his heart ache as every second passed. It felt right, wonderful to have this connection with someone else. She understood his every pain and his every trauma. There were no secrets about her that Henry didn’t know. They were a single person in every way. When he joined his body with hers, he gave her his soul, and she gave him hers in return.

The car shook as
he rocked into her, sheathing himself completely until he pulled out, the tip almost coming out. He knew she enjoyed it immensely. She was so wet for him.

“Henry,” she said. Her legs were by her head, bent back almost all the way. Henry moved into her gently, pushing her against the seat with every thrust. She wasn’t moving because he had her pinned down. His upper body was stationary
, but his hips pounded into her with precision. She bit her lip and moaned incoherently. “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”

Knowing she felt good made Henry feel even better. His eyes continued to look into hers. It didn’t feel awkward. He leaned down and kissed her as he
moved, wanting to show her he loved her with just his touch. Her lips had limited response since she was moaning so much, her breath coming out heavy and deep. Their lips smacked as they touched. Her breathing increased, and she gripped his arms.

“Yes, yes,” she said into his mouth. “
Harder.”

He thrust his hips with a greater pace, making the car shake back and forth. If anyone saw the
ir vehicle, it would be obvious what they were doing in the back seat. She looked so beautiful lying below him, her legs spread open only for him. Her eyes were as bright as a spring day, the brightness after a long and cold winter. He revived her, making her believe in love again. She’d never had a man to treat her right, and Henry knew he would give her everything she deserved. He pressed his forehead against hers as he moved inside her.