Her Turn.

She swallows the last of her by-now warm cocktail. His glass is empty too.
"I'm ready for another," she says, and stands up. He follows her back to the house. She trips on a tree root and he uses a hand to steady her. "Whoops."
'Sure you want another?'
'Ha. Yes.'
They step inside and he mixes another drink for them both....

...They sit in silence, watching the water of mid-afternoon. Not knowing what else to say, he offers a repeat on the cocktail. She accepts. He goes inside....

...The sun is setting but around the bend of the cove. All they can see is the glassy sheen of the sun on the water. They wait until the dull drop of twilight. Then she follows him into the house, carrying their glasses.

He walks into the kitchen. She slides the screen door shut but doesn't turn around. He sees her pause. 'What?' he asks.

In her mind, she has decided. So she turns to him and says,'I'm sorry.'
'For what?'
'For what I'm about to do.'
'Oh? What's that?'
'Break every rule we have now.'
'I don't think that's a good idea.'
'I know.' She unbuttons her shirt and throws it down.
'No, really. I don't want us to go back down this path.'
'I know.' She flips off her shoes.
He says her name, seriously. A warning. She unbuttons her pants and slides them down. She steps out.
'Look, I really don't think we should,' he says.
'Right.'
There's a pause.
'I won't let this happen.'
'I don't care. It's going to.'
'But I won't let you.'
'But I will.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'I'll stop you. I really will.'
'Fine. Try.'
'No, I mean it. I don't want to hurt you.'
'Then I guess I'll take my licks.'
He looks at her pleadingly. 'Really. Don't.'

She crosses the room quickly to him, and turns him up against the wall. His head is next to the thermostat. She's already pinned his arms to his sides; her speed has disarmed him. She's got him in a bear hug. Her face looks up at his. Neither of them is smiling. She steps away from the wall and tries to pull him down on top of her. It doesn't work; his knees are locked against her force. She won't let go; he won't bend. She goes limp and sets all her body weight on him, so he stumbles. They pile onto the floor. Quick as anything, she tries to get on top of him, but he turns over onto his stomach to crawl away. She sits on his back. She faces his feet and begins to pull his pants down. 'Godddammit!' he says, and quickly flips over, tipping her to the side. He tries to scramble backward, like a crab, but his legs are tangled in his pants. She pounces on him and straddles his belly. All her weight pushes him into the carpet. He can't really move.

His pants are at his knees. His cock is out. She feels its throb against her ass. He's as hard as he's ever been, all the times she consented when she should not have. All the times they said it was the last time.

Her eyes are on his. She's got his wrists pinned to the floor with her hands.
She slides downward so the tip of him grazes her pussy. 'Please,' he breathes. 'Don't make me want this again.'

'Too late.' And she grinds down onto his cock. His gorgeous cock. This moment, when he sinks into her...it's like a drink of water on a hot day: slick and flowing, primal relief. Right now she would take any of him in any of her. She wants to feel this full all over.

And with that, she begins to ride him. She's hard and driving, then quick and light. She's still holding onto his wrists, but they only resist against her for leverage. She sits up straight finally, and he grabs her hips. Her back arches. Her head rolls back. He's watching her with fierce concentration. He sees every part of her, even in the fading light. His memory fills in the parts he can't see clearly, the blue tracing of her veins across her stomach, the birthmark on her ass. His mouth, below her, remembers the taste of her ear and the suck of her tongue.

She's consumed now, almost flailing against him. He does nothing to help her; she's getting there on her own. Her madness rockets him forward and before he anticipates it, he's coming quick, too soon, before her. Or not? Her head has lolled back and her eyes are on the ceiling. She's choked for air, her voice caught in her throat. She's there with him, coming. Her cunt throbs and bucks around his cock, almost squeezing his hot come into her. It's insanity. Her world has gone momentarily black and she can't swallow. She shakes her head in a no no no of disbelief, trying to clear it. All he says is 'Oh!' again adn again.

She collapses forward on top of him. He pauses, then slides his arms around her so his hands are on her ass. She turns her face into his neck. They rest.