Fisher's Light(83)

“You are always running away or shutting down when things get hard and I’m so f*cking sick of it!” she shouts angrily. “Sending me all those damn journal pages, making me REMEMBER and making me miss what we had and then, what? When things get a little difficult, you just give up? You just walk away without a fight? A-f*cking-gain?”

“Lu—”

“SHUT UP!” she interrupts. “Just shut up and let me finish!”

My dick is about two seconds away from ripping right through the material of my black cargo shorts with each word she shouts, so I put my hands up in surrender and let her continue.

“What was the point of coming back here, making me relive all of those f*cking memories if you weren’t going to really put up a fight? Do you even want me or do you just hate it that someone else does? You don’t want anyone else fishing in your damn pond, but you seem to forget that YOU tossed me back in that f*cking water! You always said you’d find your way back to me and you FUCKING LIED!”

She shoulders past me and storms off, away from me and everyone on the beach waiting for fireworks. Taking Trip’s words to heart, I remove my head from my ass and charge after her. She’s moving so fast that I have to jog to catch up with her, the darkness of the beach practically swallowing her up as she moves further and further away from the bonfires and the crowds of people. She suddenly makes a beeline for the water and splashes into the surf, ignoring me as I shout her name and follow behind her. I stop when the water is up to my shins, but she keeps going until she’s beyond the cresting waves and standing chest-deep in the ocean.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shout to her as she slowly turns around to face me.

“Throwing myself back in the f*cking pond, hoping you’ll get the damn hint and catch me!” she yells back.

It only takes two seconds for my brain to catch up to what she’s saying.

I move my feet, wading through the water as the waves crash against my waist until I make it out to her.

“So, you DO have a brain,” she says sarcastically.

It’s my turn to growl. “Shut up.”

Grabbing onto her face, I pull her towards me and crash my lips against hers. She immediately parts her lips and moans into my mouth when I slide my tongue against hers. Moving my hands away from her face, they splash into the water and I reach for her hips, clutching onto them tightly and lifting her up to pull her against me. Her tongue moves deeper into my mouth and her legs wrap around my waist as I palm her ass under the water.

The kiss grows frantic as we move our mouths faster and push our tongues deeper. Lucy’s hands slide through my hair, clenching handfuls in her fists when I bite down on her bottom lip. She rocks her hips against me and I grab onto the edges of her thong, snapping the thin strings and pulling it away from the heat of her. She looks up at me in shock before the heat returns to her eyes, burning stronger than before, and she anchors her body around mine, using the muscles in her thighs to pull me closer as she presses her lips to mine once again.

The water laps around us as I brace my feet into the sand and we sink a few inches deeper into the ocean each time the tide ebbs and flows. Reaching between us, I quickly unbutton my shorts and push them down enough to free my cock, lining it up with her body. Even submerged in water, I can still feel her slick heat against the head of my dick as I slowly inch my way inside of her.

Lucy pulls her mouth away from my lips and rests her forehead against mine, breathing heavily and rocking her hips to push me deeper.

“I will ALWAYS f*cking fight for you, Lucy,” I promise as I dig my fingers deeper into her hips and pull her body down a little more on my cock.

She whimpers softly and I kiss her nose and her cheeks, holding myself still halfway inside of her, taking a few breaths to calm down and get used to feeling her around me again. It’s been so f*cking long. Too f*cking long since I was here, where I was always meant to be.

“I’m sorry I went away, but I DID find my way back to you and I’m never f*cking leaving again.”

Thrusting my hips hard, I push inside of Lucy until I’m as deep as I can get. We groan together, but it’s still not enough. It will never be enough with Lucy.

“It’s always been you. It will ALWAYS, only be you,” I whisper as I shift my hips and slide in and out of her as fast as I can in the water.

Her ankles lock together against my ass and she rocks her hips against me. My hands move back to her ass and I grab it tightly, pulling her up and down on my cock. The water splashes around us with the force of our movements and I’m reminded for the thousandth time what a fool I was for walking away from her. No matter how hard I tried to shut her out when I was going through my shit, this was always where we communicated the best, where we fit together perfectly. The darkness, the pain, the nightmares, they always went away when I was inside Lucy, feeling her tighten around me and bringing me to my knees.