Lake House Gypsy

The rain hammered against the windows of the old lake house, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Esme moved through the dim kitchen like she owned it, her long black hair wet from the downpour, plastered to her shoulders. She wore a thin white blouse that clung to every curve, and when she bent to grab another bottle of wine from the cooler, I saw the outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. Hard. Pointed. Like she knew exactly what I was watching.

"You're staring, Leo."

"Can't help it."

She turned, a bottle dangling from her fingers, and that dark gypsy smile spread across her lips. The one she'd been giving me for three months at the diner. The one that made me spill coffee and forget orders. The one that finally made me invite her here.

"Good," she said. "I like being watched."

She walked toward me, slow, deliberate, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. The storm raged outside, but inside, everything went quiet except the thud of my heart.

"All those mornings at the diner," she murmured, setting the wine on the table. "You bringing me coffee. Lingering. You think I didn't notice?"

"I hoped you did."

She stepped closer. I could smell her now — rain and something floral, jasmine maybe, and underneath it, the warm scent of her skin.

"I've been thinking about this," she said, her voice dropping low. "About being alone with you. Somewhere quiet."

Her hand came up, fingers tracing my jaw, my stubble. I sucked in a breath.

"Esme..."

"Shut up, Leo."

She kissed me.

Not soft. Not gentle. Her mouth crushed against mine, hot and demanding, her tongue sliding past my lips before I knew what was happening. I groaned, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me. She was so warm, so wet from the rain, and she tasted like red wine and something darker.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard, and I gasped against her mouth.

"I want you to fuck me," she breathed. "Right here. Right now."

I didn't answer. I just pushed her back against the table, and she laughed, that low, husky laugh that drove me crazy.

"Eager boy."

"Shut up, Esme."

She grinned, and I kissed her again, my hands sliding down her wet blouse, unbuttoning it one by one. Her skin was hot underneath, her breasts spilling out of a black lace bra. I bent my head, taking one nipple in my mouth, and she arched into me, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

"Yes... fuck, yes..."

I sucked harder, my hand cupping her other breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple until it was hard and aching. She moaned, her head falling back, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

"More," she whispered. "I need more."

I straightened, looking at her. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, her lips swollen from my kisses. She was beautiful. Wild. Untamed.

"Turn around," I said.

She obeyed, turning and bracing her hands on the table. I watched her ass — round, firm, perfect in those tight black shorts. I unbuttoned them, pulled them down, and she stepped out of them without hesitation.

"No panties," I said, my voice rough.

"I knew you'd be taking them off anyway."

I knelt behind her, my hands on her hips, my mouth finding the curve of her ass. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Leo..."

"Patience."

I kissed her inner thighs, slow, teasing, feeling her tremble. She was wet — I could see it, smell it, taste it in the air. I leaned in, my tongue sliding through her folds, and she cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth.

"Fuck... right there..."

I licked her, slow and deep, tasting her, drinking her in. She was so responsive, her moans filling the room, her fingers gripping the table until her knuckles went white. I slid one finger inside her, then two, and she gasped, her body clenching around me.

"Leo, please... I need you inside me. Now."

I stood up, unzipping my jeans, my cock hard and aching. I lined myself up, the head pressing against her entrance, and she pushed back against me.

"Don't tease," she breathed.

I didn't.

I thrust into her in one smooth motion, and she screamed — a raw, guttural sound that was swallowed by the thunder outside. She was so tight, so hot, and I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I started to move.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and drove into her again and again. The table creaked beneath us, the rain hammered against the glass, and her moans grew louder, more desperate.

"Yes... yes... don't stop..."

I didn't.

I felt her body tightening around me, her orgasm building, and I leaned forward, my mouth against her ear.

"Come for me, Esme."

She did.

Her body convulsed, a cry tearing from her throat, and I followed, burying myself deep inside her as I came, my own groan lost in the storm.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, breathing hard, the rain drumming against the roof.

Then she laughed, that low, husky sound, and turned her head to look at me.

"Not bad, Leo."

I kissed her shoulder. "Just not bad?"

"Maybe good. We'll have to try again to be sure."

I grinned. "The storm's not stopping anytime soon."

She smiled, dark and knowing, and pulled me back down to her.