Fisher's Light
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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 fucking 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 fucking long. Too fucking 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 fucking 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.
She grinds against me, rubbing her clit against my groin and I stop thrusting and hold my cock deep inside of her, making tight circles with my hips, the exact way I know she likes it, her whimpers and moans of pleasure letting me know that at least THIS hasn’t changed.
An explosion in the sky blocks out the sound of the waves and my body jerks in Lucy’s arms. My heart starts beating faster and I feel panic begin to overwhelm me until Lucy presses her hands to my face and pulls my eyes up to meet hers, even though I can barely see them because it’s pitch black out here in the ocean away from everyone else.
“It’s okay, it’s just the fireworks,” she tells me softly, pulling her body up the length of my cock and then sliding right back down.
My body immediately relaxes as another loud boom echoes around us, followed by a shower of colorful sparks far above our heads. The fireworks continue high above us, each bright explosion lighting up Lucy’s face as I push and pull my cock out of her and she moves right along with me. I stare at her face, counting each freckle, and I get lost in the sparkle of her eyes reflected with every firework until we’re moving faster, panting harder and clutching onto each other tighter.
She doesn’t move her eyes away from mine as her body tightens around me and she comes with my name on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close to me as I pump and thrust and chant her name as I follow right behind her, coming harder than I have in a over a year, when I just had the memory of Lucy and my hand to get by.
Staying locked together in the water, I turn us around so we can watch the rest of the fireworks out over the water, feeling like I’m finally home, even though I’ve been here for almost two months.
“Fisher?” she calls my name quietly after a few moments.
Looking down at her, I’m a little surprised to find her scowling up at me. “Yes?” I answer tentatively.
“Don’t ever call me Luce again. Ever,” she answers.
I can’t help the laughter that erupts from deep within my chest as I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “Ok, Lucy in the sky with diamonds.”
Chapter 33
Lucy
Present Day
“So, what you’re saying is, you just used me for sex?” Fisher asks with a laugh.
I laugh right along with him, so happy to hear the sound that I can’t even bother being pissed off anymore at what his father said to me earlier.
“You can thank your asshole father for that,” I inform him, pulling a towel tighter around my shoulders and inching closer to the fireplace.
After our little romp in the ocean, we snuck out of the water during the grand finale. Even though we were far enough away from the crowd on the beach that there weren’t any fires or lights illuminating us, I still didn’t want to take the chance of someone seeing us, so we made our exit while everyone’s eyes were glued to the sky in the opposite direction. We held hands and jogged through the empty town, laughing the entire way in our sopping wet clothing, thankful that everyone was down at the beach and wouldn’t see us running through the streets like a couple of teenagers afraid of getting caught for doing something naughty.
Even though we did. Something very, very naughty and hot and beautiful and so amazing that my body still feels like it’s on fire. My anger over Jefferson’s insinuations festered all afternoon, eventually pushing me to go to the beach and confront Fisher. I’m certain my ex-father-in-law would be none too pleased to learn that he played a major role in getting us over one hurdle and pushing us to finally do something about what’s going on between us.
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 fucking 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 fucking long. Too fucking 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 fucking 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.
She grinds against me, rubbing her clit against my groin and I stop thrusting and hold my cock deep inside of her, making tight circles with my hips, the exact way I know she likes it, her whimpers and moans of pleasure letting me know that at least THIS hasn’t changed.
An explosion in the sky blocks out the sound of the waves and my body jerks in Lucy’s arms. My heart starts beating faster and I feel panic begin to overwhelm me until Lucy presses her hands to my face and pulls my eyes up to meet hers, even though I can barely see them because it’s pitch black out here in the ocean away from everyone else.
“It’s okay, it’s just the fireworks,” she tells me softly, pulling her body up the length of my cock and then sliding right back down.
My body immediately relaxes as another loud boom echoes around us, followed by a shower of colorful sparks far above our heads. The fireworks continue high above us, each bright explosion lighting up Lucy’s face as I push and pull my cock out of her and she moves right along with me. I stare at her face, counting each freckle, and I get lost in the sparkle of her eyes reflected with every firework until we’re moving faster, panting harder and clutching onto each other tighter.
She doesn’t move her eyes away from mine as her body tightens around me and she comes with my name on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close to me as I pump and thrust and chant her name as I follow right behind her, coming harder than I have in a over a year, when I just had the memory of Lucy and my hand to get by.
Staying locked together in the water, I turn us around so we can watch the rest of the fireworks out over the water, feeling like I’m finally home, even though I’ve been here for almost two months.
“Fisher?” she calls my name quietly after a few moments.
Looking down at her, I’m a little surprised to find her scowling up at me. “Yes?” I answer tentatively.
“Don’t ever call me Luce again. Ever,” she answers.
I can’t help the laughter that erupts from deep within my chest as I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “Ok, Lucy in the sky with diamonds.”
Chapter 33
Lucy
Present Day
“So, what you’re saying is, you just used me for sex?” Fisher asks with a laugh.
I laugh right along with him, so happy to hear the sound that I can’t even bother being pissed off anymore at what his father said to me earlier.
“You can thank your asshole father for that,” I inform him, pulling a towel tighter around my shoulders and inching closer to the fireplace.
After our little romp in the ocean, we snuck out of the water during the grand finale. Even though we were far enough away from the crowd on the beach that there weren’t any fires or lights illuminating us, I still didn’t want to take the chance of someone seeing us, so we made our exit while everyone’s eyes were glued to the sky in the opposite direction. We held hands and jogged through the empty town, laughing the entire way in our sopping wet clothing, thankful that everyone was down at the beach and wouldn’t see us running through the streets like a couple of teenagers afraid of getting caught for doing something naughty.
Even though we did. Something very, very naughty and hot and beautiful and so amazing that my body still feels like it’s on fire. My anger over Jefferson’s insinuations festered all afternoon, eventually pushing me to go to the beach and confront Fisher. I’m certain my ex-father-in-law would be none too pleased to learn that he played a major role in getting us over one hurdle and pushing us to finally do something about what’s going on between us.
