Aunt Neighbor

Chapter 40 : Just you and I

"Fuck!" she almost shouted, gripping me tight with her legs. We kissed feverishly, desperate to feel one another's passion. I pumped against her strongly, pointing the camera down between us, showing my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. God, she was so fucking tight...

"Fucking give it to me, Alex!" she growled, her hands in my hair. "Shred my cunt, lover..."

I pumped into her harder. If I went any deeper I'd bruise her brain stem. Her slippery tunnel clutched around me, a wet vise I could not get enough of. Our tongues wrestled as we fucked, the rhythm increasing steadily. I could barely concentrate on holding the camera and she thankfully took it from me, filming for us now. We were slick with sweat again, bodies squirming and grinding heatedly.

"I love it," she whispered, kissing my ear. "I can't wait to cum with you. Oh, God, your cum in me..."

It wasn't far off and we both knew it. We panted and moaned as we kissed and nibbled one another's lips. Bodies trembled and writhed as I pressed her back harder against the tree. She gasped and strained against me, clenching me tight, pushing me over the edge.

We came together, with Alexa pressing her face to my shoulder and crying out, shuddering in pleasure. I moaned loudly as I pressed into her, cock pulsing as I came deep inside. She didn't bite me again but kissed me eagerly, across my shoulder and collarbone and then finally my face, smothering me with a hungry affection.

I held her up by her ass cheeks, stroking slowly in and out as we came down from the orgasm, melded in a state of exhausted bliss. Her thumb finally pressed the button to stop recording and she put her tired arms around me, kissing me deeply. We were both completely spent and knew it. She sighed into my mouth, her voice little more than a whisper.

"The grass..." she murmured. "Take us back to the grass if you can... I need to lie down..."

I nodded and gently pulled away from the tree I'd had her pinned against. I slowly pulled my cock out of her and we both shivered as it popped wetly from its tight confines. I scooped her into my arms and carried her like a bride back to the flat expanse of grass not far from the stream. I knelt and set her down gently, chuckling as I saw all the red marks on her back from the tree's rough bark.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that," she said, smiling. "Take a picture so I can remember it."

I used her phone to snap a few pictures and then she lay down, sprawling out and stretching deliciously. I just watched her, totally enchanted. I lay on my side next to her and caressed her soft skin. Even thought we were no longer making love, I wanted to feel her skin against mine in some capacity. I was well and truly addicted.

"Mmmmm, look at that mark you left on me," she purred, gently cupping her breast and looking at my teeth marks in the soft skin. "That's a good one, it'll stay for a while. Just like the one I put on you. It's so erotic when a lover leaves their mark on you."

She turned on her side to face me, tracing her finger over her bite mark on my shoulder. "I wish we could show off our marks. God, I'd love to be able to do that."

I chuckled. "And I'm trying to picture a world in which we wouldn't be assassinated for doing that."

"True," Alexa sighed. "So not fair. Boy of my dreams and he's not even taken, he's my sister's son. Talk about lousy."

She took the camera and nestled herself around on top of me so that the bite mark on her breast was right next to the one on my shoulder. We both grinned for the camera as she took the picture, then pressed her bite mark directly to mine for another.

"It's like they've kissed now," she said cheerfully, setting the phone aside to give it a rest. "I can't believe how many pictures we've taken today."

"It's been a blast, for sure." I agreed. "We've definitely christened this place and made it our own."

"I feel like it was meant to be ours," she said softly, looking off at the crystalline waters of the stream. "It's not even a man-made spot, you can tell it's completely natural."

"It feels like it was made for us, yes," I said, nodding. "Just you and I, Alexa. This is our refuge from now on. Whenever we want to be alone, we can come here."

"It's perfect, my love..." she cooed as she rolled onto me and kissed me lovingly.

***

"So did he say more than ten words while you were out?" mom asked as she watched us bring in and unload everything from the car. We'd stopped and bought some more things for Alexa, just to make our outing more convincing.

"He did well," Alexa replied, smiling. "You've got a charming young man here, Karen, when he chooses to be."

"Well that's good to hear,' dad chimed in from his place at the kitchen island. "How was the picnic?"

"High Park is a wonderful place for a picnic," Alexa said, mentioning a large park we had stopped by briefly on the way back. "We stopped by the market and got supplies for a picnic and I bought a dress, along with some other small clothing items."

"Sounds like you had a busy day," mom agreed. "We, on the other hand, did absolutely nothing, and it was glorious."

"Well, nothing we'd discuss with you two, that is," dad added, smirking at mom. She gave him a wry smile and a swat on the shoulder. "Sounds like the kind of day we all needed."

"It was good," I declared, yawning. "I'm gonna help unpack this stuff and then take a nap. Keeping up with Alexa can wear a guy out."

"Sounds good, sport," dad said, taking a sip from his beer. "After you finish the lawn you started this morning. Can't leave it half-done."

I looked at him in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Hey, it's still light out," he reasoned. "Go ahead and knock it out and then you can do whatever you like."

I sighed and nodded, knowing better than to argue. Plainly my parents were happy that Alexa and I had gotten out of their hair today, but there was still the matter of my atoning for waking them up so damned early. I scooped up the shopping bags with Alexa's purchases in them and tromped upstairs, trying to look annoyed. I put them down on her floor and returned to the kitchen, where the three of them were talking cheerfully about what we'd seen. Alexa seemed to have an eidetic memory, because she described several places we had seen just in passing but could make it sound like we'd been there.

"Well, let me go and get this over with." I muttered, heading out to the back. I've no doubt that if she could have, Alexa would have watched, but keeping my parents engaged seemed more relevant, in fact. She didn't want to seem like she was focused on me for reasons we dared not explain.