Touching Shadows

Late night visits

AUDREY

I felt like this "New Audrey" I was getting to know was a bit of a nymphomaniac. I could not get enough. All these years of having average sexual encounters with my first ex, Liam... and then having to repress any sexual needs with Jacob...

Now I was fully aware of what my body could feel, and the power it had over someone else, all I could think of was sex and when I could do it all again.

It was Wednesday night, and I had gone to bed early, exhausted from the day. I hadn't slept well last night, plus a full day of supervising active kids and my surprise tryst under the pier with Cohen, meant my brain and body had been on overdrive.

I was laying in my tent, snuggled up and listening to the water hitting the shore gently. I had gotten used to the noises outside, and found they lulled me to sleep. I was going to miss this when I got home.

I just began to doze when I heard the sound of quiet footsteps outside. My tent unzipped, and my heart momentarily sped up, waiting for the visitor to announce themselves. Cohen put his torch down at my feet and grinned.

"I couldn't sleep."

He invited himself in without any hesitation, and moved himself up the mattress and next to me. The smell of his manliness and his proximity to me only made my heart speed up further. He smelled amazing, and his sculpted torso under his t-shirt looked even better.

I rolled over to face him.

"And so you've come to stop me sleeping as well then?"

He raised an eyebrow at my question and sat up.

"Sorry Red, I didn't realise you were such a nanna. I'll go for a long walk along the lake instead... potentially get eaten by some sort of wild animal... but I'll leave you in peace to get your full 8 hours."

He went to grab his runners and reach for the zip. I sighed and propped myself up on my elbows.

"Why are you really here?"

He dropped his shoe and turned to me.

"I was laying alone in bed, thinking about finger fucking you this afternoon. Thinking about having your tits in my hands, my face between your thighs, you yelling out my name as I made your legs go weak. And then I thought to myself, 'Cohen, why are you laying here with a rock-hard cock, when you know Red is laying in her bed down there, probably thinking about it as well?'"

He shrugged and turned back towards the entrance.

"But I guess I'll go and get mauled by a cougar instead."

He picked up his shoe and started undoing the laces.

My heart was hammering in my chest, as a rush of blood and longing settled between my legs. I knew he was teasing and looking for a response, but I couldn't risk him actually going and leaving me sexually frustrated.

I sat up and wrapped my arms over his broad, tanned shoulders, fingers fanning against his chest.

"Don't even thinking about leaving, Cohen Thompson!"

He dropped his shoe again and spun around, grabbing my torso and lifting me effortlessly, until my legs were wrapped around his waist. My back was against the exit, straddling him as he sat upright. I leaned forward and met his mouth with mine. His tongue sought mine out, longing to taste each other.

I felt his big, calloused hands on my lower back, holding me firmly in place. It amused me that he felt I needed to be held there. As if I was going anywhere!