covered
covered - Dianna/Darren RPF; Adult
She's sitting on the blanket, head resting against her knees where they're pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs, and he smiles slightly as he looks at her.
The sun is setting, and she's wearing a sweater over her bathing suit to combat the chill coming off the water, a soft oversized off-white pullover that comes to the middle of her thighs. He always finds it sexier than he probably should.
He starts towards her, slipping his hands into his pockets. "You want to go inside?"
She looks up and smiles as she shakes her head. "Not yet."
A short laugh escapes him as he reaches the blanket, and he slowly sinks to his knees in front of her.
"Di, I know you, you're freezing."
She giggles softly and tilts her head to the side. "But it's just so pretty out here."
Her gaze turns to the horizon again, and he nods as he admires her profile and tousled hair.
"Yeah," he murmurs, "it is."
He leans forward, and her lips curve as he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her head.
She turns her head when he pulls back slightly, and he touches another kiss to her smile.
There's a mischievous glint in her eye when he pulls back, and she arches an eyebrow at him. "Maybe you can warm me up."
He raises his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm," she hums, and sits up slightly, her arms leaving her legs.
Her fingers pluck at the strings around her neck, and then disappear underneath her sweater; a moment later her bikini top is in her hands, and she grins as she tosses it away.
He grins back and leans forward, kissing her again as he begins to gently push her down.
His knee is between her legs as he lies half on top of her, and his hand is on her thigh, working a slow path up her cool skin. He can feel goosebumps rising under his touch, and her legs shift as his hand moves higher, spreading a little wider when his fingers drift to her inner thigh.
He touches his fingers lightly to her bikini bottoms, stroking her through the fabric and savoring the quiet moan that slips from her mouth into his, loving the way her hand slides from his shoulder to his neck.
His fingers tease the elastic edge, dipping underneath momentarily before continuing up her body, smiling a little as a frustrated whimper slips past her lips.
He presses his hand to her smooth stomach, caressing her skin, moving to trace the curve of her side, and then sliding up to her breast.
It's soft and warm, filling his hand perfectly, and she moans quietly as her back arches, pressing into his touch.
His thumb passes over her nipple once, again, over and over until she's writhing underneath him, her fingers in his hair.
He takes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she cries out when he pinches it, tugging sharply on his hair as her back arches again.
"Darren," she gasps, "please -"
He shifts his body against hers, knowing she can feel his erection through his pants, and presses his thigh between her legs, smirking when her hips rise to grind against his leg, seeking that friction.
He shifts again, and his hand moves back down her body to pluck at the strings tied at her hip. He moves over her stomach to undo the other side, and pulls the rest of her bathing suit from her body, pushing up slightly as he tosses it over near her top.
He looks back at her, and then hesitates a moment, staring down at her. She's still wearing the sweater, the bottom around her thighs; her body is completely covered, but he knows what's underneath, or more appropriately what isn't underneath, and it sends a sharp stab of want through him.
She smiles a little as she looks at him, and he smiles back as his hands drop to undo the fastenings on his pants.
She bites her lip as she watches him, her fingers curling around the hem of her sweater when he finally frees himself of his jeans, and then giggles softly when he has to kick his legs to get the pants off all the way.
He stills her hands when she starts to pull her sweater off, stretching out over her and kissing her before murmuring, "Leave it on," against her lips.
She smiles slightly and kisses him again as he kneels between her legs. His hands drop to her thighs, easing her sweater up just enough before gripping her hips and slowly pushing inside of her.
Her hands rest on top of his, short nails digging into his skin, and he can just hear her slow exhalation over the crash of the waves.
He lowers himself down on top of her, slipping deeper as her pelvis tilts, and one hand slides around to her backside, caressing the curve of it before moving to pull her thigh higher against his side.
Her hands slide to his shoulders as he braces on his forearm and begins to move, long, deep, deliberate strokes, still holding her leg in his other hand.
There's a moment to be grateful this is a private beach, but it soon disappears as she clenches around him, and there are no other thoughts than her, and how good it feels inside of her, how much he loves being with her.
He shifts after a moment, pressing more of his body against hers as he lets go of her leg to brace on his other arm, and groans a little at the sensation as her sweater rubs against his skin.
His head drops into the curve of her neck, and he can feel her breath hot on his ear as she gasps his name.
He kisses her neck, and then rises up slightly to kiss her lips, his tongue sliding against hers and mimicking the motion of him inside of her.
She holds him tightly, her hips rising against his as they move together, and then her mouth falls open when he begins to move a little faster.
"Almost," she breathes, one heel pressing against his lower back as the other rubs over the back of his thigh.
He presses deeper, feeling his own release imminent, and needing to make her come before he does.
A few moments later she's tightening around him with a loud cry, her body arching under his as her head tilts back, and he groans as he follows right after, continuing to move through the pulse of her orgasm.
His head drops again, and he presses his lips to her shoulder, breathing out a slow breath against her skin as her fingers comb gently through his hair.
His kisses move over her collar bone, and then to her neck, and then he whispers, "Love you," against her jaw before lifting his head to look in her eyes.
Her lips curve as her fingers continue to stroke his hair, and she whispers, "Love you too."
Several moments pass, darkness settling around them, and then they finally stand to head back into the house.
They make love again in the shower, and then fix dinner together, her dressed in a pair of panties and one of his shirts, him in just his boxers.
They open the French doors in the bedroom later to let the sound of the ocean fill the room as they make love one more time, and fall asleep tangled up in the sheets and each other, her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair.
She's sitting on the blanket, head resting against her knees where they're pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs, and he smiles slightly as he looks at her.
The sun is setting, and she's wearing a sweater over her bathing suit to combat the chill coming off the water, a soft oversized off-white pullover that comes to the middle of her thighs. He always finds it sexier than he probably should.
He starts towards her, slipping his hands into his pockets. "You want to go inside?"
She looks up and smiles as she shakes her head. "Not yet."
A short laugh escapes him as he reaches the blanket, and he slowly sinks to his knees in front of her.
"Di, I know you, you're freezing."
She giggles softly and tilts her head to the side. "But it's just so pretty out here."
Her gaze turns to the horizon again, and he nods as he admires her profile and tousled hair.
"Yeah," he murmurs, "it is."
He leans forward, and her lips curve as he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her head.
She turns her head when he pulls back slightly, and he touches another kiss to her smile.
There's a mischievous glint in her eye when he pulls back, and she arches an eyebrow at him. "Maybe you can warm me up."
He raises his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm," she hums, and sits up slightly, her arms leaving her legs.
Her fingers pluck at the strings around her neck, and then disappear underneath her sweater; a moment later her bikini top is in her hands, and she grins as she tosses it away.
He grins back and leans forward, kissing her again as he begins to gently push her down.
His knee is between her legs as he lies half on top of her, and his hand is on her thigh, working a slow path up her cool skin. He can feel goosebumps rising under his touch, and her legs shift as his hand moves higher, spreading a little wider when his fingers drift to her inner thigh.
He touches his fingers lightly to her bikini bottoms, stroking her through the fabric and savoring the quiet moan that slips from her mouth into his, loving the way her hand slides from his shoulder to his neck.
His fingers tease the elastic edge, dipping underneath momentarily before continuing up her body, smiling a little as a frustrated whimper slips past her lips.
He presses his hand to her smooth stomach, caressing her skin, moving to trace the curve of her side, and then sliding up to her breast.
It's soft and warm, filling his hand perfectly, and she moans quietly as her back arches, pressing into his touch.
His thumb passes over her nipple once, again, over and over until she's writhing underneath him, her fingers in his hair.
He takes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she cries out when he pinches it, tugging sharply on his hair as her back arches again.
"Darren," she gasps, "please -"
He shifts his body against hers, knowing she can feel his erection through his pants, and presses his thigh between her legs, smirking when her hips rise to grind against his leg, seeking that friction.
He shifts again, and his hand moves back down her body to pluck at the strings tied at her hip. He moves over her stomach to undo the other side, and pulls the rest of her bathing suit from her body, pushing up slightly as he tosses it over near her top.
He looks back at her, and then hesitates a moment, staring down at her. She's still wearing the sweater, the bottom around her thighs; her body is completely covered, but he knows what's underneath, or more appropriately what isn't underneath, and it sends a sharp stab of want through him.
She smiles a little as she looks at him, and he smiles back as his hands drop to undo the fastenings on his pants.
She bites her lip as she watches him, her fingers curling around the hem of her sweater when he finally frees himself of his jeans, and then giggles softly when he has to kick his legs to get the pants off all the way.
He stills her hands when she starts to pull her sweater off, stretching out over her and kissing her before murmuring, "Leave it on," against her lips.
She smiles slightly and kisses him again as he kneels between her legs. His hands drop to her thighs, easing her sweater up just enough before gripping her hips and slowly pushing inside of her.
Her hands rest on top of his, short nails digging into his skin, and he can just hear her slow exhalation over the crash of the waves.
He lowers himself down on top of her, slipping deeper as her pelvis tilts, and one hand slides around to her backside, caressing the curve of it before moving to pull her thigh higher against his side.
Her hands slide to his shoulders as he braces on his forearm and begins to move, long, deep, deliberate strokes, still holding her leg in his other hand.
There's a moment to be grateful this is a private beach, but it soon disappears as she clenches around him, and there are no other thoughts than her, and how good it feels inside of her, how much he loves being with her.
He shifts after a moment, pressing more of his body against hers as he lets go of her leg to brace on his other arm, and groans a little at the sensation as her sweater rubs against his skin.
His head drops into the curve of her neck, and he can feel her breath hot on his ear as she gasps his name.
He kisses her neck, and then rises up slightly to kiss her lips, his tongue sliding against hers and mimicking the motion of him inside of her.
She holds him tightly, her hips rising against his as they move together, and then her mouth falls open when he begins to move a little faster.
"Almost," she breathes, one heel pressing against his lower back as the other rubs over the back of his thigh.
He presses deeper, feeling his own release imminent, and needing to make her come before he does.
A few moments later she's tightening around him with a loud cry, her body arching under his as her head tilts back, and he groans as he follows right after, continuing to move through the pulse of her orgasm.
His head drops again, and he presses his lips to her shoulder, breathing out a slow breath against her skin as her fingers comb gently through his hair.
His kisses move over her collar bone, and then to her neck, and then he whispers, "Love you," against her jaw before lifting his head to look in her eyes.
Her lips curve as her fingers continue to stroke his hair, and she whispers, "Love you too."
Several moments pass, darkness settling around them, and then they finally stand to head back into the house.
They make love again in the shower, and then fix dinner together, her dressed in a pair of panties and one of his shirts, him in just his boxers.
They open the French doors in the bedroom later to let the sound of the ocean fill the room as they make love one more time, and fall asleep tangled up in the sheets and each other, her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair.