The long awaited second chapter written at 3am while I had too much caffeine. Thanks to my fantabulous beta crimsonmaz.
As it got dark, a bon fire was started and everyone sat around roasting marshmallows and making s'mores. Cristina and Owen took the opportunity to go for a walk along the water, by the light of the full moon. A ways down the beachy shore, in front of the woods, they came across an unused wooden dock.
"Let's go skinny dipping," Cristina suggested, pulling on Owen's hand as she walked towards the dock.
"Skinny dipping?" Owen chuckled.
"Yeah," she replied, kicking off her shoes and taking off her jeans, "no one's around and it's dark."
Owen looked around for himself to confirm that they, truly, were alone. When he looked at Cristina again, she had taken off her tank top.
"Come on! We've never had sex in a lake before," she told him, reaching over to pull off his shirt.
He knew there was no way he could resist her. It was impossible. The rest of his clothes quickly joined the pile. He jumped into the waist deep water from the dock as Cristina finally took off her underwear and sat on the edge of the dock, her feet in the water.
"It's cold!" she complained.
"So?" he challenged, running his hands over her thighs.
Owen pushed her legs apart and she scooted closer to the edge, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Running his hands up the inside of her thighs, he parted the lips of her pussy with his thumbs. He leaned in to run his tongue over her moist center before using it to flick across her clit.
Cristina leaned back on one hand while the other ran though Owen's hair encouragingly. Gently, he caught her clit between his teeth, sucking softly on it and causing her to whimper in pleasure, her hand grabbing at his hair a little harder. He moved one of his hands from her hip and pushed two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, a grin of satisfaction crossing his face as he heard her moan, She pushed her hips as close to him as she could without falling off the dock.
He slid his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue gliding over her clit. The fingers tangled in his hair served to draw his head closer and closer, the feeling so intense that her breath came out in short gasps. Adding another finger, he started sucking a little harder, his tongue sliding against her clit.
Using his teeth to scrape against her engorged clit, he alternated between sucking and scraping while quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. He felt her walls tighten around his fingers and then heard her call out his name as she came. Cristina allowed herself to lie back on the cool, wooden dock to catch her breath as Owen continued to move his fingers in and out, slowly, bringing her back to earth.
Owen pulled out his fingers and licked at her clit softly, before placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. He reached for her hands to pull her upright again.
Sitting up, Cristina smiled at him. "You're so good at that."
Owen chuckled and put his hands on her waist.
"No," she shook her head with a small laugh, her curls brushing against her bare chest with the movement.
"Yes," he replied giving her a devious smile, and pulled her into the water with him.
She entered the water with a splash, her hair getting a little wet. "It's cold!"
He wrapped his arms around her waist, "You get used to it quickly," he assured her, moving them a little deeper into the water.
Cristina looped her arms around his neck as he swam them out to where the water was chest deep. She wrapped her legs around his hips and smiled when she felt his erection brush against her center. Leaning over to kiss him, her tongue darted into his mouth, passionately exploring its sensual depths while it wrestled with his.
Using one hand to reach behind him and brace them against a wooden beam that was part of the dock, he used the other to guide himself into her, letting out a deep groan as he did. Cristina moaned into his mouth as her walls stretched to accommodate his big, hot cock; a delicious contrast to the coolness of the water surrounding them. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
She broke away from their kiss abruptly with a noisy smacking sound and began running her lips and nose over his stubble, sliding back and forth around the thickness of his cock, using her legs and the water to pull her hips at first closer, and then away. Owen guided her with a hand on her lower back, doing his best to match her movements, even as he felt resistance from the water, and thrust into her as she pulled her hips hard against his.
Owen let out a growl of ecstasy as Cristina started thrusting her hips faster against his, their bodies adjusting to the resistance of the water affecting their movements and accommodating for the change. The water splashed up against their bodies and all around them as they moved synchronously, Cristina's hardened nipples rubbing against Owen's muscular chest, the sensation electrifying her entire body. She nipped at his jaw, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck.
"Oh, god, this is amazing," Owen groaned, placing a warm, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her shoulder.
Cristina moaned in agreement as she sucked at the side of his neck, picking up the pace and loving how he was hitting her g-spot. She sucked and licked abandonedly on his neck, marking her territory, while he tightened his grip on the pole and breathed heavily against her shoulder, biting down; not too hard but enough to leave a mark - just how she liked it.
When she was done with her ministrations on his neck, Cristina turned her attention to speeding up her thrusts. She felt Owen draw his hand between them to rub a thumb against her clit and she knew he was close to blowing.
"I'm almost there," Cristina whispered raggedly into his ear, catching a lobe between her teeth amd biting down gently. She grinned distractedly at the moan that elicited.
Owen felt the waves of her second orgasm that night ripple around him and, with a loud groan of release muffled against her neck, he came, his hot cum spilling into her. As she felt his body shuddering in climax, Cristina kept her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, anchoring him inside of her.
When he regained his strength, he released his hold on the dock and slowly ran both hands up and down her back, catching her lips in a deep, loving, lingering kiss.
They could add one more location to their repertoire of places they'd had sex.