Page 38 of Loving Smoke

She gripped the bottle with both hands, but stayed silent.

I shifted closer. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” The way she froze up made me wonder if her story was worse than mine. “As a matter of fact, we don’t have to do anymore talking at all.”

I cupped her cheek and crushed my lips to hers. The tang of beer on her lips and the salt air swirling around us made my dick even harder.

I let my hand slip down her neck and over her breast to the hem of her t-shirt. I pulled the thin material up breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over her head.

“Fuck. That is sweet.” A black bikini top just barely covering her nipples greeted me and I actually licked my lips. “Now I wanna see the rest of it.”

She cocked her head at me.

“Give me a little show.”

I leaned away from her and she pushed herself up until she was standing in front of me. Like one of those pornos we watched at the clubhouse, I was between her legs looking up at her and fuck if she didn’t do her own bashful version of a striptease.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly, very fuckin’ slowly undid the tab of her jean shorts. By the time she got to the zipper my tongue was hanging out of my mouth like a cartoon wolf. She anchored her thumbs on each side of the denim and inched the material down over her exquisite ass and hips until the shorts pooled around her feet.

As if that wasn’t enough, the bikini bottom was basically a thong with a tiny strip in the front and her ass cheeks on full display in the back. Not much more than the strippers wore at the club.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Of course, she didn’t and that’s what made me want to grab her and pound into her until neither one of us could breathe. “With moves like that you should be up on stage at The Tropics.”

She popped a hip and my blood burned hotter, but I wasn’t ready for this to end. “Get wet.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” The growl in my voice widened her eyes. “Go get wet and then come back here and suck my cock with your salty mouth.”

She bit her lower lip, then smiled. “You really are a bad boy, aren’t you.”

“You have no fuckin’ idea, babe. Now, do as you’re told.”

Her dark eyes smoldered for a second before she turned toward the ocean. The rear view was almost better than the front and I had to hold back from jerking off right here, right now.

She dove into the calm water, then resurfaced like some erotic mermaid. Hair slicked back, her tawny skin shimmering with droplets of water as she made her way back to me.

She knelt in front of me on the blanket and nudged my shoulders back. I braced myself on my hands cause no fuckin’ way I was going to miss this show. She dipped her hand into the waist of my jeans, undid the button, then agonizingly slow pulled down the zipper.

She opened my jeans and smiled. “Love a man who goes commando. Makes it so much easier.”

Her comment set me back for a millisecond. I sure the fuck didn’t want to visualize her with other guys, but when she reached in and surrounded me with her delicate hand all those thoughts evaporated. She worked me with a few long strokes, then without warning she lowered her head and sucked me in with those pouty lips.

“Fuuuck!” My breathing caught and my hips jerked, but she kept the pace devouring every inch of me. Her tongue cushioning me while her lips pulled me deeper, harder. Just watching her suck me off was enough but combined with her wet body grinding over me and I was a goner.

After a few minutes of tantalizing torture, she popped me out of her mouth, and sat back on her haunches. She reached into her beach bag and pulled out a strip of condoms with a sly smile.

“I want you in me when you come.” She tore one off, opened it like a pro, then positioned it over my throbbing cock. Swear to fuck, she had me so revved up I almost came in her hand.

I leaned up and fisted her hair dragging her mouth to mine. The taste of my cock and saltwater made my head spin. I wanted every part of this woman and more.

She undid the strings of her thong and cast it aside, then she ground over my length until her juices covered the condom. I had to get in her and it had to be now.

I blindly reached for her hips, positioned her over me and slammed her down until she took every inch of me in her wet, tight pussy. She pulled out of the kiss, arched her back, then flung her top off like some rodeo cowgirl, placing her palms on my abs and riding me to fuckin’ glory. I forced my eyes to stay open cause this show was too good to miss. Her hair wet and tangled around her face, her tits bouncing while her body pulsed around me.

Yeah, fuckin’ amazing.

I pumped my hips from below and tried to hold back with every ounce of strength in me, but the torture was sweet agony. Our eyes met and I knew she was close. I inched my fingers between us my thumb easily finding her throbbing clit.

“More,” she moaned out.

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