His palms travel up my torso, where he plays with my breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples. Reaching up behind my neck, I untie the string causing the bikini top to fall against my torso. Then I untie the string at my back and pull it, letting it fall from my hand to the bed. Ryan’s hands continue to play with my breasts, and I place my hands over him as I ride him repeatedly, trying to reach that sweet spot I know only he can give me.
“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers, and I look down at him, loving the expression on his face. His mouth is open in an O-shape, and his eyes are dark with desire. Veins pop out from his neck as he tries to keep himself under control. I pick up the pace, and he pistons his hips with each downward movement. I lean forward and place my hands on his chest, keeping myself from falling off him as we both turn desperate for our release.
“I’m close, I’m so close,” I cry, and he shakes his head.
“Not yet, baby. I want to come with you.”
“Oh God, please, I need to come.”
“No!” He growls.
He flips me on my back and takes control. He slows the pace, and I scream for my release, but he slowly pulls out and, inch by inch, enters me again. My hands snake around his back, and my legs wrap around him, bringing him closer and encouraging him to move faster.
But he’s stronger than I am, and he withdraws, causing me to thrash my head from side to side.
“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”
He leans down and kisses me hard. Again, we get lost in our passion, and then finally, he impales me and picks up the pace, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of our bodies.
“That’s it, baby.Now…” he commands, and I let go allowing my orgasm to release. It seems to go on and on, and the warmth of his seed enters me as I come back down.
Ryan sinks down onto me, his face resting between my shoulder and the pillow. We both lie there, panting, trying to catch our breath. After a moment, he lifts himself off and lies beside me.
“That was fuckin’ amazing.”
Smiling, I turn to face him to give him my full attention noticing that we are both slick with sweat, and I reply, “It sure was. God, I needed that,” I say, falling to my back once again and stretching out. Ryan’s hands slide down between my breasts, and his hand cups my pussy where he puts pressure.
My head snaps to his, and he laughs. “What’s wrong? Are you scared to go another round?”
Giggling and turning to my side once again, I take in his nakedness and semi-hard cock. My hand reaches out to trail featherlight motions down his chest to his abs, and then I grasp hold of his cock. His eyes widen, and I laugh.
“What’s wrong? Are you scared I want to go for another round?”
Suddenly, he drags me under him, kissing my neck, jaw, and finally, my mouth. He enters me in one swift thrust, and I cry out at the sudden pleasure and pain.
We get lost in the moment as he slows the pace, and we make love well into the night.
TRACKER
Present
Waking up in the room that is now dark, I sit up and look down at Sophia, who is fast asleep. We hadn’t even left the room since we arrived, all thoughts of swimming forgotten.
I’m starving, but I don’t have the heart to wake her. She looks so peaceful lying there. Getting up from the bed, I walk to the bi-fold doors and realize we forgot to close them. We got lost in the moment that we didn’t even think people could walk past on the beach. Most likely they didn’t because it seems quite secluded.
After I lock the door, I grab my jeans, pull them on, and then make my way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I grab the steak together with mayonnaise and decide to make steak sandwiches with the fresh bread left on the counter. I’m sure I noticed a barbecue outside, so I decide to cook out there while it’s still warm.
It takes me about thirty minutes to prepare everything, and then I step outside to cook the meat. The weather is gorgeous, so I take my time. Once everything is ready, I head to the bedroom to find Sophia.
“Wake up, sleepy head.”
Sophia turns and slowly opens her eyes, a smile forming on her lips. “Hey, what time is it?” Looking over at the side table I say, “Ten fifteen.”
“Wow, I was out.”
“You did exert yourself,” I reply, with a smirk and lean down to kiss her.
Suddenly, a sound comes from her stomach announcing she’s hungry. We haven’t eaten since breakfast, and we’ve both worked up an appetite.