Page 13 of Pleasure Island

I did so, bracing one knee on the bed next to his thigh, keeping my other foot firmly planted on the floor.

He pulled me closer, dragging me onto his lap as he sat up.

Oh, yet another thing that had my approval. I straddled him and rubbed against his cock, rewarded when he pressed his hand flat against my ass and urged me closer.

He pressed his mouth to the curve of my neck, and I shivered as he kissed the exposed arch, then raked my skin with his teeth.

He flipped open the catch on my bra. Shrugging out of it, I lifted myself up to him and gasped as he closed his mouth around my nipple. Raw, shocking heat. He circled the erect flesh with his tongue, his fingers all but digging grooves into my butt as he ground our sexes together.

Whimpering, I shoved my hands into his hair and pulled.

He met my gaze.

I kissed him, hungry and full of want.

After making sure he got the message, I broke the kiss and leaned back, holding out my hand for the condom.

He tucked the small foil packet into my hand and lay back down on the bed, hands at his sides.

Mine to do with as I will…

The thought appealed to me, but the ache between my thighs was greedy.

He laid with his knees hanging over the bed, and I stood, watching him as I slowly pushed my panties down. Stepping out of one heeled shoe then the next, I smiled as I tore the foil packet open.

His breath hissed out between his teeth as I wrapped my hand around him, giving him one final stroke before I put the condom on, taking my time as I did.

“You enjoy driving men crazy, don’t you?” he asked, the words coming out harsh and hungry.

“I do.” With a bold look, I straddled him. “I don’t mind when they return the favor either.”

A muscle bunched in his cheek. He caught my hips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then the time for talking was done as I took him inside me, gasping at the way he stretched and filled me. Bracing my hands on his chest, I held his gaze as I began to move.

He arched up with each slow grind of my hips, sending hot licks of pleasure splicing through me.

As he cupped my breasts, I covered his hands with mine and rotated my hips. I knew he must enjoy the view, but that wasn’t why I did it. I guided him to show him how I liked being touched and was rewarded when he picked it up.

The orgasm built slowly, but as it started to whisper down my spine, I didn’t hold it back.

After all, we had the room all night, and I had a couple more condoms.

He began to move harder and faster, sliding one hand between my thighs to seek out my clitoris.

I jolted against his hand, rocked by the sensation.

Just as I started to orgasm, he tangled a fist in my hair and hauled my mouth down to his.

I cried out against his lips as I came.

That was certainly a good way to get rid of some stress, I mused as I collapsed against his chest a few moments later.

Sighing in satisfaction, I closed my eyes and took a few minutes to rest.

But just a few.

I wasn’t done with him yet.

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