Page 111 of Choosing Hope
With my hands on either side of her on the rail. I only touch her with my mouth, trailing soft, butterfly kisses around the base of her neck, and watch her nipples pebble as she reacts to my carnal attention.
I’ve been waiting for this moment since the morning after we arrived. Juggling a scene like this with being a parent is hard. But the first night we slept here, Sophie had a sexy dream about us out here. I woke up to find her sucking me off while she masturbated. Christ, that’s a memory that’s going to stay with me for a long time, but I’m hoping this one will last longer.
It’s taken some organization to set it up, but with Lily and Nicky out until eight o’clock, my wife and I have some time to play.
Sophie grips hold of the railing; her gesture raises a smug smile. It suggests her arousal is mounting.
My hands drop to the ties on her hips. I pull them to release the two small triangles of material covering her private area. As the sea breeze hits her bare pussy, she gasps.
“Spencer!”
“What?” I murmur, my lips dusting over her warm shoulder.
“I’m naked in public.”
“Hmm, just like your fantasy the other night,” I murmur with one hand splayed over her flat stomach, I ease her back into my crotch, restingmyself in the cleft of her bottom so that she can feel how swollen I am for her.
She grinds herself against me, like the perfect little slut she is. I’m certain she’s hoping to stimulate me enough to drop my hand and touch her.
“You love being a dirty bitch for me, don’t you, Sophie?”
“Hmm,” she hums, loving my attention. She drops her head back onto my shoulder, relaxing in the sure security of my affection.
I hold her in position with one firm hand, while swiping her hair away from her neck with the other, sliding it over her shoulder to trail her tresses against her right breast, aiming to simulate her nipple with the tickling effect.
Being careful not to touch her in the area she’s practically begging for me to caress, I lavish her with love, kissing every inch of her shoulder and neck, hoping to show her how much I adore her.
With my hardness pressed against her bottom, she rocks.. Her movement is a sure sign of how much she’s loving this scene. Her fantasy of being naked, exposed, where anyone could watch her—except we both know this idea turns her on more because the risk of being caught is small.
In another desperate attempt to encourage me to touch her between the legs, she takes a step to the side, opening herself wider, and offering me her body. But it won’t work, though my lips curl into a smile to see her lust. I refuse to give in to the temptation, no matter how painful my restraint is.
“Make sure there are no dive boats coming in. You don’t want to get caught fucking your husband, do you?”
She digs her nails into the banister, lost in a state of bliss.
“I don’t care. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you want, Sophie. Describe your dream to me.”
She tips her head to the side, trying to glance at me coyly over her shoulder.
My mind floods with the memory of the last time she described this. She was riding my cock so hard and fast, and her stilted words helped to weave this magical scene in my mind. The opportunity to give her what she craves made me blow inside her so hard that night. I’ve subsequently thoroughly enjoyed planning this to reenact it for her.
“You strip me naked, teasing me for ages before finally fucking me against the rail.”
“Hang on, pause. We’re going to do this piecemeal. I don’t think we’ve played long enough. You’re not desperate enough yet, are you?”
“Yes, I am, I’m so wet for you, darling.” I release her for a moment, ridding myself of my shorts, desperate to experience her warm, soft skin against my hardness.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that.” I slide myself between her legs, slipping my crown along her seam. She tilts her pelvis trying to capture me and push me up inside her. When I withdraw, she moans. “You’re quite wet, but I’ve felt you wetter.” I torment her.
With a firm tug on her nipples, she grinds against me again. I know she’s getting desperate. Her body quivers.
For my plan to work, I need her in an absolute state of euphoria, so lost to me she doesn’t notice what’s going on behind us.
“Ah, Spencer, please, let me feel you inside me,” she moans.
There’s a slight creak on the deck behind me.
