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My full name. The new necklace. This weekend. I begin to turn in his arms, when he stops me. Silently moving me forward onto the lounger that will easily fit both of us.
“Close your eyes.”
The furniture groans under both our weights when he joins me. His chest is still at my back, leaving me to wonder what he’s going to do next. I exhale, trusting him so far and close them.
A hand moves from my breast, caresses the sea glass before moving to my back. His fingertips tickle down my spine at the same rate the hand on my breast moves down my stomach. He’s trailing kisses over my sensitive skin, and my head drops. The towel falls from my hair, but my eyes remain closed.
It’s when his finger touches my clit, that I jolt forward. Not out of surprise but sensitivity. He’s preparing me with his slow and sensual movements. A bit of pressure on my back has me catching myself with my hands. He groans when I’m on my hands and knees. My eyes open, sneaking a glance over my shoulder to see him staring at my core and licking his lips.
His hands are on my hips a second later, looking reverent and hungry. His mouth trails fire up the curve of my spine.
“Like what you see?
CHAPTER 13
HOLLISTER
Her tiny ass wiggles in my hands. My fingers tighten, watching her glistening pussy beg for my cock. I haven’t even rolled the condom I grabbed when I got the necklace on yet. If I were to touch myself right now, I’d probably come all over my hands. I need a minute to calm myself down.
“More than you know.”
I look away from her tempting and teasing body. Let my hands stroke and massage every supple curve while staring at the canvas ceiling of the cabana. She twitches and moves away from my fingertips as they tickle her flesh, concentrating on getting my erection to back off enough to roll the rubber on.
“You okay back there?”
I glance down, find her watching me over her shoulder. She adjusts under my touch, tucking a pillow under her chest and sprawling out on it. Her ass is still high in the damn air, waiting. I told her before that this was a dream. No. It’s so much more than that. A fantasy. Ecstasy. I don’t know which.
“This is all I want. On my knees behind Babs.”
Her smile is dazzling. A coyness to her expression when her shoulder tilts forward. She looks away, and I grab the wrapper, ripping it open and rolling it on. I can’t wait any longer. If I come early, I’ll make it up to her. Eat that divine pussy from behind. It’s always a fan favorite.
I cup the apex where her leg and pelvis meet while holding my cock at her entrance. I’m quickly getting addicted to the first push into her. The way she gasps. Moans when I push past her tight rings. It’s obvious she hasn’t had sex in a while. I can tell by the way she feels. The way her mouth hovers between smiling and pain.
Knowing I’m her first in a long time makes me happy. Proud even. I know she’d never fuck around on me and I her. In fact, I stopped all that when I first held her at the gala. Even took a damn STD test for this very moment. Not that I’ve ever had anything, but I didn’t want to fuck this up with her by being positive for anything at all.
“Faster, pretty boy.”
She’s fucking me back. Getting off on me while I’m lost in my head over her. I snap out of my thoughts, zeroing in on the moment I’ve been masturbating to.
On my knees behind Babs.
This is so much better than I could have imagined.
“I thought I was making love to you? Or do you just want to be fucked?”
I’ve yet to be vulgar with her. It may or may not come. She doesn’t answer. Nor did I expect her to. She’s a lady, I doubt she’s ever been so blunt with what she wants. I don’t mind, I’ll have fun getting it out of her one way or the other.
My grip on her hip tightens, and I pick up the pace. She bounces back on me. Her ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. It’s so fucking hot, I lean over and plant kisses down her spine. She wiggles away, too focused on getting off.
“You’re ticklish.”
She sweeps her hand over her hair, captures it over her shoulder to give me more access to her back.
“I am. Have at it.”
Her brown eyes meet mine for a second before closing, moaning when my lips connect again. The position shoves my cock in deeper. All the way to her cervix, which slows her movement. She’s basically pinned between me and the pillow. The back of the lounger at the crown of her head.
I move off one knee, plant my foot beside her body, and fuck her even harder. The position is incredible. Thrusting down into her to a chorus of her moans and gasps. My nails skim her skin, wanting to drive her out of her mind. Her entire back is a playground to be tickled. Her pussy is my cocks playground to fuck. It couldn’t be more perfect.
