Page 46 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“This place is wonderful. I can see the worry in your eyes, and you can stop. I love it. I am just looking at this place as a holiday. Okay? Now, let’s get undressed and hit that beach you promised me.” She smiles, and I can tell she means it.

I pull on my board shorts, and Kara emerges from the bathroom with a summer dress floating over her body.

“I hope she isn’t wearing that for long,” I mutter to myself.

Down on the beach, Kara removes the floaty monstrosity that is actually pretty, but I don’t like it because it’s covering her body.

And there she is. Standing all five foot, six inches to my six foot, two inches. A beautiful girl who has more fire in her little toe than the biggest inferno. I would like to say she’s dressed, but I can’t. She is wearing tiny bits of ruby-red material that are just about covering her nipples and her pussy. Fuck, my dick doesn’t just twitch, it nearly sets itself off, vibrating. Shit, she is one hell of a woman.

“Can you put some of that sun cream on my back and my shoulders, please?” she asks. “I don’t want to burn on our first day.” She can see the devilment in my eyes.

“And only on my shoulders and back. I can do between my legs just fine, thank you.” She smiles a really snarky smile. She knew I would try to finger her if she let me near her. Fuck, I want to fuck her all over this damn beach, but sand and sex are not a good combination. So, whilst we are down here at the private beach, it will be very vigorous foreplay only.

I spend hours lying in the sand just watching and admiring her. She is so beautiful. Even more so when she’s relaxed. I love it when her snarky side comes out, and she calls me out on stuff. I love how she knows where my mind is going before it’s even gone there.

The sun starts to set, and a warm breeze picks up. The waves become more frantic than before, so we decide to head back inside, grab a shower, and go out for dinner.

I am so looking forward to the shower. My skin is tight from the sand and the sun cream but, fucking hell, my dick is in agony. He is getting so impatient that he’s tried to escape all by himself a few times this afternoon.

We walk back up to the villa hand in hand, and it’s times like these when we are alone and there is nothing to distract us that I feel completely settled. A feeling I never thought I would have.

We both strip off in the small kitchen downstairs. There is no one else here, so she puts our swimwear and towels in the washer and sets it off.

In the shower, I help Kara get all the sand out of all the difficult places, and she returns the favour, making sure every inch of me is clean. She then sits on the well-positioned bench in the shower, takes my dick firmly in her hand, and strokes gently as I place my hands on the tiled wall behind her.

Fuck, she is so good at this. I close my eyes as her tongue touches the top and swirls around, licking up the pre-come. Then her lips descend down and up and she sucks as she moves. Oh fuck, this is the most beautiful end to a perfect day. I’ve been dying to get my dick wet in her all day, but this will do very well… for now.

Her free hand slides between my legs, and she gently plays between my balls and my arse with her finger. It’s only when she goes to the one place no one has ever touched before that I feel my body stiffen but, fuck, it’s nice. It feels so good. I know why she likes it so much now, fucking hell. She sucks me down to the back of her throat as she slides the tip of her finger inside.

That’s it! I’m done! My back straightens as my hands pull her face back and forth, and I pump my come down her throat. Stars spin around my head, and I feel weak as my body comes back to normal. Fuck, she can do that repeatedly any time she likes.

She looks up at me, and the smile on her face and the glistening of her tear-filled eyes tells me she is proud of what she’s just given me. She bloody should be. Fuck, that was the best blow job I have ever had in my entire life.

I pick her up off the bench and carry her through to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed.

“I’m going to get you all dirty again.” I push her legs open, lift her knees high, and take a good look at her glistening pussy. She is so wet.

“Touch yourself, Kara.”

And she does. She moves her hand slowly down her stomach and then uses her middle finger to stroke up and down her folds. I want to dive right in, but I want to watch the show first.

“Put two fingers inside and fuck yourself.” She does as I ask, her eyes never leaving my face. I slide my hand underneath hers and play with her clit fast.

Just when I think she is about to come, I stop.

“Stop! Put your fingers in my mouth.”

I suck her pleasure from her. I can’t take it anymore. My dick is so ready to go again as I lay down on top of her wide-open legs and gently slide right inside of her.

I will never tire of that feeling when I first push my way into her tight pussy. It grips so tight and warm but soft, and the feelings that go through my dick are unreal.

I slowly grind my hips forward and back until I know I am as far in as I can get. She lets out a full-on moan of pure pleasure. I speed up with each movement until I can’t hold back and be gentle, full-on fucking her so hard, the bed moves across the room. Her knees are now firmly pressed against her shoulders. I can tell she is going to come, so I quickly pull out and pull her down the bed. The confusion on her face is comical. I pull her up by her arms, turn her around, bend her over the bed, and fuck her furiously from behind whilst tweaking her clit and nipple hard. It only takes a few minutes more before we are both yelling like banshees as we come together.

We both collapse on the bed, and it’s then I notice there’s a brown stain on the white duvet.

“Kara, sweetheart, what’s that at the side of your head?” She turns over to look and jumps a mile.

“I don’t fucking know but it looks like—oh, shit! Oh. My. God. How the hell is there shit on the bed?” she screams.

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