Page 2 of Cream Pie

“Come with me.”

His deep voice is gruff and thick with lust. There’s no “are you sure,” which honestly, I kind of love. We stumble out of the beachside club, and I remember that we really are right next door to the exclusive resort where I’m staying, and where the wedding is tomorrow. There’s a tiny part of my brain that remembers at least a sliver of good sense, and the idea of going with a stranger to someplace strange is maybe a step further than I want to go tonight.

“This way,” I breathe, lacing my fingers in his. “I have a cabana right over there.”

He pulls me close and kisses me deeply, and I melt into him all over again.

“Let’s go,” he purrs.

I’ve never done this. God, I’ve never even done anything close to this. But alcohol, and determination, and raw lust fuel me as I boldly lead him through the main entrance of the resort. We stumble down tiki-torch-lit, manicured gravel paths until we arrive at the luxury cabana for one I’m staying in, with views of the ocean.

We fall in through the front door, and I gasp as he slams the door shut and pulls me into his arms. I fall into him willingly, my pulse roaring and my skin on fire. Heat pools between my legs, and when he kisses me deeply, I know I’m not backing away from this.

This is happening, right now, tonight, with him. And I can’t fucking wait.

He scoops me into his arms, and I moan as he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down across it, and my whole body is trembling in desire as he unbuttons his white linen shirt. He tosses it aside, and my eyes widen as they sweep over his freaking perfect body—rock-hard chest, chiseled abs, and sculpted arms. He’s got a Mediterranean tint to his skin, and I realize he’s actually older than I thought he was in the club—more like thirty or thirty-five than the twenty-five I guessed while dancing with him.

For whatever reason, it only gets me hotter.

His muscles coil as he stalks onto the bed over me, and I moan as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. His hands slip under my tank top and slide it up, and I whimper into his lips as he tugs it up over my breasts. He pulls away from my lips just long enough to pull it over my head before he’s kissing me again.

His hands slide down my bare torso, teasing my ribs, and he groans eagerly into my mouth when he feels the lack of bra. His hands cup my soft breasts, and when his fingers tease my nipples, electricity spikes through me to my core. I moan eagerly as he slides his hands lower and starts to push my skirt down.

Oh, this is happening.

His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp as he starts to lick and tease his way down my neck. My breath catches as he moves lower, kissing gently over my breasts before taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue bats over it, making me moan, and then he starts to move even lower.

Oh, God.

His stubble teases my tummy and sends butterflies through me as he moves lower. His fingers skim over my hips and hook into my panties, and he starts to peel them down as he lingers at my navel. He kisses lower, and I bite my lip to stop from squealing in pure ecstasy as his soft lips tease lower than, well, than anyone’s ever been before.

He brushes lower and lower, and I kick my skirt and panties away. His big hands spread my legs, opening me wide for him, and I blush in a mixture of awkward embarrassment and raw desire. He looks up at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, and his jaw tightens as he groans.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to devour you, angel.”

He moves in, and suddenly, he’s tasting me. I yelp, my eyes going wide and my jaw falling open as his tongue drags ever so slowly and wetly over my lips. My hands clench the bedsheets, and my whole body arches off the bed as the most incredible feeling I’ve literally ever felt roars through me

“Oh fuck!” I moan as he drags his tongue over me again. He groans deeply into me as he presses his mouth to me, and then, I’m just lost. I’m utterly lost as his magical tongue parts my pussy lips and finds my center. He pushes it into me, dragging my sticky wetness with him as he slides up to my clit. I cry out as he slides his tongue over my aching bud, and when he sucks it gently between his lips, I go to fucking pieces.

He swirls his tongue across it, and suddenly, I’m coming. It’s been all of a minute and a half with his mouth on me, and I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I scream into the darkness of the bungalow, my entire body writhing and twisting as he just keeps licking me. His powerful hands pin me to the bed, and his tongue keeps working over my clit until with a shout, I tumble right into another orgasm.

It’s only then, that he pulls away, letting me freaking breath. But it’s only for a second, because suddenly, he’s moving back over me. I moan and eagerly pull him down to crush my lips to his. He tastes like me, and my arousal is wet on his lips, but I don’t care. I taste myself from his lips, and I kind of like it too.

He kisses me again and then pulls away to stand. I watch with wide eyes as he unzips his pants and drops them, and my mouth falls open at the size of the bulge in his black boxers.

Holy fucking shit…

His eyes hold mine, or at least try to, because mine keep dropping to his erection. He hooks his hands into the waist and tugs them down, and I literally choke on my own tongue.

“Holy fuck,” I mumble, out loud. I blush, but he just grins as he moves back onto the bed. His huge cock swings heavy between his muscled thighs, and I seriously can’t stop looking at it. I mean, I might not have done this before, but I know that thing is enormous. He moves back over me, and my temporary hesitation crumbles. I eagerly pull him back down to me and open my legs to wrap them around his waist.

He frowns suddenly and swears.

“Shit,” he murmurs.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” he sighs. “No condom.”

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