Our kisses become more heated, and our tongues probe each other’s mouths. His hands move from my bare midriff to my covered breasts, caressing the hardened nipples underneath.
“Too much clothing,” he murmurs.
With a sharp tug on the string that joins both bikini cups, he pulls my top off.
I gasp.
“Why, Mr. Vassar, that was my only bikini top.”
“Then you’ll have to go around naked on the beach for the rest of our time here.”
A delicious thrill courses through me.
He lowers his head to my right breast and takes my nipple in his mouth. The warm sucking sensation immediately engulfs me – slithering, wet, anemone-like and sweet. His sly tongue curls around my tip, and I moan in pleasure. His tongue makes oscillatory circles around the bud, pressing against my areola in a sweeping, insistent arc.
Ohhhh. I will never tire of this refrain.
His mouth swallows more of my nipple, until the edges of his lips are completely covering my areolas. He begins his intense sucking again. His tongue dances around my little snowcap again – fluttery butterfly wing type dalliances. Exquisite, melting sensations flow into my nipple, buoyed by my circulation. My nipple is rapidly becoming a peak.
My hands grip his hair, his shoulders and the smooth muscled flesh of his back.
Shadows fall upon us as the sun winks behind a cloud bank. The temperature cools a bit – blessedly, because it’s getting scorching hot out here.
Meanwhile, his hands are not idle. They traverse down my sides and belly – down down down to my bikini bottom, where they stop at my waistband. His fingers and thumb dig into that waistband and slyly slip the spandex off my hipbones.
He pauses in his savagery of my nipple long enough to say, “Let’s get this off, shall we?”
“You’re wearing way too much clothing as well,” I tease.
“That can be easily rectified.”
He tears my bikini bottom off in a long, sweeping motion and worries it off my legs. Then he hikes his own swimming trunks down. His cock is stone hard and ready and pointing towards me like a suggestive finger.
Oh my.
He parts my legs.
“Take me,” I beg, my fingers clawing the soft sand. Motes of sand also squirrel into my butt cleft as I open my thighs.
“Not so soon.”
He scoots his body down even further and lowers his head to my moist pubis. I am already extremely wet. As his hot tongue slathers my clit and pussy folds, I let out a little squeal of ecstasy. He takes this as a signal to torment me further. Holding down my open thighs with his strong hands, he buries his tongue into my clefts.
“Ohhhhh,” I moan, clutching at his hair.
His tongue goes deep into my hidden valleys. To ensure that he massages every recess, his fingers prize my labia open so that my entire pussy is bared to him like a naked flower. He licks and licks at my open sex, concentrating especially on that nub of exploding sensory overload – my poor, overstimulated clit.
I trash my head from side to side, reveling in the exquisite delights of his clever, clever tongue. When his teeth gently take my clit between them, I feel as if I would implode.
“I want you,” I gasp. “Please, I want you inside me.”
To satisfy me, at least partially, he inserts two fingers into my leaking mess of a vaginal hole. Ahhhhhhh. My pelvic muscles involuntarily clench around his fingers, squeezing them. With those two fingers inside me, he continues his oral assault of my glistening sex. Lick, suck, taste, swirl – it’s as if my entire sensory focus is whittled down to that cornucopia of wet movements. This is coupled with his insistent probing fingers in my most private of passages.
Which is now shared and bared to him.
When I think that I’m about to combust with all the erotic pleasure he’s giving me, he stops. His lips are smeared with my juices, as though they are layered with milk.
“Let’s try something new,” he murmurs. “Don’t move.”
He gets up and rearranges himself above me so that his hips hover over my face and his head is above my sex. His cock is a spear aiming right for my mouth.#p#分页标题#e#
“You ready for this, Liz?”
“Yes.” My voice is breathy and hoarse.
He lowers his penis into my open mouth. I accept his ramrod flesh eagerly. It fills my whole mouth, crowding everything within it. The taste of his flesh is slightly salty and I lap at it with relish, feeling the corded veins that snake along its length upon my tongue. Its head encroaches onto my throat, and he’s not even half in – not by any semblance of distance.
At the same time, he dips his head to my pussy again and resumes his oral loving. We are now joined to each other at two ends – an alpha and omega of flowing carnal delights. The air is rife with the sounds of licking and sucking. His hips move back and forth, easing his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. I close my cheeks around his stiff flesh to afford him greater friction.