Island Pleasures(15)

“Let me take care of you.” The bed dipped and Woody landed against her back. He reached into her thong, curled his fingers upward, and inserted them inside her fluttering pussy.

She cried out. Quinn took hold of his prick, and after a few strokes, his cum splashed her face. She licked it off in greedy delight and moved to take him into her mouth, but he sat on the bed and kissed her. Their tongues dueled while Woody played with her clit, bringing forth a powerful orgasm.

She fell against Quinn, trying to catch her breath. Woody leaned over her and pushed her hair aside. Cupping his cheek, she leaned up to kiss him but he moved his face away and pressed kisses on her neck and chest, pulling off her dress and thong until she was naked. She cried out in pleasure when he sucked on her breast. She was dying from the pull of Woody’s mouth and Quinn’s finger pumping her pussy. Her inner muscles constricted and latched around his finger as another climax came over her. While she recovered from her explosive orgasm, Quinn broke away and slid down toward her thighs.

She stared up at the ceiling, panting while Woody sucked at her breast. Quinn threw her legs over his shoulders and spread her feminine folds wide, giving her an intimate kiss. She yelled out his name as his tongue jabbed upward and swept over her clit. His fingers joined the play and she gasped when he found her G-spot.

The amazing foreplay went on for what seemed like hours. She came apart more times than she could count. Finally she caught a break when Woody grabbed condoms from his bedside table. She rolled to her side and waited for the next step in their lovemaking. Quinn lifted her in his arms. He lay back down and she climbed on top of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly, tracing his face. She could stare at him for hours and never get bored.

“And you’re mine.” He tugged her face to his and locked his mouth over hers.

Grasping his cock, and with a wiggle of her hips, she pulled him inside her. Linking their fingers, she rode him.

Woody knelt next to them and stroked her nipples. He whispered instructions and she sped up at his command. As her orgasm came upon her, she shook from the force. Quinn cupped her breasts, calling out her name or whispering, “mine.”

Hands spread her ass cheeks apart and a warm, wet tongue snaked into a place no tongue had ever been before.

“Woody!” she shouted and came fast and hard, her juices drowning Quinn’s cock.

He rose up on his elbows and bellowed, fisting the covers under him. She joined her mouth to his, twitching at Woody’s arousing tongue action until she landed on Quinn’s chest in a sweaty heap. He held her close, caressing her hair. Woody lay on his side, stroking her back.

A few minutes later, Woody urged her to lie beside Quinn. After rolling on a condom, he shifted her off of Quinn, lifted her hips and entered her from behind. Holding Quinn’s gaze as Woody pounded into her she joined her mouth to Quinn’s and kissed him until she flew apart again.



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She blinked and stretched, wincing as her bones cracked and leg muscles cramped. Something brushed her cheek and she blinked again, bringing the room, and Woody, into focus. He sat against the headboard with a sheet covering his lap, holding out a glass of water.

“You look like you need it.”

“Thanks,” she said, clearing her dry throat, and sat up, taking the drink. She sipped some, then rubbed her forehead. “What a crazy night.”

“But a fun one, right?” he asked, hesitation in his voice.

“It’s one I’ll never forget,” She smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

He covered his mouth and shook his head. “Your kisses belong to Quinn, not me.”

She realized he was right. With all the sex and passion shared, she’d only shared that particular pleasure with Quinn. Woody tugged her hair and rose from the bed.

With his back turned, she got a great view of his cute ass. Even better when he bent down and scooped up her clothes. When he placed them near her feet, she couldn’t help herself and inspected Woody’s package. Nice, but he’s no—

“Where’s Quinn?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Out on the deck having a cup of coffee. Why don’t you get your own cup and join him? I’m going to take a shower.” He kissed the top of her head and left the bedroom.

She stretched her arms above her head, grimacing. Sore, but a good sore and one she wouldn’t mind having again. She finger-combed her tangled hair into some semblance of order, dressed, and paraded into the kitchen. She splashed cold water on her face and patted it dry with a paper towel. More awake now, she opened the cabinets until she found the one with mugs.

Outside the glass door, Quinn faced away from her. He wore his shorts and nothing else. Nice view. She licked her lips, enjoying the way his shoulder muscles lifted when he drank from his coffee cup.