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too,” I say, springing your hard length
free from your swim trunks. “I’ll have you naked whenever and
wherever I want.”
    Your fingers find my nipples and begin
pulling, pinching and rolling, sending shocks of clenching arousal
through my center. “My sex kitten.”
    I run my thumb up the thick vein running
from the base of your cock to the ridge around the head. A bead of
pre-come glistens at the tip. “Mmm, for me?” I tuck my hair behind
my ear and lave your slit with my tongue while staring into your
deep, dark eyes. “I love giving you that look on your face.”
    Your heavy-lidded, lust-filled expression
shifts for a moment as one side of your mouth hitches into a smile.
“What look?”
    “Like I’m killing you.” I circle my tongue
around the underside of your head, flicking and nibbling. “Slowly.”
I stroke you and let my tongue slide down to trace the seam between
your balls. “So slowly.”
    Your hand cups the back of my head. “God,
you’re right. You are killing me slowly. Painfully slow. Suck
me.”
    I take you in deep, hollowing my cheeks and
moaning along with you. Your hand guides my head, but I know what
you like. And I love giving it to you, to that glorious cock that
makes me come so hard.
    Your breath comes faster as I pick up the
pace. I’m wet and throbbing, needy and empty. You have to touch me
soon, satiate this ache. Fill me.
    Both hands cup my face and pull me off of
you, breaking my suction with a wet sucking sound as you free
yourself from my mouth. “Take me inside you.”
    Your fingers sweep my bikini bottoms aside,
and you groan finding me wet and swollen, ready to take all of your
considerable length. I’m always ready for you.
    I angle your tip against my opening and ease
down onto you. Both of us sigh in ecstatic relief. Nothing feels as
perfect as when you’re squeezed tight inside me.
    You sit up, shocking me with the way you
slide even deeper, and pull my ass into you as close as I’ll get.
Your mouth finds mine. Our lips barely graze as we breathe the same
air, the tip of your tongue teasing mine. At the gentle urging of
your hands, I rock my hips torturously slow.
    It feels so, so good. You’re hitting a spot
inside me that sparks tears to my eyes. Our lovemaking is bitter
sweet with suppressed urgency, denial of clenching muscles begging
for a faster release.
    Another languid rock into you, and a whimper
tumbles out of me. I choke out the word, “God,” like a prayer. I’m
all senses and longing. I’m going insane.
    Your jaw’s taught, eyes barely open, brow
furrowed in your effort to hold back. “You’re…so…tight,” you
whisper, sounding like you’re in pain.
    I can only make incoherent noises in
response between gasps of pleasure.
    You lay back, and I clench around you
tighter, desperate to keep you so deep. But when your thumb presses
and rubs against my clit, I lean back and brace my hands on your
thighs, grinding and bucking. Release is so close. A delicious,
tingling burn smolders in my core. “Oh God. Right there.”
    “That’s right, baby. Come for me.” Your
thumb continues its maddening assault, while the fingers of your
other hand pluck and squeeze my nipples.
    On the brink of exploding, I raise and lower
faster and faster, slamming you deeper inside me. Your hips come
off the lounge chair, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Fuck. I’m so
close, Rachael.”
    “Oh! Oh, God!” I throw my head back as the
first orgasmic wave crashes over me. “Come, Merrick. Come with
me.”
    Your fingers dig into my hips as you thrust
hard twice and groan in release. “Fuck.” You throb inside me as you
come and I continue to ride you.
    My orgasm runs rampant. My fingers take over
for your thumb, and I set loose the last pulse of my climax before
falling limp on top of you.
    We lie panting with the sun beating down on
us, the distant buzz of a saw blending with the chirps of birds and
rustle of leaves in the gentle island breeze. “I couldn’t