stalking toward me on the beach. He still has an erection, it's grown another inch by the time he reaches me.
He isn't gentle. He forces my bottom half against the counter, his cock pushed up, biting into my hip. His hand fists into my hair and he takes my breath away with his mouth. He presses his thigh into my sex, grinding it against me while his other hand pulls his shirt off of my body. He lifts the fabric over my head and tosses it somewhere.
James ducks lower to wrap his mouth over one breast. I exhale sharply and watch as his cheeks hollow, sucking my nipple into a hardened point. His other hand teases me, trailing just within my inner thigh, but not venturing where I'd really like it to go.
“So,” I sound more breathless than I'd intended. “that was your ex-wife?”
James snorts against my skin and his eyes look up at me. He nips at my breast and I jump, pleasantly surprised by the rough sting of his bite. “Catherine is a treat, isn't she?”
He smirks as he slides down me, grabbing my thighs he lifts me onto the edge of the counter. It's cold and hard under my ass, I lean back onto my elbows. James lifts my legs onto his shoulders and I hold my breath.
He makes an appreciative sound deep in his throat, “Perfect.” I get chills as he kisses up one leg, then the other. I'm dripping for him, ready for his mouth on me. Kissing up my inner thigh his breath is hot against my skin. His stubble is rough. He blows on me and I clench. My head rolls back and I beg, “Please.”
He presses his mouth to my vee, and I gasp. The sensation is marvelous. His tongue dips into me and I moan with my head still fallen back. He grabs my hips to pull himself deeper in. My breathing quickens. His arm reaches around my leg to circle his thumb against my clit. Everything is hot, every part of me is tingling.
“James!” I moan his name.
His words are my undoing, “Come for me.”
My toes curl, my core bunches then springs loose. My juices flow over his awaiting mouth, and he laps me up, his velvet tongue savoring the taste of me.
When his mouth detaches, he wipes the sheen of my orgasm from his chin. “James,” my head is up, his finger slips inside of me then. And I whimper as my head falls back once more. He kisses my ankle still resting on his shoulder.
“James,” I try again, his finger still sliding in and out of me. “Fuck me.”
“Mmm,” he purrs, “as you wish.”
He snatches me off the table and flips me over his shoulder. I squeal as he heads to the stairs, springing up them two at a time and practically sprinting down to his bedroom. He throws me on the bed and snatches a condom from his nightstand.
I'm giggling as I hit the soft bedding. He bites and spits the torn foil from his mouth.
“Allow me,” I try to look serious as I scoot back toward him. He hands the condom over, expecting me to slip it on for him, but I toss it aside on the bed instead, going for his jeans without it. I pop the button and unzip his pants, pulling them down past his thighs. I grin, pleased with the girth and length of his cock.
“What are you up to, Miss Henton?” James gazes down at me, hopeful.
“Trouble,” and I wrap my hand around his shaft and my lips around the head of his penis. His sharp intake of air is all I need to get me to glide him the rest of the way into my mouth, taking in as much as I can fit. Forcing him in to the back of my throat.
“Alex,” his voice is reverent. His hands come to the back of my head to guide my mouth along his length. He tastes so good. He is so smooth.
One of my hands moves to rest against his thigh, the other comes up to fondle his balls. He breathes harder as my tongue strokes him, wrapping around his head and then swirling back downward.
“If you keep this up I won't get the chance to fuck you.”
When I look up from my task, his lips are parted, his eyes are closed as he enjoys my work. I want to feel him come in my mouth, I really want to taste him, but I
He isn't gentle. He forces my bottom half against the counter, his cock pushed up, biting into my hip. His hand fists into my hair and he takes my breath away with his mouth. He presses his thigh into my sex, grinding it against me while his other hand pulls his shirt off of my body. He lifts the fabric over my head and tosses it somewhere.
James ducks lower to wrap his mouth over one breast. I exhale sharply and watch as his cheeks hollow, sucking my nipple into a hardened point. His other hand teases me, trailing just within my inner thigh, but not venturing where I'd really like it to go.
“So,” I sound more breathless than I'd intended. “that was your ex-wife?”
James snorts against my skin and his eyes look up at me. He nips at my breast and I jump, pleasantly surprised by the rough sting of his bite. “Catherine is a treat, isn't she?”
He smirks as he slides down me, grabbing my thighs he lifts me onto the edge of the counter. It's cold and hard under my ass, I lean back onto my elbows. James lifts my legs onto his shoulders and I hold my breath.
He makes an appreciative sound deep in his throat, “Perfect.” I get chills as he kisses up one leg, then the other. I'm dripping for him, ready for his mouth on me. Kissing up my inner thigh his breath is hot against my skin. His stubble is rough. He blows on me and I clench. My head rolls back and I beg, “Please.”
He presses his mouth to my vee, and I gasp. The sensation is marvelous. His tongue dips into me and I moan with my head still fallen back. He grabs my hips to pull himself deeper in. My breathing quickens. His arm reaches around my leg to circle his thumb against my clit. Everything is hot, every part of me is tingling.
“James!” I moan his name.
His words are my undoing, “Come for me.”
My toes curl, my core bunches then springs loose. My juices flow over his awaiting mouth, and he laps me up, his velvet tongue savoring the taste of me.
When his mouth detaches, he wipes the sheen of my orgasm from his chin. “James,” my head is up, his finger slips inside of me then. And I whimper as my head falls back once more. He kisses my ankle still resting on his shoulder.
“James,” I try again, his finger still sliding in and out of me. “Fuck me.”
“Mmm,” he purrs, “as you wish.”
He snatches me off the table and flips me over his shoulder. I squeal as he heads to the stairs, springing up them two at a time and practically sprinting down to his bedroom. He throws me on the bed and snatches a condom from his nightstand.
I'm giggling as I hit the soft bedding. He bites and spits the torn foil from his mouth.
“Allow me,” I try to look serious as I scoot back toward him. He hands the condom over, expecting me to slip it on for him, but I toss it aside on the bed instead, going for his jeans without it. I pop the button and unzip his pants, pulling them down past his thighs. I grin, pleased with the girth and length of his cock.
“What are you up to, Miss Henton?” James gazes down at me, hopeful.
“Trouble,” and I wrap my hand around his shaft and my lips around the head of his penis. His sharp intake of air is all I need to get me to glide him the rest of the way into my mouth, taking in as much as I can fit. Forcing him in to the back of my throat.
“Alex,” his voice is reverent. His hands come to the back of my head to guide my mouth along his length. He tastes so good. He is so smooth.
One of my hands moves to rest against his thigh, the other comes up to fondle his balls. He breathes harder as my tongue strokes him, wrapping around his head and then swirling back downward.
“If you keep this up I won't get the chance to fuck you.”
When I look up from my task, his lips are parted, his eyes are closed as he enjoys my work. I want to feel him come in my mouth, I really want to taste him, but I
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