He swept his thumbs over her nipples, the silk material unable to hide the hard bud from his questing fingers. But what he really wanted was to feel the softness of her flesh under his hands. He flicked the clasp of her bra, and the cups sprang free so he could fill his hands with her breasts. She pushed her breasts against him, her nipples hard as she rubbed them across his palms. He slid his thumbs over the nipples, and she backed away, out of breath, then dipped her hands under his shirt, snaking her fingers over his belly and chest.
He held on to the railing of the deck and watched her, her shirt blowing in the wind. She seemed not to care that her breasts were exposed. And he sure as hell didn’t care; in fact, he loved the view of her hard pink nipples and her perky round breasts.
She lifted his shirt off and threw it on the chair, leaned in and licked around one of his nipples. He sucked in a breath because it made his dick twitch, so she slid her tongue over the other and flicked her tongue over his nipple until it was hard and he was trying damn hard not to squirm. She seemed to know exactly how that got to him. Not that he was complaining, because he liked her mouth on him.
And when she dipped down to a crouched position, taking his shorts with her as she bent, he drew in a deep breath. He took a quick glance behind him. He could see people playing in the water in the distance, but no one seemed to be paying attention to what was happening on his deck.
Good, because Elizabeth dropped to her knees, grabbed his cock, and flicked her tongue over the swollen head.
He ached for her mouth, anticipated when she’d put her lips around him, but he liked seeing her pretty pink tongue lick around his cock head. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then wrapped her hand around him and stroked, lifting his cock to lick his balls.
God, he liked watching her play with him, especially when she licked his shaft from stem to stern and put her lips around the head of his cock, lifted up, and took him inside.
The heat of her mouth was intense, and when she pressed down, squeezing his cock head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, he thought he was going to explode right then. She flicked her tongue over the crest, then dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, letting him feel every slow inch being pulled deeper into her mouth.
This slow play made sweat drip down his back. He wished he had a camera so he could take a movie of her mouth on his dick, her tongue darting out to circle his cock head before she swallowed him whole again.
Gavin gripped the deck rail, pushing his hips forward to shove more of his cock between her lips. She reached out and grasped the base of his shaft and held him, squeezed him, pumping his cock between her lips and sucking him hard until he felt the stirrings of orgasm. He held back, beads of sweat dripping down his brow. He wanted to prolong the sensation. But when she swirled her hands over his cock, then pumped him within her tight fist and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and took him all the way to the back of her throat, he couldn’t hold back.
He reached down and held her hair in his hand, tilting her head back.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, Elizabeth.”
She let his cock pop from between her lips and smiled up at him, licked the wide crest of his cock head, then slid his shaft into her mouth again.
Christ, she was beautiful, her lips swollen from sucking him, her eyes glazed over with passion. He grasped the back of her head and shoved inside her mouth, making her take all of him as his orgasm tunneled through him in a rush. She shifted and met his gaze and pressed her lips around him, swallowing as he let out a groan and erupted. He tightened his hold on her hair and held her there as he emptied everything he had, his legs shaking the entire time.
Elizabeth licked the head of his cock and released him. He tugged up his shorts, drew her to a standing position, and pulled her against him, her bare breasts sticking to his sweaty chest. He held her, kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.
He turned her around, placed her against the railing, and snaked his fingers between her breasts, watching her nipples pucker. Her breathing picked up as he bent and captured one bud between his lips, sucking it between his teeth to nibble.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, her soft moans driving him to suck harder, to tease one nipple between his fingers while he licked the other.
She held on to the railing while he dropped down onto his knees on the deck, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down to her ankles, revealing a wisp of pink silk that matched her bra. He took his time gazing up at her, loving the half-dressed look and the breeze whipping strands of her hair across her cheeks.
He ran his fingers up her legs, slipping his fingers across the dampened silk of her panties. He swept his thumb over the hard bud of her clit, felt her legs shake as she thrust her * at him.
“You’re hot here. Wet.”
She stared down at him. “You made me that way. Sucking you turns me on.”
His cock thrust against his shorts, already hard again, eager to slide between her legs and fuck her until they both came. But he restrained himself because what he really wanted was to taste her, to slide his tongue between the soft folds of her sex and feel her body come apart.
He raised up, pulled her panties aside, and pressed his mouth to her *.