Hesitantly, she takes small steps toward me. Her beautiful, bountiful boobs bounce with a life of their own. My eyes stay fixed on her. My cock, already sheathed, stays on her too. Erect and at attention. In anticipation.
“You’re a goddess,” I tell her when she’s a breath away from me. I flip her hair behind her ears so it cascades down her back. And then cup the rounded edges of her shoulders to steady her, gently massaging them to relax her. Her bones are strong, but her soft skin is like satin beneath my palms. She doesn’t flinch.
“Bran—”
Lifting one hand off her shoulders, I hush her with my finger. “Shh. Just trust me. Can you do that?”
She looks up at me and nods silently, her eyes dancing with contagious lust.
I return my palm to her shoulder and then glide my hands down her smooth, silky arms and lace my fingers with hers.
“Good.” I breathe into her ear and then kiss her face. Lightly on her forehead. Her nose. Her cheeks and then her lips. Letting go of her hands, I lift mine to her lush breasts. I cup each one, savoring the fullness and weight of them. They’re firm and perfectly symmetrical. I love all of her, but her cleavage is by far one of her best features. Maybe I’ll f*ck
her tits later, but right now I just want to appreciate them. Hoisting the warm mounds in my palms, I begin squeezing and rotating them. My thumbs circle her generous nipples. The rosebud tips elongate and harden beneath my touch, turning into candy-sweet pink nuggets I yearn to suck. Squeezing her eyes shut, she arches her head back and moans.
“Am I arousing you?” I ask as I continue my ministrations.
She moans again and grips my biceps.
“Answer me, Zoey.” I know her moans are my answer, but I want verification.
“Oh, Brandon. Yes.”
I reward her with another kiss. This time on her neck. I suck the tender skin and then I roll my tongue up and down the length. My first real taste of her. She tastes delicious. Salty and sweet. Like salted caramel.
She moans again, this time louder and then mutters, “Oh my God,” under her breath. I’ve obviously struck an über-sensitive spot. Her moans and groans are f*ck
ing turning me on. I so want to be inside her again, but I’m going to take it slowly. That is, if I can hold on. My cock is throbbing, begging for re-entry. What are you waiting for? I hear it cry out.
My brain and cock at war, I drag my tongue down her chest until it’s deep inside the well of her cleavage. I stroke it up and down, lapping up the sweat beads that have gathered on her flesh.
“Look at me, baby,” I order before I move on.
She tilts her head forward and her half-mast eyes meet mine. A half-smile is all she gets from me.
I cup her right breast in both hands and lift it as my mouth goes down on it. I suck and gnaw and then circle my tongue around her aroused nipple. Pure sweetness. Her moans and groans are music to my ears. I repeat my actions with its twin. Then, I slide my hands down the sides of her taut torso, delighting in the pleasure of her luscious curves. I spend time caressing her gorgeous heart-shaped ass. She lets out a little wince and I remind myself to be gentler where she’s sore. My hands brush past her womanly hips and land on her thighs. I rub them up and down, surprised by how muscular they are. Gripping them, I squat down until I’m on my knees and bury my head between her legs. Mmm. She smells of her sex and my sex, the sea, and the sky. Intoxicating.
“Spread your legs so I can sample your magnificent p*ssy
.”
With a moan, she obliges. With my hands splayed like starfish on her inner thighs, my tongue explores a new set of lips. They’re just what I thought—tender and wet. And so delicious. I explore this new territory like a conqueror searching for treasure. I can feel her legs tremble and she grasps my shoulders to maintain her balance.
“Aaah!” she cries out.
I move my tongue to her clit and flick it.
“Oh my God!”
I flick it again and again and again. Faster and faster. My aerobic tongue moving in all directions. The responsive nub hardens and swells. So engorged and gorgeous. Her nails dig into me. Her breathing grows shallow and desperate whimpers fill my ears.
“You’re making me come again,” she pants out. “Oh, please…Brandon.”
That’s the plan, baby, I say silently, not wanting to break contact with her. She has my permission. With just one suck of her clit, she explodes.
I feel like Moses when he discovered the Promised Land.
Zoey
I haven’t recovered from the last two major orgasms and I’m about to have another. I’m not quite sure how I got into this position. Maybe I just fainted. I’m lying on the sand, my head and back on Brandon’s linen shirt. My splayed legs are hooked over his shoulders and he’s hovering over me. His hands are anchored in the sand on either side of my face.
His enormous cock is buried deep inside me, pounding me ruthlessly. I swear he’s going to make my p*ssy
black and blue. I clench him with my inner muscles, bucking into him with my hips and meeting every forceful thrust.
“Holy Jesus. You’re so f*ck