His eyes darkened, and his bad boy smirk was back. “All right.”
He pushed me down again, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He tore my boy shorts off to reveal my bathing suit, and he groaned in appreciation. I took my tank top off, revealing the upper part of my bathing suit, my nipples poking at the thin fabric, begging for release.
He began kissing my stomach, and then he took one of my hard nipples into his mouth. It was one of the most splendid sensations; the heat of his mouth seemed to travel down to my crotch. I sighed and willed him to keep sucking. His kisses trailed down until he was between my thighs, which were wet with my juices.
His hot tongue slowly licked up and down my clit, and I could feel his tantalizing warmth over my bathing suit. He moved the garment gently to the side and circled my clit with his tongue. I jumped at the sensation, but he chuckled and urged my hips down. He grasped both of them as he continued to lick me, and my eyes welled with tears of pleasure.
“Oh, gosh,” I moaned. “That feels so good,” I said through my shaking breath.
He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this to last forever. He continued to work my clit masterfully, lapping up my pussy juices as he did so. He used his tongue to circle my opening, and it felt so good that I was almost able to escape the grasp he had on my hips, but he held me still.
It felt different when someone else was stimulating my clit. At first, it was too sensitive, almost painful. Then the pleasure began to consume me, incredible and definitely a new sensation altogether. No wonder women raved about the greatness of oral sex. It was indescribable.
His mouth continued to work me until I felt an orgasm building. I nearly lost my composure. As I had always pleasured myself, I knew when the orgasm was coming. This one snuck up on me. Just when I was about to come, he stopped and rested his head between my legs, laughing.
“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated. “Why did you stop?”
“You’ll see.” He and nibbled my thigh gently.
He licked my clit again, and it felt even better because I was even more sensitive than before. A minute went by until the orgasm began again. I shook my head back and forth and closed my eyes as his tongue moved steadily up and down my clit.
“I’m gonna—” I gasped. “I’m gonna come!”
He moved his mouth up and down faster and gently circled my opening with his finger. I started to come, hard, and it was even stronger because of the buildup of desire that had overtaken me. I shook and moaned, nearly screaming. His eyes never left mine as I came. I pushed his head down, and as the orgasm ended, he began lapping up my juices and kissing my thighs. I was ready now. I wanted him more than ever.
He ripped off his shirt and his swimming trunks to reveal his giant, erect cock. I’d seen porn before, and he definitely compared to the guys who starred in the movies. He kissed me and rubbed his cock against the wetness of my clit, lubricating himself.
“Ready?” he breathed.
“Yes, please!” I replied.
He rubbed himself over me again and again, making me writhe with desire. Finally, he pushed in gently, and I gasped, holding onto his muscular arm, bracing myself. He entered me, the full length of him. It only hurt for a moment, and I cried out against his arm, tears streaming down my face.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, gasping.
“No. Keep…keep going,” I urged. The pain was starting to become lost in the pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight”—he groaned—“and you feel so damn good.”
I’d never seen a man like this. For a moment, he looked paralyzed by pleasure, totally weak to the power of my body and the pleasure it provided him. I now understood why people would do nearly anything for sex: it was the most incredible sensation on earth.
He entered me again, again with his whole length. He grasped my hands as he pumped in and out of me. Pleasure stemmed from my pussy, which clenched tightly around him, and went all the way to my toes, which curled in pleasure.
“Please, gently,” I said.
He exhaled sharply and nodded, our bodies moving rhythmically. I could feel my wetness dripping off his balls as he filled me gently, again and again.
“That feels so amazing,” I said, barely able to breathe through the waves of desire consuming me. My statement encouraged him, and he pushed harder.
“Please. Go harder,” I cried. I began to feel a sensation I had never felt before, something building up from deep inside my pussy—a sharp and intensely pleasurable feeling, almost like I had to pee.
“I think I have to pee,” I said, shocked by the sensation.
He laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead. “That’s not pee. That means you’re about to squirt.”
“Squirt? Like in porn?” I gasped.