“I want you to come in me,” I tell him. My boldness should surprise me, but it doesn’t anymore, not when it comes to him.
“That can be arranged,” he says, reaching down to take his cock out of his briefs. It’s thick and long and impressive in his hands, seeming even bigger, larger than life, than I had felt before.
I swallow as he starts to prowl over me, but I don’t want to have him like this.
“No,” I say and try to get up.
He stops dead, wide-eyed and worried.
“I mean, I want to be on top,” I tell him. I gesture to the sand. “Your turn to lie back.”
His brows rise, as if to say, Are you sure?
I don’t want to explain to him that I want to be in control. He had all the power just now as he ate me out, leaving me raw and vulnerable, spread open wide for him. Now I want to take him, and I want to be the one to do it. I want to see him succumb to me.
I nod at the sand, and he quickly gets back down, rolling over.
I stand up, letting the bikini bottoms slink down to the sand, and then I straddle him. His hands are at my ankles as I reach behind my neck and untie my top until my breasts are completely bare. I throw the top to the side and smile at him.
“Jesus,” he swears again. “I’ve done nothing in my life to deserve this.”
“Maybe you can make up for it after, then,” I tell him and then drop to my knees, my thighs on either side of him, his cock jutting out in front of me like a joystick. I move up slowly, grabbing on to his shaft, feeling the heat and immense power pulse into my palm. He feels good, too good. I can’t think about anything but us, right here in the moment. No future, no consequences, just this.
I lift myself up slightly, positioning his cock just right before I slowly, cautiously lower myself down.
I’m not going to lie. It hurts. There’s a pinch, and I’m so tight that it takes a bit for my body to loosen, no matter how wet I still am.
“Go as slow as you want,” Pascal says in a thick, throaty voice as he grabs the sides of my hips to help lift me up a bit. His hands look so tanned and large against my pale skin.
I nod, breathing through the tightness until I start to relax. I lower myself back down, my muscles straining as I do so. In and out, up and down, I ride him torturously slow, letting the thick tip of his cock slide over every bit. From the look on his face, his brows knitted together, his eyes pinched shut, the moans that are grinded out of his mouth, he’s feeling the torture too.
His hands dig into my soft sides, and I start moving faster, rocking back and forth. He tries to reach up for my breasts, giving them a hard pinch, which makes me throw my head back and moan.
I don’t know who I am in this moment with the sea and the sand and the sun, but I like this woman. I like the pleasure I’m feeling, I like how he’s giving it to me, like it’s a gift, like he knows how rare and precious it is for me.
I close my eyes and let every single feeling sink into me. The heat of the sun on my back, the feel of his hands as they slide back down my sides, the slide of his cock as I move up and down, feeling so full and lush.
“I want you to come,” he says through a grunt, rocking me faster and faster before slowing down. It’s like the both of us are trying to be in charge, but in the end it’s clear we’ll both be winners.
“If that’s what you want,” I tease, as if that wasn’t in the cards. Though it’s slightly awkward, I reach down to touch my clit, feeling kind of shy about doing this in front of him, but he bats my hand away.
“I want to make you come,” he says again with emphasis and twists his hand to start rubbing my clit in circles.
Fuck. Me.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out softly, rocking him deeper and harder.
He grunts again in response, and I watch as he concentrates on getting me off with feverish intensity.