much.
But it had been a long time; at this point I would make him fit.
“So what do you think now?” he asked, dropping down, resting his large forearms against my knees.
“I think I’m wet.” I bit my lip, not able to believe I’d actually said that. But my words caused a greedy look to flash through his brown eyes, which were now clear. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, teasing me.
“Then why don’t you take a look yourself?” I asked.
He rubbed his hand across his chin, and gave a small laugh, liking the way I egged him on. Then, without any hesitation, he began pulling at the bottoms of my swimsuit.
I raised my ass slightly to help him ease the thin material off. I was glad I’d had a wax a few days earlier—mostly in case of a Kyle-break-room fantasy, but this was better.
This was real.
I leaned back on my arms and jutted out my breasts, giving him permission to do whatever he liked.
He pressed his hand between my thighs and moaned in desire as he felt the slick space where my pussy had responded to seeing his giant cock less than a foot from my face.
“You’re so wet,” he said, as he pulled my thighs apart with his hand. He slapped my skin with desire and I let out a yelp.
I wanted to give in, I really did. I wanted him to release me of my pent-up desire, the pulsing need that had started earlier back in the bathroom at the cabin. I wanted him to take care of me, but we weren’t alone. We were at a public resort, and anyone could walk in any moment.
“What if someone comes in?” I asked, not wanting to utter the words that could stop his fingers from grazing across my inner thighs. His mouth was dangerously close to making contact with my skin.
“You can be the lookout—because, girl, you’re staying right where you are.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward so that my butt cheeks were just at the edge of the bench. I nodded my head in understanding…. Understanding that everything that was about to take place had to do with my pussy and his mouth. I would watch to see if the door moved even the slightest bit. I hoped to God it didn’t.
Leaning back on the bench, I watched as his head dipped lower, as he knelt in front of me. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he grabbed my ass. His mouth met the folds of my pussy and I felt myself tighten at the sensation.
It had been so long, and never like this. I felt wanted—desired—and a smile crossed my mouth, realizing I didn’t even know this guy’s name. I didn’t need to. In this moment, all I needed was his tongue running along the folds of my pussy, lapping up the juice that flowed out.
His tongue found my clit, and instead of brushing past it like most inexperienced guys I’d been with, he let his lips engulf me. Pressing deeper into my wet pussy, he sucked hard on my round, pulsing bulb, causing me to grab his hair with my hands and run my fingers through it.
Holding on as he sucked me hard, I let out soft moans, my skin prickling as the steam died down around us—but I needed more relief than that.
“It’s so hot,” I moaned, not wanting to complain, because honestly I’d rather have died than have him stop what he was doing.
He leaned back slightly, and pointed to the basin of water beside me. “Pour some over your tits, that will cool you down.”
Nodding wordlessly, I used the ladle to gather water, then arched my back and poured the cool liquid over my neck, my chest, letting it drip down my already wet thighs.
“More,” he demanded, and I did as I was told. I poured water across his slick chest, and then, not able to resist pressing my hands against his chiseled abs, I rubbed my hands greedily across his ripped muscles.
“Now, lean back,” he commanded. “I’m not through with you.”
I listened, breathing deeply, pressing my fingers back down to my heat, leading him where I wanted him to go.
“That’s better,” he said, and then he grabbed my tits with both hands. He didn’t press his mouth on my nipples, like I expected. Instead, he just used his fingers to rub them in circles. I continued to