Hita - Anita Claire Page 0,8
Brandon and I broke up last December. Gray bends down a little farther, as we kiss again in full earnestness. The smell of chlorine and sunscreen oozes through his pores. I place my arm around his shoulder; my hand lays flat on his warm back. Our kiss gets deeper as our tongues meet. He tastes of the chocolate chip cookie we shared. As our tongues dance, I can feel a sexual energy waken inside me as it rolls down my core. He positions himself over me as he continues our kiss. I run my hand down his well-developed chest; desire fills every one of my pores as our kissing heats up. He maneuvers the lounge chair so it’s flat. I bark out a laugh as it drops down, he smiles wide and leans in to kiss me again.
His hands run along my body leaving a trail of shimmering excitement in their path. I gasp, all reason escapes me as his lips leave mine. He runs a trail of kisses to my ear, I giggle from the sensation along my jaw. He continues kissing me down my neck to my clavicle. My head automatically tips as I arch my back from desire. His hands are on my breasts as his tongue licks my nipple, causing me to shiver. I sit up and cup his head as he sucks my breast into his mouth.
His eyes look up at me, as I nod, then in a voice I don’t recognize I gasp out, “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
He smiles as I lean back and close my eyes, enjoying the feelings that have awoken inside of me as he moves farther down. I spread my legs. I want more; I want that feeling, the one you get when you lose yourself to an orgasm. His gentle kisses run down my stomach making my diaphragm tight. I gasp loudly from pleasure. His fingers run up my inner thigh. My back arches again as his fingers reach my core, move my bikini bottoms out of the way, and probe my folds. He’s surprisingly skilled, or was it that Brandon was just clumsy? Whatever, his touch feels good, I crave more.
Not holding back I sort of whisper-yell, “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles as he continues to probe and play with me. The tingles move into spasms as an orgasm starts to form.
Gray stops touching me.
I gasp out, “No, I’m almost there.”
His soft voice is near my ear as he says, “Please let me join you.”
I nod. Then I hear a condom rip. Where did he keep that? While slowly opening my eyes, I see his intense face floating over me. I reach my hand up and cup his head as my lips reach for his. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips. My orgasm is so close, I crave the release. I want more friction. His fingers intensify as I gasp from their contact. I feel him run his dick along my folds, finding its way inside of me. Quickly he plunges into me. I gasp from the pain of his size and the shock of the fast, hard movement. He starts rocking in and out, and the friction feels heavenly as my orgasm picks up and continues to peak. My breath is heavy as I hear myself letting out gasps in time with his rhythm. The wooden chaise creaks along with us. My orgasm explodes, causing my legs to shimmy and shake and a fountain of tingles to run up my body, down my legs and arms, with a deep buzzing feeling that explodes through the top of my head. I’m still gasping when he stops rocking. I hold onto him tightly as the sensory overload runs throughout my body. I had no idea an orgasm could explode and buzz like this. I kiss his face, neck, and shoulder. They feel damp from our activity.
He finally pulls away from me, whispering in my ear, “Hita, I need some air.”
I nod as I release him with a storm of apologies, as the cool air runs over my still shaking body.
He holds my hand, looks me in the eyes, and smiles.
I barely spit out, “That was amazing.”
He nods, then leans down and softly kisses my cheek. Then he says, “It was for me too. But I need to go.”
I nod again, I have no idea where he’s going. I’m so overwhelmed by these sensations I don’t have the presence of mind to ask. I hear him adjust the umbrella