Eyes roam over my bare underarms and down my body. He rubs my leg. “Smooth to me.”
“Not there,” I whisper.
His eyes fixate on the part of me he was staring at previously, then glow with hunger. His cool fingertip caresses the light dusting of fine hair, causing me to squirm again—more teasing. He’s paying me back for throwing shit at him. He traces down one lip then up the other. My core clenches and begs for attention. I try to close my legs to stop the torture, but the stranger, who could still have an accomplice downstairs, pushes my thighs open and wedges his shoulders between them.
He’s so close I can feel him breathing on my damp skin. He continues his tracing; my helpless whimper pulls a smirk out of him. This is crazy. I’m supposed to be drilling him and checking the house for bodies. Instead, I want this stranger all over my body. I’ve never reacted to anyone the way I have with him. If he follows through with this torture, like I hope he will, this would be the third time in twelve hours—a personal record.
I vow to keep my legs closed after this. The tip of his finger slides down my slit and rests at my opening, sending tingles of excitement all over my skin. Okay, I will keep my legs closed tomorrow. His words kill my musings.
“A real man isn’t afraid of pussy hair.”
His pink tongue—still cold from the ice—takes a hearty lick and convinces me that it is possible to orgasm from one stroke of the tongue. His mouth attacks me with gusto as if this is his favorite activity, and he’s been banned for years. His enthusiasm and skill have me panting and pulling against my cotton restraints. He spreads me open with his fingers and sticks his long tongue inside of me, tasting all of me. After he gets his fill, two of his fingers replace his tongue and massage my walls as his mouth engulfs my clit. His moans vibrate off my skin and drive me fucking insane. My nails dig into my palms. My hands are useless in this situation. I want to touch him, pull his hair, or grab his shoulders. Something…anything. I open my eyes, expecting to see the top of his dark hair-covered head; instead, my eyes clash with his now deep, deep green eyes. Fuck, this is so much more fun in the daylight because his aroused face is everything. He watches me intently, gauging my reactions, learning the body I feel he’s already mastered.
I feel the tension coiling deep inside me as I barrel toward that sweet release. My walls compress around his hooked fingers. The glimmer in his emerald depths tells me that he knows I’m falling apart. My legs start to tremble, my nipples hurt for attention, and I begin to moan almost uncontrollably. When the tip of his tongue begins to rhythmically tease my nub with steady strokes that sends sparks through my body, I break.
My back bows off the mattress, and he coaxes me through my release, still licking and massaging. I’m elated and dismayed when he moves away from me and sits back on his knees. We lock eyes. He wants me to watch him lick my juices off his fingers. He finishes with a low hum that seems to vibrate through the room.
“Mmm.”
He eyes my body a little longer then starts with his demands.
“Straighten your legs.”
I comply. He moves one of his legs to the other side of mine; his dick bobs when he moves the other. The tip glistens with his excitement, and my walls throb their anticipation at the sight of him.
“Cross your ankles.”
I follow his command again. Although, I much rather he be between my legs; if this gets us there faster, I’m game.
Starting just below my navel, he covers my torso in wet, nipping kisses. He pauses to trace my belly button with the tip of his tongue then resumes his journey up my body. His wet tip traces a jagged line as he moves up my body. He stops my attempts to rub against him by pining my hips to the bed with his hands.
“You’ll get it when I give it to you.”
His growl of authority tickles the skin just below my breasts. I want to retort, fight against the lead he has taken without my permission, but damn, his serious tone takes my arousal up a notch. I refrain from pushing back; I want the end-result so bad it hurts.
I moan when he nips the underside of my boob. It’s going to be a long week if it’s just him and me with little to no power, as the hurricane passes. I feel a different intensity when he sucks a nipple into his mouth because he has me almost crazy with lust. I’m ready to explode from frustration when he laves my other nipple with his tongue. The stubble of his unshaven jaw adds an extra layer of friction. I clench my hands into fists, and the heel of my foot digs into my ankle with the effort to remain still. Every time I move, the teasing goes on longer.
I’m close to weeping with relief when he reaches for a condom. The desire in his eyes is fierce, and his hand slightly trembles when he rips open the package. My eyes are glued to the sight of him rolling the latex down his length.
He holds his cock in his hands as he grits out his next command.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Carefully, I slide one leg up and around then the other. His chest hair tickles my nipples when his torso presses against mine. He captures my mouth in a kiss. I give my all into the kiss, happy to do some sort of touching even if it’s just with my lips. I lap up his kiss, savoring the flavor of my taste merging with his. This is something I’ve never experienced before. I haven’t been in his presence for a full twenty-four hours, yet he’s accumulating so many of my firsts.
Sex with a stranger.
Sex outside.
Sex on the beach.
Oral Sex.
Orgasmic sex.
Me on top sex.
Tied-up sex.
