The cool outside air has dipped lower in temperature, and while I’d usually worry about her being outside in only a robe, slippers, and a slip of fabric beneath, the outdoor heaters will keep her warm, especially when I notice her turning around, hands working the ends of the tie, and she’s pulling on it in a way that’s telling.
“Tony.” It’s then she realizes I’m not in a shirt, and she’s opening her robe. A shrug of her shoulders has the fabric falling to the ground. The buttery soft undergarments she has on come into view: delicate lace edging, deep purple in color. And fuck me, Coralynn’s body comes to life right before my very eyes. Goose bumps appear on her flesh, nipples pebble into hard tips, and her thighs… Sweet Lord have mercy, I watch as the muscles tighten when she’s trying to tame the need rolling through her.
“Coralynn, think you need to know before this goes any further that what we have isn’t some kind of fling. I’m in it for the long haul. My question is, are you?” This conversation should have happened before now, except that before this week, the woman would run from me anytime I came around. I’ve got a distinct feeling she’s about to do something I least expect her to do.
“I’m well aware, and as long as you realize going in this with your eyes wide open that I will not ever have the wedding planner from hell.” Her fingers tug at the ends of her top, pulling it up, showing the skin of her stomach, and I’m having a hard time processing what she’s saying to me.
“Keep going, trouble.” It’s a double entendre, wanting to hear what she has to say as well as watching her give me the hottest fucking striptease of my lifetime.
“I think this conversation can wait till later. We both get the point. There’s something a lot more interesting we could be doing instead.” With that, she whips her top off and drops it to the ground, then does the same to her bottoms. She is completely naked, with teardrop breasts, rosebud nipples, a slight curve to her abdomen, hips that flare out before tucking in, and that’s not all. She’s completely bare. The lips of her pussy are coated in wetness, saturating her thighs.
When she turns around, shooting a look over her shoulder and making my dick ache, Coralynn is essentially running away from me, but this time, when I chase after the not-so-elusive woman, we’ll both be in for a treat. I strip out of my jeans when I see where she’s headed. Each step she takes, each sway of her hips, and I’m unable to look away. Coralynn’s curves have my mouth watering, my eyes glued to her peach-shaped ass, knowing by the end of the night, she’ll be mine.
She’s a dream come fucking true. There’s light splash of water as she lowers her body into the hot tub and tosses her hair to one side, seeing where I am in terms of going after her. I’m hot on her heels, taking the steps a fuck of a lot faster than she did. Although the striptease seduction was more than worth the wait, the need to have my hands on her skin, to grip her hips, to kiss her lips, and to feel her pressed against me, well, it’s making my mind spin out of control.
Just as I’m within reaching distance, Coralynn dips her head under the water. She doesn’t stay under long, and when she pops up. she’s wet, naked, and about to be writhing in ecstasy.
“Come here, trouble.” I take a seat on the bench, spreading my arms on either side, holding the deck as tightly as possible instead of taking this too hard and too fast.
“Where do you want me?” She’s within reach. I could very well plant her on my lap, slide her pussy along the length of my cock, and take as much as I want and how I want.
“On my lap. Going to let you do your worst before I lose control and either fuck you until we're both coming or bury my head between your thighs.” Truth be told, if I have it my way, we’ll be doing both by the time the night is over.
“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.” Her hands go to my shoulders, the tips of her fingers pressing into my skin, deep enough that I’ll have her marks on me for days to come.
“Gesù Cristo, sei il mio tutto.”You’re my everything.I don’t tell her the meaning, and she doesn’t ask. She is too caught up in planting her luscious fucking ass in my lap, and when she gets to work, all I can do is watch in complete rapture.
SEVEN
Coralynn
“Tony,” I mewl. My breasts rub along his chest, the hair softly abrading them, adding another sense to the multitude that’s currently running through me. He lets out a low grunt when the lips of my pussy slide along his thick and heavy cock. I’ve yet to wrap my hands around it, but I already know from feeling him before and now, definitely now, when there’s not a single stitch of clothing between us, that my fingers wouldn’t meet when I do get my hands on his dick.
“You feel damn good, trouble.” It’s clear he’s losing control. Gone is the man who kept his hands by his sides. They’re firmly on my hips, and he helps with the up-and-down motion.
“So do you.” The tip of his cock nudges my clit. “Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes closing as I settle into a rhythm.
“Peppermint. Always peppermint. Goddamn, I love the way you taste.” I’d plead for more, except the build-up is so damn incredible that I don’t want to rush this. Tony’s lips land on mine, teeth nipping at the plush, pillowy skin, and he more than likes it when my mouth shows how much he’s kissed them until they’re bruised.
“I need more, please,” I say in between each kiss. One hand slides lower, cupping the cheek of my ass, fingers digging in and moving dangerously close to where I’d have no problem exploring with him.
“You’ve got two options, Coralynn. You can slide your hot pussy down on my dick, or I can take this to the concrete, put you on your back, and bury my head between your thighs while I use my mouth and fingers on you. The choice is yours, but I’ve got nothing on me in the form of contraception. That’s inside.” He clearly didn’t plan for things to head this way out here, or he’d have stashed them within reaching distance.
“Later, you can use your mouth.” I want this. My hand wraps around his shaft. True to my earlier words, the tips of my fingers are nowhere near close to touching. He’s thick, he’s girthy, and he’s going to fill me up in the most delicious way possible. “I’m on birth control, the pill, and it’s up to you if we go bare or not.” If I could cross my fingers without losing his cock or my purchase on his shoulder, I’d do so, but since I’m not going to lose the fullness in my hands, I’m going to say a silent prayer.God, please, for all that is holy, do not let him put the brakes on me sinking down on his length.I’ll probably have lightning strike me for daring to ask the higher-up for something along these lines, but it’ll be worth it.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses out as I slowly drop an inch. His mushroom-shaped tip is thicker than his length, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath. “Obviously, I’m clean.” The grittiness in his tone tells a story of his own, one with molten desire, trying to allow me to take what I need while he keeps himself together.
“I am, too.” The option of going slow is taken out of my hands. With a quickness unlike any I’ve ever seen, I’m slammed down on his length, all the way to the root. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. “Tony,” I say on a squeal before it turns toa groan when he swivels his hips to hit my clit. We’re moving before I even know what’s happening. My back hits the wall, and he cages me in like he always does. Where I’d once attempt to run away from him, there’s no chance in hell I’d do that now. Each roll of his hips, each glide, each shove and advancement has me closer to the edge. I want more, need more, and while I have yet to voice my desire, minus the moaning and breathless whisper of his name, it’s almost like he can read me like a book.
“I knew you’d take me so sweetly. All that feistiness, yet all it took was getting a taste, making you realize what we have is goddamn amazing. But just so you know, trouble. You run again, I’ll chase you, and when I catch you, I’ll use whatever means necessary to keep you right where I want you. Even if that takes tying you down, cuffing you to my bed, or my personal favorite, staying inside you every damn chance I get.” How he’s able to talk while thoroughly fucking me, all while expecting me to hold a conversation, is beyond me. All I know is I’d agree to anything he has to say. His head drops, and he nudges my lips with his. His breathing intensifies, as do his movements.
“You like that idea. I can feel your hot cunt tightening down on my cock so hard, I have to fight the need to go faster, to take you rougher. Only the fact that you’re still getting used to me is holding me back. Soon enough, I’ll be fucking you hard.” Crap on a cracker, I knew Tony liked to talk dirty, but this is a whole other level. It’s hotter and filthier, especially with his hand beneath the water, feeling the tip of his finger slide across what people would call a forbidden entrance. Except it’s not, not when it feels this good, indescribable. I wiggle my hips downward, taking him to the first knuckle.
“Ah, fuck. You’re the best kind of trouble, taking my cock in your cunt and my finger in your tight ass.” He’s not wrong about that. It’s a snug fit tied in with a delicious burning sensation.
“Yes, Tony, more, please.” Words are tumbling from my lips. Through it all, he keeps moving. I’m in a whirlwind, ready to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“I bet you’d take my cock so good, sucking the cum right out of my balls, just like you will tonight.” The words he uses, the way he describes everything in detail, what he wants to do to my body, it’s out-of-the-world amazing. It has my arms locking around his neck, my thighs quivering from holding him as close to my body as possible, and my breasts use his chest much like the rest of me is.
