He then brought them back up to my breasts, massaging them through the material of my swim suit. I moaned lightly, arching into him formore.
He gently pushed my swimsuit up and over my breasts, letting them float in the water as he tweaked the nipples, making them bothhard.
“Are you wet for me yet?” he askedhuskily.
“I have been since we camein.”
“Oh, you have, have you?” he said, slipping the ties around my bottoms undone on one side, then the other, before rubbing my mound through thefabric.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching my hips upwards, trying to seek much-neededfriction.
“I see,” he hummed, removing his hands from me to lower his owntrunks.
Once he was situated again, he grabbed the vibrator and ran it down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. It wasn’t on yet; he was getting my body used to the feeling ofit.
“Let me know if you need me to stop,” he breathed as he turned the vibrator to the lowest setting as it sat on my inner thigh. It sort of tickled, but I stayed still as his hand began to roughly squeeze mybreast.
“Yes, Sir,” I said with a deep breath. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him evencloser.
Even slower, he moved the vibrator to my outer lips, being careful of putting any pressure on me there. After a short moment, he moved it up, hitting my clit, making me to moan out and archupwards.
“So responsive,” he said, watching me and my reactions closely. “You likeit.”
“More, please, Sir,” I begged in a breathyvoice.
He moved it down, inserting just the thin tip, and I could feel it all through my body. Slowly, he pushed it in, letting me get used to the feeling. It was warmed by the water and smaller than Elijah was, but it still felt good. Almost too good. It wouldn’t take much more for me to be pushed over theedge.
He turned it up another notch. I gasped in shock as the wave of pleasure increased, warming my lower belly even more. His hand on my breast switched sides as he began to thrust the vibrator in and out, slowly, and not allowing it to hit my clit or g-spot.
Before I could blink, he removed the device and moved me up just a little, where his pulsing cock slid right intome.
“Ohh,” I moaned out, not expecting the sensation of being full so soon. I felt him throb inside me, and my walls wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly. I would never tire of him entering me. He was warm, and allman.
“You are still so dang fucking tight,” he grunted out, slowly moving me up anddown.
With him inside me this way, he hit spots I didn’t know were there. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he pushed upwardsagain.
“I’m so close,” I managed to pant as he began to move faster, making my breasts bounce against the water, splashing it over theedges.
“Me too,” he groaned. He moved one hand to my clit, pinching and rubbing, while the other pulled my hardenednipple.
I cried out, my walls squeezing around him. He came, hard, squirting his cum, warming me evenmore.
We sat there, both catching our breaths, basking in the warmth and the connection we shared. Lately, every time he touched me—even just a little touch—my skin sparked, igniting with fire. He was meant to be mine, and me his. We wereone.
