She does, licking her lips. This woman owns me—body, mind, and soul.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise her, and a dazzling smile arches up her mouth.
Putting my arms under her armpits, I lift her up. She ends up straddling me and we kiss for long minutes. Nothing else exists but her and all the marvelous things she ignites in me.
My cock stirs back to life, not needing much recovery time.
I click my tongue, tsking her. “You made me come when I wanted to come inside your pussy.”
She bats her lashes in faux sympathy. “It must have been so hard for you. Excuse me for you just coming in my mouth.”
I chuckle. “Smart ass.”
She locks her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear, “I never did that before.”
It shouldn’t feel this fucking good, yet it does. My cock stands back to attention, enjoying her grinding all over it.
“Such a greedy pussy,” I groan, loving that she’s as fucking desperate for me as I am her.
“I thought we established that. I want you inside me.”
“Not the same without my cock inside you?”
“Nooo,” she says on a long moan as I twirl and twist her nipples—insatiable, that’s what I am for her.
Gathering her in my arms, I place her on the bed outside. The curtains flicker in the soft breeze, the light wind cooling our heated skin.
Overcome by my voracious appetite for her, I guide my cock home. She rolls her head back as I bury myself in her heated core, filling her to the brim, stretching her tight pussy to take me.
I fuck myself so deep inside of her that we become one.
Her fingernails scrape down my back, surely leaving marks just as I mark her from the inside out.
Angling her leg, I get even deeper inside of her. Fuck, nothing feels better than being sheathed in her. Rocking my hips, I piston inside of her, switching my rhythm from fast and hard to torturously slow until she’s a trembling, moaning mess. Her cries fill my ears. I want to stay inside her and never resurface.
“You feel so good, flower girl.”
Her eyes seek mine—blown pupils and glistening haze.
“I’m coming,” she cries out.
She arches her back, her toes curling—the telltale of her impending orgasm. Contracting her walls around me feels so fucking good, it seizes my damn breath. She erupts around my cock, crying out my name.
Sweat beads on my skin, my impending release shooting up my marrow, but I roll us over, not ready to end the euphoria. I am fighting a losing battle just to prolong this exquisite pleasure.
Gripping her waist, she rides me into oblivion. Coupled with her tits bouncing in my face, and her face drawn in pleasure, I don’t stand a chance. My body stiffens—spasming and constricting. Mycock pulses inside of her, and I explode, coating her walls with my release.
Such an intense experience, but with her, everything is enhanced, better, different.
She falls on my chest and I caress down her back—happy, content, at ease.
The sun warms my skin, and as I savor the feel of her in my arms, my eyes close.
After our morning nap,Lilly rouses me from my slumber by trailing kisses across my collarbone. I feel invigorated. Waking up to see her naked, with a tan coloring her flawless skin, is a dream I never want to wake up from—a painting I don’t have the talent to replicate.
Her eyes sparkle and all I want to do is delight her. “Let’s go explore.”
I’d rather stay holed up in the villa and get back inside her, but I nod—compelled to give her everything she wants.
