“Agreed.”
I stayed wrapped around him, slowly trailing kisses and nips down his neck.
I hadn’t been in this position before, so my movements were clunky and far from sexy, but he didn’t seem to mind. His moans mixed with mine as I moved my hips.
Minutes later, he braced his legs apart and then grabbed my hips, helping me to slide back and forth on his cock, which was so much better.
“Yes, right there,” I moaned, feeling like I was pushing closer to the edge.
“Need me to take you there? Need my cock to pump harder and faster into you so that your sweet cunt can milk it dry?”
“Shit,” I cried, dropping my head to his shoulder, shaking as I came yet again, his words more my undoing than I ever thought possible.
“Yes, now let me feel it again.”
“Again?”
“Again, Janelle. You don’t think I’ll let you have just that one, do you?”
“But the one…before will…make it two.”
“That’s just the start, Babygirl.”
Before I knew it, he walked us to the edge of the water where he laid me down, then lifted my legs and threw them over his shoulder, only to pump into me faster.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” I chanted, my hands reaching out to grab onto anything that I could, but I found nothing. He smirked as he held onto my hips, the water splashing around us. He moved fast, hard, making me see the stars once again and while I thought it was impossible to come a third time, it wasn’t. Not with him.
But this time, I wasn’t alone.
I cried as I came, hearing him cry as well. And my name on his lips with his hips pressed against me, was pure magic.
I also knew that this scene was going to have to be drawn and I had no doubt that it would sell like crazy.
“Damn, Janelle, you wrecked me.”
I smirked as I ran my hands over his arms.
“No, Christian, you wrecked my pussy.”
“I’m not sorry,” he muttered.
No, I didn’t think he was, but then, neither was I.
We stayed there on the beach and under the sun, soaking up the rays for a few minutes, our hearts still slowing.
Damn, sex had never been like that. I always tried my best to make sure the woman had come a few times before I ever chased my own release, but with her, all I wanted to do was come with her, to shatter into a million pieces while she did, too.
That was a first, but I don’t regret it.
“You’re quiet,” she finally spoke and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I sat up, pulling on my shorts. “Just thinking about how amazing that was, Janelle.”
I gathered up our clothes, offered them to her, then lifted her up, making her squeal again.
“I can walk.”
“Well, if your legs aren’t shaking, I did something very wrong.”
