“Well, surfing’s out for me.” Christopher rests my boardagainst the wall before grabbing his phone from his shorts and collapsing on the empty sun lounger.
“How about we take the motorbike for a ride round the island?”
“Where abouts?” Christopher is already distracted by his phone pings, having reconnected to the hotels Wi-Fi.
I walk over and crawl on top of him, removing the phone from his hands.
“There’s a great palm tree alley we can drive through, and up in the north of the island, there’s a secret lagoon where the fireflies come out at night.”
“Is that right?”
Christopher’s brows rise as he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me into him. His lips caress mine as his tongue slides into my mouth. I push myself off and pull at his hand.
“We’ve already fucked here. Let’s fuck up there.”
I nod to the pit atop the thatched roof, which looks out to the horizon.
I drag him up the stairs and he pushes me down on the scattering of pillows around the table in the center. The scent of the mosquito candle hits me as I breathe Christopher in. His mouth nuzzles at my neck. Every nerve ending in my body lights up.
I take in every inch of his back with my hands as I push him down toward my cock, while wiggling free from my brown surf shorts. His mouth meets my dick and takes it whole. His left hand cups my balls while his index finger stimulates my hole. My swelling cock makes him gag as his head bounces up and down on it.
Good God, he knows how to pleasure me.
“I wanna fuck you,” I moan.
I know he prefers to top, but I’m hoping he’ll let me.
He looks up at me, his mouth pulling away from my cock.
“Well, you better rim me then.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I get up, pushing Christopherdown as my hands tear at his striped swimming trunks. His ass cheeks unclench as I slide my tongue between his legs to devour his peachy ass and stimulate his hole.
He adjusts the pillow underneath his head and lets out moan after moan as my tongue works its way deeper into his ass, spitting on his hole and getting it loose before I enter him.
“Let me guide it in,” Christopher says.
He slides off my face and pulls me in. His legs point up to the sky as he slowly guides me in, grimacing slightly as he lets out a few short breaths. I hover momentarily, allowing his ass to adjust as my cock slides in deeper. He rests his legs on my shoulders as I enter him fully.
I pick up speed like a car on a racetrack and begin to thrust deeper. The pain on his face gives way to sheer pleasure as I feel my balls swell. His ass feels so good wrapped around my cock and I want to savor this moment.
“I want you to really fuck me,” he says, a feral passion darkening his hazel eyes.
The deep, husky tone of his words works like a red flag on a bull, making me flip him over. I bounce him up and down on top of me while I lay back on the couch, thrusting my hips up to meet his ass.
His hands grip my shoulders as my thrusts get faster.
“You like that,” I say as he moans in ecstasy. “You want me to breed that hole of yours.” My balls are already swelling up, ready to unload.
“Give it to me,” he begs as he removes his hands from my shoulders and cups the back of my neck, pulling me into him. The sweat glistens on his skin.
His passionate kiss engulfs me and I bounce him up and down even faster on my lap, until I am about to explode.
“Fuucckk!” My cock detonates inside him as my hips convulse. Load after load shoots out.
Christopher is quick to follow as he blows his load all over me.
“I guess you’re not the only one getting pregnant this holiday.” Christopher’s arm pulls me in to kiss him as I slide out.
