“No.”
Somehow, Carter twisted me around until I straddled him from the front, and he opened my mouth with his tongue. I eagerly kissed him and undulated against his erect manhood. He was indeed well-endowed based on the part of him that I felt between my legs. We kissed and kissed deliciously for what seemed like hours. His mustache and goatee caused sweet, prickly sensations across my mouth and chin. Carter pushed down my strapless dress and lifted my bikini top to suck on my breasts. I flopped my head back, looking at the moon, as I delighted in the warmth and wetness of his mouth on my stiff buds as he bared my breasts for anyone who happened to see us making out on the beach. I savored the wildness he evoked from me. My desire pooled in my pussy, and I throbbed with insane want. When his hands moved up my thighs underneath my dress to drag down my bikini bottom. The reality that he fully expectedus to have sex broke through the haze of lust, and I stilled his roaming hands.
“We need to stop.”
He lifted his head from my breasts, his dark, sexy gaze settling on my lips. “Why...when we want each other? This won’t be our last time if that’s what you’re worried about. I like spending time with you. I’m not about to hit it and quit it.”
“One, I doubt you have a condom, and two, he might see us from the balcony,” I improvised, sensing his growing frustration.
“Then let’s go back to my place. I have condoms.” He kissed me again with a moan. “I want to fuck you so bad in this dress. Need to release these emotions somehow.”
Before I could find another excuse, he rose, still holding me like I weighed nothing, and started for the condos. And I... I just held on and rested my head on his shoulder. My sexual fate is in his hands.
