There’s no slowing him after this, with him marching along the tunnel, his hand wrapped around mine. Soon enough, we’re in the living room of the villa. Rather than moving from there into the bedroom, Wyatt unlocks the sliding doors and leads me out to the courtyard.
Even better is him making quick work of getting rid of his clothes, dropping items one-by-one without care. This sees him standing in front of me, naked and magnificent.
I know why he’s done it, and it warms my heart. His stunning body aside, he’s deliberately levelled the playing field by stripping. When we meet, it’ll be as equals with no male ego getting in the way.
His arms out to the side, he does nothing to hide his erection, and oh my, isn’t there a lot of it? “You want it, Phoebe? Come and get it.”
WYATT
I’m naked, but for the sun beating down on my skin. In response, she shrugs out of the toweling robe, my body reacting to the silver bikini as it had earlier.
Rather than drop the robe on the flagstones as I’ve done with my clothes, she instead spreads it out on one of the sun loungers.
This done, she makes a performance out of removing her barely there bikini. Her shimmy when she removes the thong is a thing of beauty.
As I think about how she’ll soon be riding my length, I’m having more trouble standing, than my cock is. Actually, it’s having no trouble, at all.
As Phoebe steps toward me, I step toward her.
We meet in the middle, skin to skin, with nothing between us but lust and heat.
My lips press hard against hers, opening them, and I explore her mouth as if I could swallow her whole, and I still might. A tight hold on her ass and I pleasure both of us by grinding her mound against my length.
Unable, or unwilling, to stand any longer, I shuffle back until the end of the sun lounger hits me behind the knees. On my sitting, she’s straddling my lap, her heat close enough that she warms my cock. As if it needed it.
A bit of wriggling around from both of us and my length splits her curls. Close, but nowhere near as close as either of us wants.
“Hold me, Phoebe. Guide me.”
She needs no more direction. She grabs my length as if her life depends on it. And after I scoop my hands under her ass and lift her, the rest is down to accuracy and gravity.
As I slide into her welcoming heat, I can tell she’s every bit as aroused as I am. She’s slippery, and, oh, so, ready for me. There’s no friction, just mind-blowing pleasure as my cock gets rubbed up in all the right ways.
A jerk of my hips and I ram myself home, the widening of her eyes, and her joyous moan tell me I’m not alone in loving the sensations flooding us.
But I’m not finished, not by a long shot. After boosting her almost free of my cock, I allow her to glide back down. Her breasts bouncing in my face are irresistible. I draw a taut nipple into my mouth and suck hard, her back arching in response.
Even better is when she flexes her muscles around my cock, bringing me closer than ever. “We fit so perfectly. We’re made for each other.”
It sounds corny, but it’s true. I’ve never experienced this sense of sanctuary before. And much as I don’t want to admit it to myself, I’m drawn to Phoebe by more than her stunning good looks.
Her energy melds with mine in such a way that I’m a better man for having her in my life. It doesn’t matter that I’ve known for her a matter of days. She means something to me. It’s both frightening and exhilarating.
Phoebe lifts free of my length, with the sense of loss overwhelming me. Until she slams back down again, inching forward on my thighs, and crushing her clit against me.
“Holy hell. Do that again!”
This time I give her a boost, and then another, and another, until the tendons in my neck are like wire as I keep a tight rein on my control.
I want us coming together; something the rippling of her muscles tells me is close.
The second she tightens and her eyes flutter, I let go my hold, pumping out of control into her depths. She jerks uncontrollably atop me, her mouth open in a silent scream that I soon arch up and claim.
Unable to stay sitting upright any longer, I flop back on the sun lounger, taking Phoebe with me. I’m still deep inside her and happy to stay there while I can. Her flexing her muscles around me says she agrees.
It also tells me we’ll be up for more fun sooner than I’d have thought possible. “Ride me, baby, take me with you.”
She doesn’t need to be asked twice, as she rears up, her legs now over the side of the lounger. And here I was thinking I couldn’t go any deeper.
