Chapter 7
Brad
Once I start kissingher, I can’t stop. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted or felt before. Mine. All mine.
It’s like I’ve been thirsty my whole life and I finally found a drink that’ll satisfy me.
A gorgeous, sexy, fun loving, carefree woman I can’t get enough of.
Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the food. Or the atmosphere. Or this tropical paradise...
Whatever it is, it feels fucking amazing, and I can’t get enough.
Forget that I’m leaving in two days. I can’t get her out of my head, and I need to be inside her. Now.
I barely keep my hands to myself as the boat takes us back to the dock where we boarded. We kiss and let our hands roam over each other’s bodies, desperation and need, want and lust pulsating between us. We’re hidden in a dark booth in the back of the ship, like two hormone crazed teenagers who just discovered sex, but it doesn’t matter. I doubt there’s a sober person on board and no one pays us any attention.
My hand slides up beneath her dress and when my fingers brush over her lacy panties, a low deep growl emerges from my throat. My already thick dick grows more, and the seam of my pants is ready to bust open.
“Fuck, Z. I want you so bad.” I whisper against her neck, the skin so soft and supple.
She responds by moving herself onto my lap, swinging one leg over and wrapping her arms around my neck. Using her knees to raise herself up, she slowly moves up and down, grinding onto my dick.
Shiiittt. She keeps this up, I’m going to cum in my pants.
Both of my hands slide up under her dress now and my palms graze her ass cheeks slowly. When I reach the curve on the bottom, I cup my hands around her perfect ass and squeeze.
We both moan at the same time.
The horn on the boat sounds, signaling we’re close to docking. As much as I don’t want to, I pull my hands out from under her dress and make sure it”s pulled all the way down before I lift her off my lap.
“C’mon. Let’s get to the front of the line before I throw you on my back, jump overboard, and swim the rest of the way.”
Zara giggles as we stumble to our feet and sway.
“Fuck, I’m drunk.” I grab hold of the table for a moment. When I’m steadier, I take her hand in mine and lead us towards the front. A line already formed but it’s only a few people.
It feels like forever when the boat finally docks and even longer to make it onto the beach. I scoop her up in my arms but when I almost drop her, I realize I’m too drunk for that. Instead, we walk as quickly as we can to the hotel, laughing, touching, kissing.
We must look crazy as we rush into the hotel. But who cares at this point. All I can think about is getting her naked and in my bed.
I lead her to my room and as soon as I swipe my key card and the door pops open, it’s game time.
Clothes fly off and land around the room, but I pause when we’re down to only our underwear. My erection is clearly visible beneath my boxer briefs and Zara looks stunning in her dark purple lace bra and barely there panties.
I drink her in, commit her to memory, and focus on storing her in my mind. I can’t let the haze of alcohol steal these images away. Because in just a couple of days, I doubt I’ll ever see her again.
I didn’t come to Key West looking for love.
Fuck, if anything, I came to Key West to get away from it.
Yet here I am. Falling under the spell again.
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My mouth and tonguetaste every inch of her skin and when I stop at her tits, I take my time with each nipple, kneading and caressing, and licking. She tastes like the best ice cream in the world.
As I make my way down to her pussy, I know it’ll be sweeter, like a pot of honey, ready to be feasted upon. When my mouth latches onto her clit, I flick my tongue against it and make a humming sound in my throat.
Her hips leap off the bed. Ah-ha, I struck gold. I continue my work until she’s coming undone beneath me, her legs shaking as she gasps for air and cries out. Her fingers thread through my hair and she gently pulls on it and rubs her pussy all over my face as she orgasms over and over.
It’s the fucking most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I could watch her cum all day and night and knowing I brought her there has cum dripping from the tip of my cock.
I can’t wait any longer. I fish a condom out of my wallet and as I get ready to slide it on, her small hand wraps around my wrist.
“I want to taste you first.” Zara says as she gets on her knees and licks her luscious plump lips.
“Fuck.” I mutter as I run a hand through my hair. “I might not last long.”
“That’s okay. I want to taste.”
Before I can utter another syllable, her lips wrap around the tip of my dick, and I jerk forward. Holy shit.
Her tongue glides along the length of it and she licks up and down while using one hand to fondle my balls. When she reaches the top, she takes it back in her mouth and sucks down the length of it. Her cheeks go hollow as she takes me in deep and when I hit the back of her throat, I almost bust.
“Fuck, Z. You feel amazing.”
She smiles in response but continues her work, licking and sucking and driving me to the edge. When she swirls her tongue over the head again and again, I see stars. I cum hard down her throat and she drinks it all down like a good girl.
“Damn, baby. Impressive.” I grin as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
Zara kisses her way up my abs and chest and when she reaches my face, she kisses me softly. We taste like each other and it’s fucking hot. My dick stirs to life again already. It’s like I’m sixteen again and fighting off erections.
I fucking love it.
She places both hands on my chest and gently pushes me onto my back. She takes the condom from my hand and easily glides it over my stiff cock. “He doesn’t waste any time.” She grins.
“Not around you apparently.”
Zara laughs, but this laugh of hers is different. Seductive. Flirty. It only makes my dick harder. Calm down, boy. But around her, it seems impossible.
She straddles me on the bed like she did on the boat not long ago and she slowly slides herself down onto me. Her tight, wet pussy sucks my dick in better than her mouth and shit, my entire body tingles. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
And we both cum again, this time together, I’ve never felt more blissfully relaxed.