1. Dove #3
“Mmm, I do love how you say my name when you need me, Dove.” He pulls harder, almost to the point of pain, and I grip his shoulders for leverage. With a knowing smirk, he bends down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.
My mouth parts as I stare up at the night sky, the stars twinkling by the billions.
God, he’s right. I might just orgasm from the nipple play. I knew I was sensitive, but I didn’t know I was this sensitive.
“Please,” I beg of him. “Please, touch me. I’m so close. I need more, Winston. Give me more.” My body is on fire. My clit throbs with the need for attention. Desire is heavy in my bones, keeping me weighed down when all I want to do is let go and fly.
That massive hand wraps around my throat, giving it a soft squeeze to keep me in place.
“I know what to give you. Be a good girl and trust me to take you where you want to go.” He stops me from rocking across his cock, leaving me restless as I chase my orgasm.
It’s there. It’s right there.
“You’ll come from this alone first. Understand me?” He peers up at me through his lashes, flattening his tongue across my chest to move to the other breast.
His teeth scrape against my nipple before biting down. Adding a small amount of pain to the pleasure has my orgasm slamming into me, and I stretch backward over the edge of the pool, my hips rocking, wishing I was riding his cock as every muscle tenses.
“Mmmm, what a beautiful sight.”
“Winston.” I cup my own breasts, squeezing them hard as the last orgasmic wave crashes into me. “I need more. I need you.”
He climbs out of the pool, water falling from him in sheets, his cock tenting his briefs. He squats, slides his arms under me, and carries me inside the house. We drip water onto the floor with every step, soaking the floors and rugs he has spread out through the house.
I’m buzzed, from a mixture of the orgasm and alcohol. I feel as though I’m on top of the world.
Winston kicks the bedroom door open and places me on the bed, uncaring that the sheets are getting drenched. He crawls over me, spreads my thighs to get comfortable, and pushes my hair behind my ears.
We don’t say another word for a long moment.
We both know what we want and why we’re here.
We kiss again, getting lost in one another.
Those hands are exploring every inch of me until one dives between my legs and tugs my panties off.
He tosses them to the side and keeps my thighs parted while he stares at me.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so beautiful.
This pussy looks like she needs attention.
” His thumb presses against my clit, the exquisite sensations causing my back to arch from the bed.
“I love how sensitive you are. So many things I want to do.” He lifts me off the bed by gripping my ass, bringing my pussy closer to his face. “But first, I want to taste.”
“No. You can later, please. I’m aching.” I snag his wrist, needing more than what his mouth could ever offer.
He growls, staring at my pussy as if it’s a meal he’s about to miss. His fingers slip through the lips, circling my clit again, pressing an index finger inside me.
I moan, collapsing on the bed, and fist the sheets. When he leaves me empty, I glance down to see him suck his finger into his mouth. He groans, his eyes shutting as he marvels at the taste of me.
Becoming impatient, I sit up and push him backward onto the bed. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, I pull them off, throwing them somewhere in the room.
“Savor me later. I need this.” I grip the base of his cock, loving how thick he is. My index finger and thumb almost touch—but they can’t.
Climbing on top, I keep a steady grip on his impressive length, and his own hands are on either side of my waist, holding me so hard I know I’ll have bruises.
The wide, flared tip of his crown presses against my wet entrance, and I gasp as I take him in slow.
Every inch stretches me, stealing my breath.
We moan in unison from how good we feel together.
I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. I’m burning from the inside out for him, needing to be as close as possible to his body to satisfy the craving for him that’s eating me alive.
“Fuck,” he growls through tight teeth, the tendons in his neck protruding as he holds his breath. “No one has ever felt so good.”
I curl over him, biting his bottom lip and giving it a soft tug. “I couldn’t agree more. You stretch me in every way I’ve ever desired.”
Grabbing the back of my head, he forces me down so he can capture my lips in a messy, passionate kiss. Our teeth clink together, our need having no finesse, no rhythm.
Slipping my hands over his chest, I sit up, flipping my long dark hair over my shoulders so I can see him without any barriers. Everything about him adds more to the arousal I feel. I become wetter the longer our eyes remain locked in one another’s gazes.
His sculpted jaw.
The silver scruff on his cheeks.
The piercing green of his eyes.
The definition of his chest.
The list goes on and on, drugging me with a never-ending dose of lust. I rock against him, moaning, digging my nails into the firm muscle of his pecs.
“That’s it, Dove. Use me. Use me and show me how good my cock feels inside you.”
I ride him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure no other man has ever been able to give me. Why him? Maybe it’s the fantasy of being on vacation. Maybe it’s because this is the last night we’re here. There’s also a slight forbidden-esque nature to what we’re doing.
Two strangers.
One night.
Endless pleasure.
And tomorrow when we wake up, we go back into the world as if we never knew one other.
As if this night never happened at all.
“You belong up there.” His calloused palms drift over my skin, scratching my stomach as he works his way up. He tugs on my nipples again, knowing how much I love it, and it causes me to double over, hiding my face between his neck and shoulder.
“No. Sit up,” he orders. “I want to see every fucking expression as you fuck me.” He uses those oversized hands that have me forgetting how to think, how to breathe, and he encloses them around the back of my neck to yank me backward. “Sit. Up.”
My eyes flutter shut at the demand.
I love being told what to do.
“That’s better,” he snarls, giving my breasts attention again.
He does this to drive me crazy. It’s the only reason he would torture me like this.