Chapter 2 #2
I don’t want to, but I can’t stop it from rippling through my body when his hands slip into my bottoms, rubbing me fast and hard between my thighs.
I’m going to scream; I can’t hold it back.
He hears it coming and covers my mouth before someone hears me.
My screams of pleasure are muffled into his hand when my orgasm spirals through me like an extension of his dick, achingly reaching every part of my body in waves of intense pleasure.
I ride him hard, lips slightly parted, with the palm of his hand pressing my lips against my teeth.
I bite his hand with enough force for him to make a strangled sound of exquisite pain and pleasure.
His head is on my shoulder as I’m coming off my high, moaning, fingers stroking across my lips.
I suck them into my mouth hoping to sooth away the pain inflicted on him by the overwhelming pleasure he’s given me.
As his hand falls away from my mouth, I catch my breath and put my hand over his, closing my eyes briefly.
“Nick. I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he says, rubbing the side of my face with his other hand. “That was fucking hot.”
“You didn’t come, sorry I couldn’t hold back.”
“Not a problem, I’m glad you liked it. As long as you’re satisfied, I’m good. We can make up for it later if you’re up to it.”
“It’s been a while since we had sex.” I slowly ease up off him, his hands on my waist to steady me.
Turning around I take a washcloth off the table and wipe him off.
“I have a better idea, I’ll make up for it now since you’re already up.
” Placing the washcloth back, I go down on my knees between his legs.
He tries to stop me, holding my hand. “No, you don’t have to do that, Cat.”
“I want to do this. You’ve given me so much pleasure, I feel it’s my duty to reciprocate.
Now shut the hell up, sit back, and enjoy it while I have my way with you.”
“Yes, ma’am, but I’m guessing you’ve never done this before?”
“Who told you that? This mouth has a great deal of experience in this area.”
His eyebrows pull together over his eyes with a sharp, less than amused stare. I squeeze his thighs with my hands and quickly state, “My mouth has never done this before. But I’m a quick study.” I feel him relax and I give him a cheeky smile.
“Nice to know something waited for me to get there first.”
I playfully slap him on the thigh. “Shut up.”
“Your gag reflex is sensitive; wrap your hand around the base firmly.”
I do as he says. His dick still hard and sensitive, and he swallows. In a thick voice he tells me, “Like that. This way you don’t have to take me all the way in. Throwing up would not be the thing to do at this time, it could scar me.”
I smile and place my lips around the head of his dick and suck gently, tasting myself on him. Closing my eyes, I listen to him moaning deep in his chest, his fingers sliding through my hair. My tongue glides smoothly over the thick velvety tip, enjoying the taste and feel of him in my mouth.
“Yes, Cat, just like that, suck it.”
I moan over him as his hand guides my head down, making me take him deeper in my mouth. I squeeze one of my hands around him, playing with his balls in the other. He moans my name, and I open my eyes and watch him repeat my name from the pleasure of my mouth wrapped around him.
“Yes, Cat…Yes, Cat…baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I love that I can drive him as crazy as he drives me with his mouth—it pushes me further, making me bolder.
I suck him harder and harder into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can get a better grip on him, with my tongue on the underside of him right up the seam, sucking and swirling like he’s my own personal lollipop.
“I love your fucking mouth on me,” he says, looking down at me, his hands tangled in my hair. “So fucking beautiful.”
Turned on as much as him, I bob up and down on his dick, making him wet and glistening in the light between my plush swollen lips. I stretch my aching jaw wide open, giving him a pleasure and release only I can.
“Cat…stop.” He strains to say, moaning my name. I don’t. I want to see him through to the end.
I swipe my tongue over him continuously, moaning with him in my mouth, savoring his heady flavor mixed with mine.
“Cat, I’m coming!” His breathing is labored as he pants out, “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Ignoring his warning, I moan, sucking and slurping with more force, his fingers tightening in my hair as my mouth slides down on him. Tasting him in the back of my throat, I take him in deeper, sucking until he can’t speak and I can hardly breathe.
His body tenses, and he shoots into my mouth, yelling my name, his head thrown back and eyes closed tight. His hips flex up, jerking into my mouth, making it hard to keep my teeth from grazing the sensitive smooth skin of his dick.
Not wanting to but needing to take a breath, I open my mouth, releasing him, and I watch the spurt of warm, creamy liquid gush out over my chest to trickle down between my breasts.
After he recovers, he lifts his head up, saying, “Damn, baby. I’m sorry.”
I wipe my mouth, smiling, repeating back his words from minutes ago. “For what? That was fucking hot.”
He grins at me and helps me up to sit in his lap. “I’m not going to deny it, it was.” Kissing me on the lips, he takes a towel from next to the ice bucket and wipes me off. “You’re a mess, look at your bathing suit.”
“I have more.”
“I like watching you do that to me, and I like seeing me all over you. It’s a fucking turn- on.”
“Now you know how I feel. We should do this again.”
“Absolutely.”
“Please, let’s not wait this long to have sex again.”
“You’re not getting any arguments here.”
“Do you think anyone heard us?”
“Who cares? We’re on vacation, we’ll never see these people again.”
“I thought the same thing when I put this bikini on.”
“It looks good, real good,” he says, gently biting and rolling a nipple that came out of my top during his wipe down, sending a shiver through me.
“We might have to see these people when we’re eating and on the beach.”
“We don’t have to see them if you don’t want to.” I moan when his tongue traces around my nipple and my hand cups the back of his neck. “We can stay in for the next two days entertaining ourselves.” My fingers slide into his hair when he kisses my neck and his hand rakes over where his tongue left.
“Nick, I can’t concentrate with—”
“Good. I’m going to give you as much pleasure as you gave me.” He picks me up and lays me on the chair, placing my feet on his shoulders. He pulls my bikini bottoms off, spreading my legs wide over them. “I like to give as much as I receive.”
“You’re a generous man.”
His head goes between my legs, and I give up with the first lap of his tongue and let his generosity overwhelm me.
Ah, hell, who gives a damn who hears? When it’s this good, who can think, much less talk?
We spend the entire afternoon in the cabana making up for lost time, eventually finding the time to securely close the curtain.