Chapter 49
SNICKERS
"Shh, trust me," I murmur huskily, tracing tantalizing circles around her forbidden entrance. "I'll make you feel incredible, in ways you've never experienced before. But first I need to ask you a question. Are you a ‘no really means yes’ girl?"
Pip looks at me. “What kind of question is that?”
“You know what I mean…” I say, my voice low as I continue my circling.
"No. It’s not right. It’s… oooh…" she shudders slightly, her breathing intensifying.
I let my finger venture even closer to the rim.
She moans again. “Yes,” she murmurs. “That’s the kind of girl I am…”
I spot the discreet Playthings box the employee mentioned. Flipping it open with my other hand, I find a small rubber duck, some of the same familiar sex toys as in the box near the bar.
But these are geared for water play. A small expensive jar marked Pure Oil is among them.
Raising Pip higher above the waterline, I dip my finger into the jar of oil and moisten her anus.
"Snickers…" she moans as I put the very tip of my moistened finger inside.
Pip lets out a choked moan, her hands scrabbling against the slick marble for purchase.
"No… No… we can’t…" she says, but she bucks her derriere toward me, so that my finger penetrates more deeply.
I work my finger a bit deeper, stroking her clit with the fingers of my other hand as she clenches around the intrusion.
"That's it, just let go," I encourage her, pumping my finger slowly, letting her adjust to the unfamiliar but not unwelcome fullness. "You're doing so well, taking me so deep..."
My cock is ready to burst, throbbing almost painfully.
I shift, positioning my massive cock against Pip’s puckered hole.
"Oh God," she pants, rocking back against it. Her responsiveness inflames my desire to dizzying heights.
Pip's flesh feels tender to my touch. She’s ripe, ready for me. But this will be her first time. She’ll need more adjustments, both mental and physical preparation, until she can take me inside.
"Out of the tub you go," I say, stepping out first, grabbing a towel, and helping her out of the silken, fragrant water.
I enjoy the sensation of drying her off with the towel, inhaling her fresh lavender-tinged scent and feeling her tender, flushed flesh.
After quickly drying myself off, I carry her in my arms to the bed and rip off the covering.
"But the window shades… won’t you lower them?"
"No one can see inside, except curious animals of the sea."
"Speaking of the sea," says Pip, her green eyes sparkling, "I'm hungry. Mind if I have a bite of your swordfish?"
We both laugh. My cock firms rock hard as she slithers down my body, then takes me in her mouth.
Pip's warm mouth engulfs my rigid shaft, her soft lips and nimble tongue working magic as she bobs up and down. I groan in pleasure, my fingers tangling in her damp hair, guiding her movements.
"That's it, take it deep," I encourage hoarsely, watching with hooded eyes as she swallows more of my considerable length. Her hand wraps around the base, pumping in time with her suckling.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my loins as Pip worships my cock with enthusiasm. But I don't want to finish like this—I need to be buried inside her when I explode.
With a low growl, I tug Pip off my throbbing member and flip her onto her back on the plush bed. She gazes up at me with lust-darkened eyes, chest heaving, legs spreading open in wanton invitation.
I take a moment to admire her nubile body laid out before me like a feast. Then I settle between her thighs, rubbing the swollen head of my erection through her glistening folds.
"Please, Snickers, I need you now," Pip mewls desperately, lifting her hips to increase the contact.
Unable to deny us both any longer, I slowly push forward, sheathing myself fully inside her tight, wet heat with one deep thrust. We both cry out at the sublime union, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
I hold myself still for a moment, savoring the exquisite feel of Pip’s silken walls gripping me like a velvet vise. She writhes beneath me, trying to take me even deeper.
"More, please, more," she begs breathlessly, digging her nails into my shoulders. "You can't turn me on like that and not go for the bonus points."
I oblige, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside, then slamming back in with a powerful thrust.
Pip wails in ecstasy, her back arching off the bed. I set a relentless pace, driving into her again and again as she meets every stroke.
I savor the exquisite feel of Pip's velvet walls gripping me like a vise. Her head tosses on the pillow, breathy moans spilling from her parted lips as I withdraw almost completely before plunging back in.
"Yes, oh yes," Pip chants, her slender legs coming up to wrap around my hips, heels digging into my backside to urge me on. "Harder, Snickers, I won't break!"
Spurred by her pleas, I pick up the pace, snapping my hips faster and harder, the room filling with the erotic sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Pip matches me thrust for thrust, her nails scoring my back as she clings to me.
Our damp bodies move together in perfect sync, climbing higher and higher toward the peak of ecstasy. I change the angle slightly, hitting that secret spot deep inside her that makes Pip keen and quiver.
"I'm close," she pants, inner muscles starting to flutter around my pistoning cock. "Touch me, make me come!"
I wedge a hand between our straining bodies, finding her swollen pearl and rubbing firm circles. Pip arches off the bed with a sharp cry, and then she's flying apart in my arms, spasming wildly as her orgasm crashes over her.
The rippling contractions of her climax trigger my own, and with a hoarse shout, I bury myself to the hilt.
By the time Pip stirs, the sky has darkened. Stars sparkle in the velvet night, and like the hotel employee said, the moon hangs bright and glowing.
"That was amazing, Mr. Woodward," Pip says, snuggling up to me. "You really know how to spoil a woman."
"That's what I'm here for. What shall we do for dinner? Dress up for a night on the town? Or stay in and order room service?"
"Let's order in! It will remind me of the first time we met. You introduced me to truffle fries. Do you think they have them here, in Sicily?”
Smiling, I grab the sleek hotel phone. "There's only one way to find out."
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