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"You taste great, Michael. Salty and sweet." She leaned in to take him into her mouth, but he stopped her.
"Save that," he rasped. "I want something else."
"What?"
"Undo the top of your dress. I want to see your breasts."
Her nipples puckered and came to life as if they'd heard his words. She undid the button at her neck and slid the halter down until it rested at her waist.
His eyes lit up and his lips curved into a smile. "You have gorgeous breasts."
She ached for his touch, his mouth, his tongue on her engorged nipples. She could barely balance on her haunches with the way he was looking at her.
"Stroke my cock. I want to come on your breasts."
Serena settled back on her knees, excited beyond words at Michael's suggestion. She'd get to watch. Watch his shaft grow and harden, pulsate in her hand until he shot his load all over her breasts. Another first for her. Everything with him had been a first, and an unexpected glimpse into her own fantasies.
She wanted everything with him. Starting with this.
"That's it," he murmured, guiding her as she stroked the length of him. "Nice and slow. Now squeeze a little harder, I want it to feel like my cock is in your tight pussy. "
Gripping him firmly, she slid her enclosed hands from the tip of his penis to the base, reveling in his sounds of pleasure. Keeping one hand on his shaft, her motions constant, she slid the other underneath and cupped his balls.
Michael bucked against her, driving his cock harder and faster into her hand. She squeezed his balls lightly while maintaining the rhythmic stroking.
"Oh, yeah, like that," he said.
Despite her position on her knees in front of him, Serena felt empowered. She controlled his cock with her hands, controlled the amount of pleasure she gave him. He was totally and completely at her mercy, and she was relentless in her desire to please him.
Like the woman who'd jacked off those two men, she was in charge. Judging from the sweat glistening over Michael's stomach and legs and the distended veins running over the surface of his cock, she was doing a pretty damn good job.
The head of his penis colored a deep purple as he forced his length through her eager hands. From his increased movements, she could sense he was getting close. Feeling a near triumphant satisfaction, she stepped up her efforts, closing the circle her hands provided, making him work harder to penetrate the tight hold she had on him, squeezing him until he groaned long and low.
"Shit. Oh fuck, baby, yeah. Like that. Faster. I can't hold off much longer."
His voice rasped as he thrust harder against her. She leaned back so that he could watch. With one long shout of ecstasy he shot a hot stream of come all over her breasts, his cock pulsing against her hand.
It was the most erotic experience she'd ever had. Listening to him, feeling him, knowing she'd been responsible for giving him this pleasure, made her body ache for more.
She kept up her strokes, slowly, gently, until she'd milked every last drop of come from him. Then she sat back, supremely pleased with herself and smiled up at him.
Michael blew out a breath, pulled up his shorts and grabbed a towel. He lifted her to a standing position and wiped her breasts, sliding the towel over her distended nipples until she was breathing hard again.
"Thank you," he said after she'd refastened her halter.
"You're welcome."
Finally focusing again on the people around her, most were in the aftereffects of their own orgasms. How had she missed it all? She'd been so occupied with Michael she hadn't once stopped to look at the action around her.
Apparently, at least for her, the voyeurism was exciting only to the point where she focused on the man with her. After that, she'd tuned them out completely.
Couples had begun to depart. She and Michael followed, heading back to their room. A comfortable silence accompanied their walk through the gardens. Serena wondered what he was thinking, but despite the intimacy they'd just shared, she didn't feel right asking.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said as soon as they entered the suite.
She went to do the same, stepping into to her own bedroom to clean up. As the water sprayed over her body, Serena recalled every erotic moment of today's adventure. The event had exceeded her wildest expectations. She'd even surprised herself. Thinking she'd be shy at first, once they'd gotten started and she watched everyone around her going at it, engaging in sexual play right there with Michael seemed as natural as breathing.
Was it the location, was it her, or was it her partner? She was comfortable with Michael. He encouraged her fantasies, not once turning down anything she suggested. He was perfect.
Whoa. Not perfect. Just for the week. Just for sex. She had to keep reminding herself that this was temporary. She had no relationship with Michael other than as a sexual partner. To think otherwise would be disastrous. When this week was over, they'd go their separate ways, and the only thing she'd be taking back to Kansas with her would be memories.
After slipping on a pair of shorts and a tube top, Serena came out of the bedroom to find Michael. He was on the couch, his hair still damp from his shower. As she was finding typical, he wore only navy shorts and no shirt.
He turned when she came in, and smiled at her. "Nice outfit," he said, eyeing her from head to toe appreciatively.
"Thanks." She warmed under his gaze and took a seat on the couch. Not close like they were earlier, somehow she felt it would be presumptuous to cuddle up next to him.
"You sure dress differently than when you first got here."
"Those were my 'Kansas college professor' clothes," she explained before looking down at the tight shorts and matching black tube top that barely contained her breasts. "This is my vacation wear."
He laughed. "I see. Not much call for skimpy, se
xy little outfits where you live, huh?"
"Hardly."
"You should try southern California sometime. It's the dressing norm."
Ah, so that was where he lived? "I've never been to California."
"It's nice. Kind of like this, only not so tropical."
California sounded wonderful. And free.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"Starving."
"Want to see what's in the fridge?"
She nodded and they headed into the kitchen together.
Each suite came with a fully stocked kitchen. They decided on an omelet, which Michael offered to fix. She chopped the mushrooms and ham while he prepared the egg mixture, then dumped in the meat and vegetables and some shredded cheese. Serena heard her stomach grumble. Michael must have, too.
"I know," he said. "Sex works up an appetite, doesn't it?"
Sex. Now the subject was out in the open. "Yes, it would seem so."
"Don't you get hungry after sex?"
With her back to him as she poured juice into glasses and pulled out dishes and utensils, she shrugged. "I really wouldn't know. I haven't had that much sex in my lifetime."
She turned to him, plates in hand, as he shifted the omelets from the pan to the plates. They walked out onto the balcony to eat and watch the sun set over the ocean.
The omelets were delicious. The man could even cook, wonder of wonders. Was there anything he couldn't do?
"What did you mean, you haven't had much sex?" he asked in between mouthfuls.
Serena swallowed and took a drink of juice. "Well, not much good sex, anyway."
He laughed. "Then they didn't do it right."
"Don't I know it."
"Just how experienced are you?" he asked.
"I've had a few relationships. Not much, and certainly not the kind I can experience here."
"Why not?"
"Well, I worked my way through college, all the way to getting my PhD. Wasn't much time for the typical college relationships. Plus, I stayed close to home."
"What? They don't have guys in your town?" he teased.
She laughed. "Yeah, they do, but it wasn't like I was going to tell any of the guys I had sex with that I had all these kinky ideas and wanted to explore them."
"Why wouldn't you?"
She shrugged. "Afraid, I guess."
"Of?"
"Small towns are notoriously incestuous. Everyone knows everyone. And knows what everyone is doing, and with whom. I knew I'd want to stay there to teach, and all it would have taken was one guy to spout off about my unusual fantasies and it would have been all over town."
