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he shivered, her nipples tightening into hard nubs. "I think you're lying to me. I think you do fantasize about all kinds of naughty things. Care to share?"
"I will if you will," she blurted, then closed her eyes and sighed, wishing she'd never come down here.
"Okay, let me tell you about my fantasies."
Oh, God. Did she really want to hear about them? "That's okay, I don't need to--"
But he started telling her, anyway. "They take place on a private island, a very small island with sand, trees, fresh water and plenty of fish and fruit. I'm marooned, shipwrecked maybe, washed ashore unconscious. When I wake, I realize I'm the only survivor."
Her imagination put him on the island. Weak, clothing tattered, and alone.
"I build a shelter and find food, but I'm desperately lonely. Days, weeks, possibly months pass by and I'm going crazy, talking to myself, desperate for companionship. Until one morning when I'm fishing on the beach, I see two women swimming out in the ocean. I can't believe it, either. They're beautiful...and naked. They dive under the water and I see fins. They're mermaids."
"Of course they are," she said, not bothering to keep the sarcasm from her voice. Every man's fantasy come to life. The only thing missing from Dax's description was a television and ESPN.
"I watch, transfixed for awhile, unable to believe my eyes. Then suddenly they step out of the water, their fins replaced by long, sexy legs."
Between Dax's story and the beach sex in front of her, Isabelle was sweating, beads of perspiration settling between her breasts and across her brow. She longed to strip off her clothes and head straight for the water, but for some reason she couldn't move.
"They approach me. They're dripping wet, gloriously naked, their soaked bodies glittering like diamonds in the harsh sun. One's a blonde, with long, curling hair all the way down her back. The other has raven hair, straight and long. Both have beautiful breasts...full, not overly large, with dusky nipples."
Dax moved his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, the straps of her tank top slipping down with his movements. Isabelle stilled, realizing she wore only her tank top and shorts. If she allowed him to continue, she'd be standing there bare-breasted in front of the other people on the beach.
The other people on the beach currently fucking each other to the point where Godzilla could step foot on the island and they wouldn't notice.
"Tell me what happens next in your fantasy," she said, the sun heating her breasts as he pulled her tank top down to her waist.
"The mermaids approach me, smiling, their arms held out as if they were there for the express purpose of pleasing me. They take turns kissing me, their lips soft and tangy like the ocean."
Right. And then they suck him and fuck him and he gets off and they go back to their watery lives while he lies there eating papaya with a shit-eating grin on his face. Gawd, how many times had she read this scenario about a man's fantasy?
"So, I lay them both down on the palm fronds I've used to make a bed, shading them from the sunlight. They look so beautiful lying side by side like that, one light and the other dark."
Isabelle resisted the urge to snort. Next he'd watch the two women go at it. Another top ten on the male wish list.
"I kneel down between them, running my hands over their feet and ankles. Their skin is like the softest silk. I feel their calves, their thighs, watching as their breathing begins to labor the closer I get to the treasure between their legs."
Isabelle's breathing was doing a little bit of its own laboring, imagining Dax inching his hands up her body slowly, knowing he was going to touch her there, but not yet.
He moved his hands over her arms, his knuckles brushing the sides of her breasts every time he passed them. She sucked in a breath and shuddered at the contact, her body crying out for his hands to cover her breasts, tweak her nipples, turn her around and kiss her so hard she couldn't think straight.
Not that she was thinking straight right now. Her mind was befuddled with mixed thoughts of needing to ask him about his origins and begging him to fuck her right there on the sand.
"The women reach for me, but I just smile down at them," he continued, his hands stopping at her waist to knead her flesh. He gripped her hips and said, "Instead, I lean over and slide my hands over their breasts, watching their nipples stand up in their excitement."
He demonstrated by cupping her breasts, his hands blazing a scorching trail as he swept his palms over the round globes. Her nipples stood painfully erect and begging for his touch. As he rolled the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger, shocks of pleasure pulses sailed straight to her pussy.
"The women lick their lips in anticipation, knowing I'm so close to giving them what they crave, and yet I want to hold off, make them nearly beg for it, make it good for them."
She let loose a whimper when he moved closer, his hard cock pressing against the cleft in her ass. Hell, she needed more than shorts to keep his touch from firing her up. She needed damn body armor. Steel-plated.
He flexed his fingers against her hip and slowly slid the zipper down on the side of her shorts. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered so softly his breath fluttered against her cheek. "Each woman watches me touch the other, knowing that whatever the other feels they soon will too. I kiss them both, our tongues hot and wet and sizzling together in a slow mating dance. While I kiss one I fondle the other, pinching her nipples until she gasps in pleasure."
With one quick movement her shorts puddled at her feet. Dax reached around and palmed her lower stomach. It jumped and quivered against his hand. His fingertips rested on the top half of the curls covering her mound. Maybe if she stood on her toes his fingers would dip down and relieve the throbbing torture he'd begun.
"Finally, they're begging me to help them, to release them from their torment. I lie down on the palm fronds and pull the dark-haired girl over my hips, watching as she impales her pussy on my straining cock. The other, the blonde, knows what to do and she straddles my face, positioning her dripping pussy over my eager mouth."
Isabelle whimpered as Dax's fingers began a slow march down her mound, nearly reaching her aching clit only to slide back up and out of reach of the intense pressure building between her legs. With his other hand he cupped her breast, beginning a relentless petting of her nipple until she nearly cried out. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from begging.
"Both the mermaids are hot. Very hot. The raven-haired beauty rides my cock like a forty-foot wave, gliding back and forth and grinding her pussy against my pelvic bone. The blonde moves her hips rapidly over my face, her sweet nectar pouring over my tongue and chin. I'm licking her lips and clit as fast as I can."
"Dax, please." Isabelle couldn't help it. The couples on the beach had reached a near frenzied state. Some of the other couples had already come. Others were near the edge, the crescendo of moans and cries of ecstasy building like an orchestra finale.
He moved against her, the fabric of his shorts sliding down and rustling against her legs. Then he was naked behind her. She backed against his cock, his scorching shaft nestling between the cheeks of her rear. He rocked against her and she knew that he wanted this as much as she did.
And yet he still hadn't slid his cock deep inside her, still hadn't made that first move to release them both from this torment.
"Now it's getting intense," he continued, his voice tight with desire. "They're close to coming and so am I. The dark-haired woman digs her nails into my chest as she raises her hips and plunges down hard onto my cock. The blonde is shrieking as her orgasm approaches, grinding her pussy into my face."
The threesome she'd been watching reached the pinnacle together, the one in front pulling out to spray his come all over the woman's eager tongue. The other gripped the woman's hips and drove hard inside her, his body shuddering with his release. Finally the woman screamed with her climax, throwing her head back and howling like a wild animal.
"And then I'm coming along with them, sh
ooting hot jets deep into the dark-haired girl's pussy. She's whimpering uncontrollably, the blonde has come all over my face and I'm lapping up her juices, and then the three of us cuddle up for a nice, long nap afterward, knowing this is just the beginning of some seriously hot and heavy sex."
"Dax, fuck me. Now, please." She hated begging, hated to be the one to ask him to do it when she knew damn well he was primed and ready for her, but she couldn't wait any longer. Her fingers slipped between her legs in search of her clit, but Dax grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away, then turned her around. Her breasts pressed against him, her nipples hardening as they brushed the firm planes of his chest.
He took her mouth in a kiss that seared her senses. She held on tight, not wanting to let go of the spiraling need that flamed at the touch of his lips to hers.
Keeping his hands on her body, he dropped to the ground, then pulled her down on top of him. She dug her fingers in the sand and straddled him, his cock probing the entrance to her drenched pussy.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his tone harsh and guttural. "My hand on your clit like this? He searched between the folds of her pussy until he found her aching nub, then slowly massaged it with his thumb. Pleasure burst like a rocket between her legs.
"Yes," she moaned, lifting her hips and positioning herself against his burning shaft.
"And this, is this what you want, too? My cock buried deep inside that hot pussy, so deep it makes you scream?" At that moment he plunged inside her with one quick thrust, burying his thick shaft so far she felt it in her belly.
"Yes!" she screamed, uncaring who heard, who watched. This is what she'd wanted, what she'd needed from the minute she'd run away from him last night. No, she hadn't been nearly finished with wanting him then, and she wouldn't be after today, either. Whatever hold he possessed on her was magical, like nothing she'd ever known before. Right now she didn't care who or what he was, as long as he kept his hard cock inside her.
Such sweet torment, his thick shaft filling her with each thrust of his hips. She rocked against him, pushing her swollen clit into his questing fingers, urging him to stroke the nub faster as she moved like lightning against him.
"Yes, baby. Fuck my cock," he groaned.
