She chuckles under her breath and I have to forcibly stop myself abandoning the surprise and wrapping her around me. ‘You’ve already paid me back on, like,fouroccasions.’
I flash my teeth. ‘Lucky number five.’
‘And you’ve given methree orgasmsalready this morning.’
I ignore her protests, keeping her present behind my back. ‘Lie on the bed.’
She looks, confused, around the deck and I nod at the double sun lounger behind her, towels neatly rolled on top. With the grace of a British queen, she sits her naked butt down and crosses her legs, feet pedalling slowly, expectant.
I can’t wait to drill every ounce of grace out of that woman.
My gift is a long clear tube with a suction cup at one end, and the surprise in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what it is.
‘Have you ever used one of these before?’ I ask, coming closer.
She shakes her head but there’s temptation in it. She needs no instruction, leaning back and widening her legs. I arch over her for a slow, drugging kiss, my fingers reaching down to feel how ready she is. Sweet Jesus, she needs no foreplay.
I cup the pump over her pussy so it’s nice and snug. She reaches to take the compression bulb and I push her hand away.
‘I thought you were making up for Barcelona,’ she says with an adorable frown.
I grin. ‘I am.’
I start slow, squeezing intentionally but not hurriedly. The cup’s clear and we both watch her swell, forgetting to breathe. Holy shit I’m a dead man. This toy’s all about patience but that’s not something I have a ton of right now. I’m almost poking through my shorts. I settle for massaging her skin around the cup – the tops of her thighs, her hips, her ass cheeks. God, she’s fucking fine. I move the toy up and down to work her clit, careful not to disturb its pressure, and she rolls her head back. She’s getting so big that every time I amp it up a notch, she flinches. Her breathing’s raggedy, sawing in and out.
‘You ok?’ I ask.
‘Yeah,’ she says, more air than word, and I can’t hold on any longer. I cradle the back of her head and kiss her hard. Greedy hands tug at me eagerly, working up the back of my neck, pulling me towards her.
She grabs my head and says the greatest words a man can hear: ‘Fuck me in the arse.’
I don’t need to be told twice. I’m naked in a heartbeat, shorts bunched around my feet. She slowly turns on all fours. Herpussy’s so fat it fills the cup, crushing against the clear plastic, her juice leaking all over. My mouth’s dripping. I give the bulb a small squeeze and she moans, her toes curling. I grasp her sweet ass and pull it into my hardness so she can feel what her sounds are doing to me.
My little finger brushes her bud and pushes inside. My dick presses into her leg as I swap in my index finger. Her ass is squeezing around it like it’s begging to be filled. When I add a second finger, she gasps and dips her head low.
‘You alright there?’ I say, smoothing my hand up and down her back.
‘My skin’s so tight,’ she rasps. ‘It feels so good.’
My cock’s alittlebigger than this, so I keep stroking her until her muscles relax beneath my palms. I put the bulb down so I don’t get tempted to squeeze – the cup’s already almost bursting off – roll a condom on, and enter her slowly to the sound of her groaning. I want to lose myself in her tightness, becausefuck meis she tight, but this is a team sport.
‘Too much?’ I ask when I’m almost seated.
She shakes her head.
‘I need words, Julie.’
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, then punishes me by clenching. Hard.
I grab her hips to steady myself, narrowly avoiding pre-cumming like a virgin.‘FUCK.’
I guess it’s time to go through the timeline of US presidents.
Before I’ve even got to Thomas Jefferson, she starts moving andholy hellit’s too soon. I’m grabbing her with rough hands, trying and failing to stop watching her take my dick. I think my brain’s going to explode.
Yes, presidents. James Madison. James Monroe. John Quincey Adams. Andrew Jackson. Who’s next? Oh yeah.
She suddenly stops. ‘Did you just call me Marta?’ Jules says, looking over her shoulder at me.
