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I silence the next giggle that’s bubbling out of her with a kiss. Her fingers instinctually find my hair and slide through my slicked strands. You’d think we’d end it quick considering we’re in public—even if it’s a private beach, there are a few guests from the resort in the distance—and I’m hovering over her. She’s reclining and I can’t even put my hands on her because they’re gripping the armrests of her chair.
But Delphine and I have a habit of getting lost in each other. No matter the time, the location, the circumstance.
The second we’re kissing, we’re given a taste of each other’s lips, we can’t help ourselves.
My tongue makes its way into her mouth for some teasing brushes with hers. We alternate between what starts out as a long, deep kiss, then go for shorter, more urgent kisses where we begin to wander. Her hands slip down my bare chest and my mouth travels to her jaw, then throat.
“Oh… Jon… we have to… the others…” she puffs out.
“Fuck,” I swear. I glance around, nuzzling her neck. It takes me another second to come to my senses and calm myself down enough to function. I stand up and spot the curtains tied neatly to the rings on the side of the cabana.
A new idea springs to mind. Walking over, I untie the curtains from the rings holding them back and let them fall all around us. Our cabana is now curtained off.
Delphine’s sat up slightly, her eyes wide and surprised, yet curious too.
I grin at her, starting my slow approach. “I just have to have a taste.”
“Jon…” she trails off as if in warning. She never finishes her sentence.
I kneel before her and drag her toward the edge of her chair. My fingers take hold of the strings of her bikini bottoms and pull. She shrieks in protest, mentioning the others on the beach.
“They won’t disturb us,” I say. “If they do, they’ll regret it when I introduce them to my knife collection. ”
Her protests morphs into a disbelieving laugh as she lays back and looks up at the canopied ceiling.
“My husband is actually crazy. You actuallyarea psycho.”
“You’re Mrs. Psycho.”
I rip the small patch of fabric away from her body and hook her legs over my shoulders. Her skin’s like luxury silk. I don’t bother trying to resist placing a few kisses on the inside of her thighs.
She shivers as if suddenly cold. But really it’s from her sensitivity and anticipation for what’s about to go down.
Me.
On her.
“Oh, Jon,” she sighs before I even taste her. I’ve only kissed her thighs and then her pussy.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl. “Yet you don’t know how sexy you are. How fucking good you feel and taste. All fucking mine. All of you.”
She moans as my tongue flicks at her clit. It’s a teaser, my intention to get her even more worked up before diving in for more.
Over the years, I’ve learned Delphine’s body so well, I understand her signals and cues. She likes to be praised, she wants to know she’s my good girl, and to be teased the hell out of before I take mercy and give her pleasure.
I do just that.
I suck her clit, starting slow, then increasing intensity. Her hips jerk and twist with a mind of their own. The rest of her body tenses up as the first dose of pleasure rings through her. My fingers join my mouth in its endeavor to tease the hell out of her.
Two slip inside her slick heat. The feel awakens my own anatomy. So far I’ve been able to control my urges. That’s impossible the second I’m sucking her clit and plugging my fingers inside her.
I’ve always loved stimulating Delphine in this way. It’s about getting to experience her on multiple levels all at once. Everything from watching the pleasure unfold on her beautiful face as her mouth drops open and her eyes squeeze shut to feeling how wet she is, coating my fingers. The way her clit pulses against my tongue the more I turn her on.
All of these things happen pleasuring Delphine.
She’s forgotten all about the fact that we’re technically in public. A private beach… but outside in public nonetheless.
She already knows I won’t let anybody intrude. Certainly no other man.
