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His hands move over my body as we undress. That attention burns into me, a magnifying glass under the sun. I wilt as he kisses me, bites my lips, sucks on my throat, lets my dress drop to the floor, licks my nipples. We tumble into bed, me in a pair of black panties, him in only boxer briefs. His chest is broad, his stomach chiseled. Tattoos swirl in the darkness. I can’t make them out as his mouth covers mine, his hands slowly sliding my panties down.
“You weren’t kidding about making me forget,” I whimper as he teases toward my aching, pulsing pussy. “Please don’t tell me this is something you do often.”
“I won’t,” he says, one finger curling inside me, making my back arch. I gasp as pleasure flits into my skull. “Though honestly, I’ve never brought a woman into my beach house room before.”
“Really?” I run my fingers through his luxurious hair as he kisses my inner thigh. Fuck, this guy is really going down on me? “I find that hard to believe.”
“The beach house is a family space.” He licks me, tonguing along my vulva, spreading me wide before finding my clit. His mouth works my hard bud. My nipples are so hard they might burst. My back arches, whimpers escape my lips. “I don’t bring women here, not unless they matter.”
“I kind of doubt Imatter,” I say through my moans. “You just want to fuck me.”
“You matter,” he whispers, fingers curling into me as he sucks and licks my clit. “You matter to me right now, Keely Something. Your taste, your moans. You realize how sexy you are? Yes, I want to fuck you. It’s profane, the way you look in that dress.”
“The dress you tossed onto your floor?”
“That exact one.” My back arches as he sucks me hard and a gasp of pleasure explodes from my lips. Holyshit, he’s really,reallygood at this. “You filthy girl. You’re all I could think about tonight. That never happens to me, but there you were, looking so damn miserable, but so fucking sexy, and I needed you.”
“Now I’m in your bed. Lucky boy.”
“You’re right. Very lucky.” His fingers curl, he’s licking faster. My pants and moans wrench from my throat as my body convulses. “I get to taste you. I get to listen to you gasp and say my name. I get to make you feel good, make you forget, make you come on my tongue. I am a very, very lucky man, you’re absolutely right, you filthy fucking girl.”
“You like the dirty talk, don’t you?” I grab his hair, chin back, sweat beading between my breasts. “Fuck, you’re good at it, too.”
“I haven’t begun to talk to you dirty, my something. If you’re very good, and you come for me like a good girl should, then I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I walked up to your table. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I moan, back arching again as he licks faster, fingers sliding in and out, fucking me as he licks. I’m making this pornographic wet noise, and I fucking love it. “Oh, fuck, please, I want to hear it.”
“Come for me first, my something.” He sucks me, tongue swirling my clit. “Let me taste it.”
I gasp, legs trembling with each breath, as the orgasm tears into me. I come, seeing black, then white, then only his dark hair as he licks me through it, tasting me like he promised. My back arches, my stiff nipples pointed at the ceiling, until I collapse down, breathing hard in a puddle of my own sweat.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back. His cock’s straining against his boxer briefs, his muscular body cut and lovely. I stare, eyes wide, as he licks his fingers clean. “A very good girl, my something.”
I blink rapidly, eyes refocusing. Damn, that was incredible. “Is that your pet name for me? You’re going to call mesomething? That’s not all that flattering, you know.”
He lays his body on top of mine, his weight pleasing and dominant. He kisses me like he wants to make sure I taste myself too. Salty, musky. Not bad.
“When you hear me saysomething, you should thinksomething and everything.”
“Oh, god, what a line. I’m actually impressed.”
“I knew you would be.” He kisses my neck. “Now, my something, do you want to hear what I’ve been thinking?”
“Yes, please,” I say in a small voice.
He rolls onto his back, sliding his boxer briefs off. I move onto my elbow, admiring him, staring at his thick, hard cock. It pulses to his heartbeat as he takes himself in his hand and slowly strokes, from the thick tip to the root, up and down.
“I thought about dragging you to the dune where I’d get you on all fours and lick your pussy from behind. I’d take you, filthy, sandy, deranged. I wanted to fuck you in the dune grass, fuck you until you screamed, and come deep between your legs. Take you like an animal. Make you orgasm, over and over, make you sweat while sand stuck to your skin.”
“That’s… intense.” I blink at him rapidly. What the hell is wrong with this guy? And what’s wrong with me that I sort of like it? I’m already starting to recover from that orgasm. Heat pools in my guts, between my legs.
“I can stop if it’s too much.”
“Don’t.” I reach out, brushing his hand away and taking over. My palm’s a lot smaller than his, but I stroke him up and down. Fuck, he’s big, and he’sreallyhard. This guy must like me. “Keep talking.”
“I wanted to take you by the hair. Drag you down with me. Make you as filthy as I am. Does that scare you?”
“No.” I lean forward, licking him. Tentative at first. Tasting his tip. Then sliding him into my mouth, sucking him hard.
