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I devour his lips like I am starving. I position my hips beneath his and spread my legs wide, wrapping them at the small of his back. I draw him to me. His hard cock nudges against my core.
We should go slow and take our time, but we’re too new to exercise such restraint. I am wet and eager for him. My brain is screaming with impatience. I need to have him fill me to the hilt.
He covers my ear with his hot mouth, and as he places me on his cock, he delves his tongue around my outer ear. I wriggle andflinch as shivers of almost unbearable pleasure course through me. Who knew ears could be so erotic? I never did.
“So beautiful,” he says in a voice barely audible.
I arch, pushing my torso against his, struggling to slow down. Jack draws his fingers down the length of one leg, then up the other before placing them one at a time on his wondrously broad shoulders. My body surges with electricity each time he pushes into me, given this new position. I rock against him, trying to exorcise the unbearable tension building within.
Jack pulls his cock out and instead strokes my legs, turning to each one to kiss the inside of my calves, working his way up my inner thighs. His fingertips glide, torturously teasing my core. He casually snags my arms and pins them over my head. By bracing my wrists against the bed, he has me completely bound. I cannot move, which heightens every sensation to a near-intolerable level.
“Oh,” I moan plaintively. My breathing is uneven, rising and falling in response to Jack’s explorations of my body. I struggle to lift my pleasure-heavy lids to behold Jack’s handsome face as he watches me withstand this blissful torment.
I thrash my head from side to side as the age-old moment builds within me. He does not let up. At last, he moves his hand and touches me. He strums my flesh, summoning the sweet rolling tremors from deep within.
I can only describe the climax that consumes me with pleasured spasms as being great and powerful – not unlike an earthquake. Never have I ever experienced an orgasm like it. I lapse in and out of reality as I am absolutely spent.
At the same time, Jack slams into me with his all, lost to another realm as he, too, slips into rapture. His face is slack, his eyes vacant, and his body on autopilot. We are no longer concerned about whether the neighbors can hear us.
We push on until our bodies tremble, sweaty lumps on the lawn furniture. Jack crumples against me. We can do nothing but pant and be still. His fingers find mine and loosely hold them. Suddenly alert, he lifts his head and scans around.
“Is someone watching?” I ask, still unable to open my eyes.
I am floating on a cloud of pure bliss. I am sprawled naked, but I cannot bother to be self-conscious.
“I can’t tell,” he laughs. “But if they are, we’ve given them quite a show.”
I hover close behind him. He flips a switch that shines way too much light on our naked selves. It illuminates a gated pool that looks inviting.
“No one can see us when we get in the water,” he says. “Even with the underwater pool lights on.”
The water is scrumptiously warm. It is like gliding into softness.
“Oh man,” I say. “I love the ocean, but this is heaven.” It is something to be swimming in my birthday suit, on the top of a mountain-like hill, in a lovely warm pool, with a gorgeous man. Who does this?
We playfully swim around each other. He reaches for me, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He stares at me as though he wants to say something. But he doesn’t, at least for a little while.
“So, that pretend ring that you wore,” he says.
I giggle.
“Kind of told on myself back there,” I say.
“You like rings,” he says.
“I do,” I admit. “I know I make a big deal about being anti-materialism, but I don’t care if they are real or not. Let me correct myself: I don’t care if they are monetarily valuable.”
“Did you get that one just for the occasion? Or do you have a collection?” he asks.
“I have a collection,” I say. “Started when I was a kid. I saw a ring in a vending machine, and I wanted it so bad.”
“And you weren’t allowed to get it?” he asks.
It’s a painful memory, and I generally don’t like to tell others about it – but I feel comfortable sharing it with him.
“It was right after my parents died,” I say. “My older sisters were taking care of me. They took me to the boardwalk because they thought it would distract us.”
He reaches for my hand.
