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I rubbed against him, feeling his erection grow through his jeans. I worked at his belt and buttons, pulling his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicked them off, matching my near-frantic pace, and pulled my own jeans off. He thrust his hand into my panties and rubbed my clit with the heel of his palm, pushing two fingers into me. “You’re already soaked.”
I groaned, moving my hips against his fingers. “I know.” I pulled my panties down, kicked them away, and settled over him. His hand still worked magic on my pussy and his lips never left my nipples.
“Oh god, Trask.” I pressed my pussy against his warm, hard cock. “I want you to cum in me.”
We’d had sex several times over the last few weeks, but he still hadn’t cum in me, opting instead to pull out and spend the quiet moments after cleaning me up.
He groaned and positioned his head at my entrance, slowly pulling me down on him. The wind picked up and sent a shiver down my spine, but it was quickly replaced by the heat between my legs.
“God, I’ll never get tired of sliding into you.”
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. I needed more. I slowly began to rock my hips, adjusting to his size. He made a move to start circling my clit again but I stopped him. “Wait,” I said. “I’m already too sensitive, just give me a minute.”
I sunk onto him completely, lifting myself on my knees just to settle over him again. The near painful stretch was finally replaced with a dull pressure, building, and building. I moved faster, eventually abandoning my plan for something slow and found myself slamming onto him. He grabbed my hips and guided me up and down his cock. I met each of his thrusts and tried to hold back my moans. The sounds of the waves in the distance were drowned out by the grunting and breathing of Trask.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said, pinching my nipples. “God, I want all of you.”
“You have me,” I said, working hard not to stop my fast rhythm over him. Something in me was building, that wave was coming closer to shore and I needed it to break, to wash over me.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yes!”
“You’re perfect.”
“Please, please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, I just knew I needed more.
“So fucking polite.” He pushed me back, laying me flat on the blanket, and continued to push inside of me, pounding into me, caging me in with his arms. His hips thrust wildly, slamming into my pussy. My back arched, that wave coming closer and closer.
“Trask, please.”
“Does my girl want to cum?”
“Yes!” I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I want you to cum too. I want you inside me.”
“I’m going to, but not until I feel you come apart under me.”
“Please, please.”
“So fucking perfect.”
My muscles clenched around him at his words.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He was relentless. His hand pinched my nipple, and I arched into him.
“Trask, I’m going to—”
He gripped my hips with both hands and slammed into me. “Cum for me, baby.”
The wave crested and crashed, washing over me, and I was left a shaking mess under him. Two more thrusts and he groaned into my neck, panting like he’d just run a marathon.
“You’re going to break my heart if you ever leave me,” he groaned.
He pulled out of me, reaching for one of the few napkins I’d brought, cleaning me up. I should have felt strange, being too open and vulnerable with Trask wiping his sticky cum from between my thighs. Instead it was relaxing to be cared for in such a gentle way.
“Oh, I’m going to leave,” I laughed.
He stilled. “What do you mean?”
