“Me, huh? Do you have any idea what you’re asking me for?”
“Yes. I want you to touch me all over my body. Make me feel good. Please?”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice as exploring her pale silky flesh will be an easy feat. Reaching toward her, my fingertips fall to her shoulders first. I want to feel her everywhere—every single inch of her. Where to begin is the hard part, but her bare shoulders are an extremely alluring piece of her. I caress her skin there, lightly drawing my fingers down over her arm and then back up. Goosebumps pepper her milky tone, and I relish knowing I’ve gotten a response from her so easily. She’s responsive and will make this all the more enjoyable for both of us.
“Can I touch you as well?”
She wants to touch me? Her words send a sharp spike of desire straight to my throbbing cock. I’m so hard, my length begs to be set free, and she wants to know if she can touch me?
“Fuck,” I curse with a sigh.
What do I say to her? I want to rough her up a bit, squeeze her, pluck at her nipples, and maybe command her to jump on my cock and ride me like she’s never ridden before. However, I don’t want to scare her off so quickly, not when I have her this close. There’s no doubt in my mind she wouldn’t know how to deal with me if I went full-on right off the bat. So rather, I say, “You can touch, and you don’t need to ask me. You always have my consent.”
She releases a tense breath. It comes out as a sweet, excited sigh. Her warm exhale has fantasies consuming my mind of feeling it, along with her lips exploring my body and my dick.
My free hand moves to her throat, my grip wrapping around and holding firm while my other fingertips move to her breast. My thumb rotates in circles over her pert, dusky peach nipple. My palm cups the heavy flesh as I alternate from squeezing and teasing the peak. My eyes lock with hers, not breaking the stare as I lean in and place my mouth around the perky nub. My tongue eagerly swirls as my teeth lightly bite down with enough pressure to cause her to squirm with longing.
Her cheeks flush, her chest moving quicker as she begins to pant. She wants me as much as I do her. I lean back, letting the flesh pop free from my mouth and move to show her other breast the same amount of attention. She pulls a groan from me as her hand seeks out my length, and she gives me a quick tug. When she asked to touch me, I was banking she’d go for my chest or my hair, where chicks always head to first. Not her, though, she’s less inhibited and going right for the good part.
If she wants surprises, I’ll give her one. My hands move to her hips, and in the next second, I have her up and over me and spun around, so her pussy is right in front of my face. Eagerly, I lick my lips and gaze at the wet, swollen pink flesh. She’s already drenched, and I’ve barely begun to touch her. My index finger moves to trail through her soaked slit, coating the tip in her sweet-smelling juices.
Not being able to hold back, I suck the wetness between my lips. Her flavor explodes on my tongue while her scent surrounds me, and I eagerly watch her cunt leak more fluid. I’ve never wanted to be inside a pussy so much in my goddamn life.
Using the tips of two fingers, I rim her entrance, dipping just enough inside she feels me there. She’s enticing in all the right ways. “Is this okay?” I ask, wanting her to be secure enough she can tell me no at any time if she needs to.
“Yes, please do it more.”
“How much have you done before?” I can’t help but ask—everything with her has me curious and edging for more information.
“My friends and I, we used to touch each other at night before bed. When we swam or bathed, then we’d lick each other sometimes as well.”
“Fuck,” I release on a breath. I’m about to be sent over the edge just from picturing what she’s telling me. “They… uh… touched you too?”
“Yes, and we had a soft stick that was bigger than our fingers we could use if we wanted to.”
Precum leaks from my tip as I imagine her taking a small, smooth piece of driftwood and using it to pleasure herself. They were on that island alone for far too long, but even in their circumstances, they found ways to enjoy themselves and each other. She probably knows more about her sexuality than any other woman I’ve ever had the opportunity of fucking.
“Jesus,” I pant. “No man has ever been inside this pussy? Only fingers, tongues, and toys?” I ask, needing her to continue building up my visual. It appears my fantasy can’t compare to the real thing, and she has me on edge.
“No man has ever touched me like this, only you,” she admits and sends me on another level of possessiveness. She was meant to be mine from the start of our lives, and this is only more proof that the world agrees.
“You’re so sexy, Christ. You really have no idea, do you?” I lean in, deeply breathing in her scent and lick her from ass to clit. She moans and tugs on my cock again. “Don’t stop,” I order, repeating her words from earlier.
“Can I lick you too? Would you enjoy it?” she asks so innocently, I nearly come unglued right then and there.
“Y-yes,” I choke out. “Lick all you want.” She doesn’t hesitate, her mouth surrounding my length as she begins to lightly suck on my tip. “Oh.” I clench my teeth together, silently begging for stamina and patience to make sure she enjoys herself fully before I come all over the damn place like a novice.
All the filthy thoughts running through my mind ache to fall from my lips, but I somehow manage to bite most back. I’ve never been anyone’s first at anything before, the notion urging me on to beat on my chest a bit in triumph. It probably means nothing to her, but it certainly caves a chink in the invisible armor surrounding my heart where she’s concerned.
“Damn, your mouth feels like heaven,” I offer, encouraging her so she doesn’t stop.
She takes my compliment in stride, eagerly keeping pace with my tongue. My fingers thrust deep, my thumb steadily applying pressure on her clit until she explodes.
Chapter Eight
AURA
My body shatters for him while my noisy moans fill the room. The sensation of floating hits me everywhere as do the fiery zings of my pussy clamping onto his digits, begging for more. My body milks the orgasm for as long as possible, my head spinning with relief. Sleepiness would usually overtake me in other circumstances, but with Hunter, I simply desire more. I want all of him, filling me everywhere. Too much, too soon? I hope not because I’m all in for this.
My hands move, twisting and turning as I continue to work him over. “Does this feel good?”
“Fuck, yes. You have no idea what your touch does to me.”
“I want you inside me, please.” I give his length an extra tight squeeze and grin when he responds with a groan. Taking his length deeper in my mouth, I suck with more force. His hands clench my thighs as he pants through each pass my mouth makes over his cock.
After a few beats, he leans back, smirking as his cock pops free from my mouth. “You’re sure about this? I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this for me to allow you to sleep in my bed.”
“Ever since you kissed me in the woods, I’ve thought of nothing else… only you touching, kissing, and filling me repeatedly.”