“But god, Ronnie, she’s gotten so…” Henry’s eyes moved over my suit and I could almost feel the heat of his gaze. I pretended not to notice.
“Grown up?” I suggested
“You could say that…” He laughed softly. “And she’s constantly flaunting it around the house… constantly… it’s enough to drive me crazy!” I smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it. “You really need a girlfriend.”
“Sure you’re not volunteering?” he asked again, his eyes dark, so like Doc’s, full of a deep, greedy hunger, an unstoppable lust…
“Stop…” I whispered as he let go of my hand, slowly encircling my wrist and sliding his palm up my forearm.
“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, his fingers grazing my shoulder, my collarbone, trailing down toward the V of my suit.
“No.” I answered honestly, closing my eyes when his finger touched my hard nipple through the material.
“Really?” he asked, pressing his mouth right next to my ear.
“Really,” I breathed, sliding my arms around his neck and letting him kiss me. It was wrong, but I wanted it, and he did too. I rationalized that it was better this, better me, than Janie. Living without boundaries clearly had consequences, I thought, and maybe this boundary was better crossed than another, more taboo one…
“Wait,” he murmured, leaving me there and running over to one of the cabanas. He produced a blanket which he spread out on the sand, urging me to get on it. I crawled to the center and laid down on my back, seeing his eyes darken as he looked down at me.
“Oh Henry,” I moaned when he pressed me back into the sand, his thigh between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and ready even though he’d come just half an hour before. I wanted to reach for it but restrained myself, letting him explore me first. He sat up between my legs, his erection obvious, tenting his shorts, and slid my suit straps over my shoulders, slowly exposing my breasts.
His eyes devoured me, making me squirm as he pulled my suit down over my belly. I lifted my hips for him, letting him peel it off the rest of the way, laying there and just letting him look at me. His eyes lingered between my legs and he used his fingers to part my smooth lips, his look almost pained as he saw the pink flesh inside.
“Can I taste you?”
I nodded, letting my legs fall open, hearing him moan as he settled between my thighs and started kissing my pussy lips. He took his time, slow, gentle, hesitant even as his lips brushed over my clit. He explored gently with his fingers, pressing first one inside of me and then two, making me rock my hips and whimper.
“Lick it,” I whispered, reaching down and spreading my lips open. His breath was hot, his eyes dark with lust. “Here…” I showed him with my finger, rubbing my clit back and forth. He leaned in and touched my clit with his tongue, making me moan in response. Clearly encouraged by my response, he began to lick me eagerly, his fingers pressed deep inside.
“Finger me, too,” I begged, rocking my hips. He did as I asked, plunging his fingers into my wetness and the pulling them out, doing it again, again, making me moan softly and thrust my hips. “Lick me,” I whispered, reminding him, spreading my pussy wide and he groaned as he found my clit again with his tongue, licking me in short, flat strokes.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally catching a good rhythm, licking and fingering me at the same time.
“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked, smiling as I half sat up on my elbows to watch him. He nodded eagerly, showing me rather than saying anything, sucking my clit greedily.
“Swallow all my juices, baby,” I encouraged, grabbing a handful of his dark hair and pressing him against my pussy. I ground my mound against his face, making him moan. “Ohhhh god, yes, yes, make me come, make me come all over your face!”
I could barely hear him, his sounds so muffled by my flesh, but I don’t think he cared. I bucked and writhed on the blanket, giving him every last bit of my orgasm, my whole pussy spasming, on fire, around his thrusting fingers. But they weren’t enough. God, not anywhere near enough. I wanted his cock. I wanted it desperately.
“Come here,” I urged, reaching for him, kissing his mouth, licking my juices off his lips, his chin. “God, I love that taste.”
His eyes lit up when I said that, and he groaned when I yanked down his suit and grabbed his cock in my fist. I pushed him back on the blanket, nuzzling his cock as I settled myself between his legs. I was hungry for him, but I made myself wait, teasing his balls with my tongue, rubbing the head of his cock with my thumb.
“Oh god, please,” he begged, looking down at me with half-closed eyes.
“Suck it, Ronnie. Suck my dick.”
I rubbed the tip over my lips, rolling my tongue slowly, wetly, around the head. He groaned, arching, toes curling, and I marveled how much he looked like Doc in that moment, and that less than twenty-four hours ago, his father’s cock had been in my mouth, too. The thought was blackly exciting.
Of course, I knew better than to spend too long with his cock in my mouth.
Not if I wanted to fuck him-and I did. My pussy was dripping and aching to be filled. I teased him for a few moments, then sucked him deep, all the way into my throat, and he marveled at it, lifting my hair out of the way so he could watch, his mouth half-open in astonished pleasure.
“I want your cock,” I breathed as I moved up to straddle him.
“Inside you?” Henry’s eyes went wide and I stopped, looking down at him, surprised. His cock was wet and throbbing in my hand, and I squeezed it gently, making him gasp.
“Haven’t you ever…?” I smiled down at him as I teased my clit with the head of his cock, biting my lip, trying to hold myself back.
He swallowed, shaking his head, his hands moving to grip my hips.
“Do you want to?” I asked, aiming him, the tip of his cock poised at the entrance of my pussy.
“Yeah,” he breathed, looking up at me, his palms moving up over my hips, my sides, cupping my breasts. “Yeah, put it in. Oh god, yeah. Please. Fuck me, Ronnie.”
I never would have taken him for a virgin, but there was no turning back now anyway. I needed his cock. I had to feel him inside of me. I slowly shifted my hips, letting the wet heat of my pussy slide down his shaft. Henry gasped, his eyes widening, then closing, lost in the sensation.
“Feel good?” I smiled as he opened his eyes, staring at me in wonder.
“Better than anything,” he agreed, already breathless, his hips moving up, experimenting, and he groaned. “You’re so wet… god, it’s sooo hot inside…”
“Nothing like your hand, is it?” I asked, teasing as I began to rock. He grabbed my hips, holding on, shaking his head.
“Oh god… so much fucking better…”
I knew he wouldn’t last long, and I wanted to come with him. I wanted to see his face when he came inside a woman for the first time-when he came inside me. I moved his hands to my breasts, showing him how to squeeze and tug at my nipples. He took the initiative and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me close and sucking them, first one, then the other.
“Oh Henry,” I moaned as his hips began to thrust, taking over the motion. I wasn’t fucking him anymore, he was fucking me-hard and fast and furious, slamming his cock deep. I let him, reaching down to rub my clit, feeding him the hard wet tips of my nipples, riding him, barely keeping my balance. We were both working for it, breath coming fast.
“Can I come?” He groaned and bit his lip. “Oh fuck, can I come? Can I come inside you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, rolling my hips on his cock, nudging my clit toward my own climax. “Do it, Henry, fill my pussy with your hot cum!” He growled and thrust up hard, gasping and shuddering underneath me. I felt his cock exploding, throbbing, and I cried out and bit his shoulder as I came, too, my pussy quivering around his shaft, hot, wet, deep spasms that sucked him in deep with every sweet clutch.