 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
“No, not hero!”
My left hand reaches under your hips pulling you close and tight to me, my right hand between your legs, sliding your bikini bottom to the side, my ring and index fingers touch either side of your pussy, opening you slightly, as you feel the salt water enter you slightly as my middle finger eases up and into you. Bending to follow your inner wall as it hooks up to press against you.
A struggling “what doooo….” Forms on your lips as your breathing catches and what was once surprising now becomes wanted.
My finger pushes deeper into you, keeping that pressure as your nerve endings fire at the deep touch.
“I’m going to kiss you, and I expect to be kissed back!”
I lean in half way to your lips as you think for a moment, then meet my lips at speed with an urgency. No soft playful kissing, this is a raw open mouth, kiss that leaves you hungry wanting more. Teeth and biting lips and tongues, fighting over which way our heads lean, your tongue pressing against mine, as my two other fingers tuck in and ease into you, as you take a little more water.
I pull back slightly so my forehead touches yours as I watch you bite your lip, a look that teases and wants more.
The short motion of my three fingers inside you, very focused, rubbing your G-spot as the palm of my hand has to rub your clit. All the time the added pulsing of the water moves inside you adding a different sensation. My hand behind you keeps you close as your legs hold over my hips, your breasts squeezed and squashed between us.
My hand moves even more intensely as I am going to force you to cum, if anyone looks they just see two people embracing, I know I’m getting to you, your breathing, your beating heart pounding, then the tension as your legs tighten, your body tightens. In that state of tension, I keep rubbing hard and fast, keeping you in that state for a long as I can. “I’m not done yet!” Confident and purposeful in my words.
As you start to come down, I gently take my fingers out of you, taking both my hands out of the water, as you keep your head out of the deep water, by using your thighs tightly bound around my hips.
My hands pull down the straps over your shoulder, pulling your cups down under your breasts. Before reaching down into the water to open my fly fronted swim shorts that easily allows me to unzip myself to take out my cock.
With my firm hold, I reach around and pull you over and down my cock. My hands both slip to your hips, pulling you up and down, forwards and back, putting you where I need you. Giving myself the enjoyment I need, making sure I selfishly get the sensations that I need.
In my head, I press that mental switch, filling my own head with thoughts of cumming inside you, cumming in this woman whose not mine. But I’m going to, that’s the trigger, the connection to my loins that causes the buildup inside of me. Feeling the cum start to move up my shaft, the way my cock pulses as I get so close to releasing. You tighten your grip, you can sense it as I hold you the deepest yet, my cock twitching as you feel me tense this time. My cum and the cold salt water all moving inside you.
As that enjoyable orgasm, I allow myself to slide out of you, putting my cock back into my shorts, zipping up my flies before moving back into the shallow waters.
My hands reach up between us both to feel your breasts before guiding your arms through your straps to cover you back up. Your bikini bottoms, snap back into place.
“Thank you, that was fun!”
You don’t respond, “a good swim, time to get out.”
I let you down and start to make my way out of the water up the beach, towards the hotel. Pausing briefly to wash the sand off my feet at the cool shower.
I watch as you do the same, no further words shared as your man is back on the sun bed still on his phone to someone.
I walk past him, picking up my towel to dry off, I watch as you sit on your bed, he pauses his rant on the phone to ask where you’d been.
I hear you say, “I’d been for a swim in the sea”
I hear him reply “oh…” as I’ve picked up my towel and walked away, whilst you were distracted.
As I make my way up the curved path to the hotel, I see you look around to see where I’d gone, but you don’t see me. The ignored beauty, satiated! |
