It’s the middle of the day (already making me feel decadent about a roll in the hay!) and I’m fresh from the shower, my sun kissed skin sensitised: from exposure to the tropical heat but slightly moistened from the aftersun I’ve rubbed in.  Admittedly, while I rubbed the fragranced lotion into the tops of my thighs, around my buttocks and near to the lips of my pussy I had to exert steely willpower not to let slick fingers glide into my moist depths.  The burning sun had beat down on my mons all morning like a super trouper spotlight, whilst my book, with it’s cat and mouse BDSM theme, had my pulse beating deep in my core.

I was ready for him, Oh God was I ready, and I set out the toys within easy reach on the big white altar of a hotel bed.  He lay there, eyes twinkling with anticipation, his muscled arms looking strong and capable as he watched my preparations.

“I like this,” he smiled, stroking the lapel of the white waffle dressing gown.  

Our eyes met, while his hand snaked between the lapels and tweaked my nipple.  My instinct was to duck away (why? Cos usually we’re in a rush/ have others in the house) but today I sat still, allowing him access.  This was our time, nobody would interrupt us and sex was surely on the agenda!  The french doors were open, floor length curtains blowing lazily in the breeze, and 8 floors up, the gentle crash of the waves on the sandy shore made a white noise backdrop.

I shucked off the robe and commenced licking at his member, it was semi-hard already so I watched in fascination as the ministrations of my tongue and lips made it taut and elongated.  He smelt fresh and clean, recently showered, leg and chest hair retaining moisture in their curls.  I sucked and tugged at the flap of foreskin that cradled the head of his glans, there would be no looseness to play with once he grew to full size, but while I could I teased it, hearing sighs of satisfaction above my head.

Circular tin of arousal balm in hand, I teased and tickled his pink nipples with the grease and gently blew on them, letting its menthol component shrink them to stiff, sensitive points.  Back to his cock and balls, I licked and sucked, nibbling my exploratory way around the entire region.  Even I didn’t know when I would be lustily sucking or teasingly nipping!  It’s a cat and mouse game we both loved and he was groaning as I sank my mouth over him, drawing his full length into the cavern of my mouth while reaching up with both hands to tweak and twist at his nipples.

It’s hard to concentrate on doing both things well, so 80{7babff1cb67f4c599261226f7da183dd7e6378d19ac0860006c40c7c9ce73ebf} of effort went into giving him head, while nipple stimulation was a bit haphazard, but he likes it rough so tugging is good!  I love the feeling of his hot meat filling my throat and I could feel my own moisture gathering.  As I parted my legs to straddle his pelvis, the air against my opening pussy felt shockingly cool.  I settled my heated folds onto his penis, pressing him down, teasing my clit against him while I focused fully on his aureola.

Suck, nibble and pull – my teeth and mouth made tiny movements to torture the darkened flesh.  I sucked at him, imagining I was pulling at my own nipples, sending sparks of fire radiating out from the tissues, a hot-line of sensation to his groin (I hoped).  Fixing my lips wide around one nipple I pulled hard,  I wanted to feel it drawing into my mouth, filling it.  I tried to drag blood into the tiny area, to make it tingle and ache, heavy with need for the fucking we would both enjoy.

He groaned.  “Don’t stop.”  Trust me, I wouldn’t!

I reached out for the little black anal plug, coating its surface with lube. In my spread position over his thighs, my pussy slick with my own cream, it slipped easily in place and I enjoyed the sensation, the invasion, the pressure.  I felt like his dirty whore, I wanted to fill all my holes, only one had been neglected so far!  So I raised myself on my knees, letting his cock spring up firm and eager.  It’s head was purpled with lust, its girth coated with my juices and my pussy clenched at the sheer joy of knowing that I was welcoming it home.  I reached one hand behind me to hold the itty bitty butt plug in place before centring his cock at my entrance then sinking down in a rushing, satisfying thrust.

Speared, impaled on his manhood – I paused to feel the full joy, the shocks and throbs as he stretched and filled me.  This was our first foray into dual penetration and the pleasure was not to be rushed.  I opened my eyes to see him looking up at me, trust, anticipation and lust all transmitted in his gaze.  I commenced the sinking and raising motion – reminiscent of a merry go round pony, but oh the pleasure from that slippery pole!  Reaching back to hold the plug in place it was almost as if I was holding myself together, while the climax built swiftly, intensely.  My heated clitoris was engorged and rubbing, my sphincter muscles were throbbing and bouncing my pleasure back on itself and before I knew it I was cumming, and he was groaning.  We exploded, bursting our pleasure against each other’s, our climaxes simultaneous, they washed over us in waves.  I kept moving but my bobbing became less frenzied, I watched my breasts swaying and looked down at my pelvis, still joined with his, oozing globs of our emissions.

I dismounted and rolled to the side, I hadn’t remembered to set out tissues and I would have to fetch them from the bathroom, but not just yet … my legs were made of jelly!




This post was inspired by the prompt “Lust” 
for this week’s #WickedWednesday 
Do visit to see what others have submitted for this meme.

Comments (5)

  1. Reply

    Mmm could feel the heat! Very sexy – I love men's nipples. I was intrigued to see you mentioning holding the butt plug in place, I thought I was the only one who struggled to keep the darn thing in!
    Indie xx

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