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Tessa gasped as he boldly scooped her breast out of the shallow bikini top, then bent his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Her hands drifted up to dangle in his still-damp hair, pulling his head closer as his tongue laved the taut apricot peak. She made a little sound of surprise when he easily unfastened the top, and tossed it aside carelessly, cupping both breasts in his hands.
“Your tits look sexier than ever now that they’re tanned the same shade as the rest of your gorgeous body,” he rasped, rubbing his heavily stubbled cheek against her breast. It had been a good three days since he’d last shaved, and he knew he would leave whisker burn on her tender flesh. But Tessa never minded, never complained, and he sensed she actually cherished the marks, as though he’d branded her in some way.
She ran a hand down his bare chest until she reached his crotch, and gave his pulsing erection a squeeze. “As I recall,” she whispered, “I’m not the only one who’s got an all over tan right now.”
Ian groaned as her words conjured up the erotic image of Tessa carefully applying sunscreen to his private parts before one of their nude sunbathing sessions. He’d happily returned the favor by rubbing the SPF 50 very, very well into the skin of her breasts and ass. It was small wonder, he thought hazily, that he’d spent more than half of their time here on Virgin Gorda finding different ways - and places - in which to consummate their marriage.
His lips moved down between her breasts, past the soft curve of her belly, as his hands pulled the lilac briefs from her body. She’d had a bikini wax a few days before the wedding, but had left the rest of her pubic hair alone, the way she knew he preferred it. He pulled her closer to the edge of the chaise lounge, until her legs were hanging off the sides, and his head was at a perfect angle to run his tongue along her glistening pink slit.
“You’re wet,” he scolded lightly, slowly inserting one, then two fingers inside of her tight pussy. “Were you having a naughty dream just now, darling? Is that why you’re already so aroused?”
Tessa whimpered as his fingers pressed down on an extra sensitive spot. “I’m always aroused when you’re nearby,” she whispered raggedly. “Always wet. Sometimes just the sound of your voice is enough to excite me. And the moment you touch me, it’s all I crave, all I want.”
Ian made a sound deep in his throat that was part growl, part groan. “Then we’re even, love, because I crave you constantly. Even after I’ve just come inside of this sweet, hot body, I’m hard again because it’s never enough to satisfy me for very long. Open for me now, Tessa.”
She complied instantly, spreading her thighs wider as he buried his head between them. One at a time, he draped her legs over his neck, giving him easier access to her body. At the first flicker of his tongue against her clitoris, she flinched, her pelvis lifting off the padded chaise. He sucked on the tiny little nub as he resumed the pumping motion of his fingers in and out of her vagina, growing a little harder as Tessa grew wetter, hotter, and the moans arising from her throat became full blown cries of pleasure.
“Please,” she begged, her hips bucking up and down frantically. “Oh, God, Ian, please, I beg you. Make me come now.”
He lifted his head, gazing up at her as she writhed in the throes of passion, her whole body quivering in arousal. “How sweetly you beg,” he purred. “Almost as sweet as you taste. Tell me, love, how shall I make you come? With my hand?” He thrust three fingers inside of her this time, as deep as he could go, while rasping his thumb over her clit. “Or with my mouth?” He bent his head, running his tongue around her outer labia before plunging it inside of her slit.
Tessa was gasping for breath by now, her head tossing to and fro on the chaise cushion. “I - I don’t care!” she cried out wildly. “Just do it! Please!”
Ian laughed softly, seductively. “My greedy girl. You can’t decide because you want both, don’t you? My hand and my mouth. Very well then.”
He increased the tempo as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, slick body, while his tongue flicked over and around her clit in rapid circles. He felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal muscles clamp around his fingers, signaling her release, as her legs wrapped around his neck. And even as she climaxed wildly against the combined efforts of his hand and mouth, he kept at her, licking, sucking, nuzzling his nose against the sweet musky scent of her body.
Her limbs went slack then, her legs slipping from around his neck to rest limply against the chaise lounge. And when he scooped her up into his arms, she nestled her head weakly against his shoulder as he carried her back to the bed that the hotel staff had just made up barely an hour ago.
Ian yanked his swim trunks off before joining her on the enormous, king-sized platform bed, wrapping her in his arms as he brushed damp, tangled locks of blonde hair from her flushed face.
She pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply, and tasting the muskiness of her own body on his lips. It seemed to take mere seconds before she was once again moaning with need, her leg hooking around his buttocks as she rubbed herself against his thick, hard cock.
He bit down gently on her earlobe before trailing his tongue down the side of her neck. “You little wanton,” he murmured huskily. “I just gave you an orgasm - a very, very good one, from the sounds of it - and you’re already craving another one.”
“It’s your fault,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ve got me hooked, like an addict, to a point where all I can think about is being with you. And if you weren’t so amazing at this, if you didn’t make me feel like the earth was moving every single time you make love to me, then I wouldn’t need you this way. So since you’ve become my addiction, Mr. Gregson, I think it’s only right that you feed it as often as possible.”
Her husky, breathy confession, coupled with the dazed, slumberous look in her half-shut blue eyes, only served to make him harder, caused his own breath to hitch in his throat as he stared down at the delectably carnal sight she made - her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight, the inside of her thighs still slick from the attention of his lips and tongue.
“You’re not the only one who’s addicted, Mrs. Gregson” he growled, grabbing one of the pillows neatly arranged against the headboard. “And I’m craving another fix right now myself. Fortunately, as we were getting ready for the wedding, Colin was generous enough to share a few new, ah, moves with me. Like this one.”
“Your tits look sexier than ever now that they’re tanned the same shade as the rest of your gorgeous body,” he rasped, rubbing his heavily stubbled cheek against her breast. It had been a good three days since he’d last shaved, and he knew he would leave whisker burn on her tender flesh. But Tessa never minded, never complained, and he sensed she actually cherished the marks, as though he’d branded her in some way.
She ran a hand down his bare chest until she reached his crotch, and gave his pulsing erection a squeeze. “As I recall,” she whispered, “I’m not the only one who’s got an all over tan right now.”
Ian groaned as her words conjured up the erotic image of Tessa carefully applying sunscreen to his private parts before one of their nude sunbathing sessions. He’d happily returned the favor by rubbing the SPF 50 very, very well into the skin of her breasts and ass. It was small wonder, he thought hazily, that he’d spent more than half of their time here on Virgin Gorda finding different ways - and places - in which to consummate their marriage.
His lips moved down between her breasts, past the soft curve of her belly, as his hands pulled the lilac briefs from her body. She’d had a bikini wax a few days before the wedding, but had left the rest of her pubic hair alone, the way she knew he preferred it. He pulled her closer to the edge of the chaise lounge, until her legs were hanging off the sides, and his head was at a perfect angle to run his tongue along her glistening pink slit.
“You’re wet,” he scolded lightly, slowly inserting one, then two fingers inside of her tight pussy. “Were you having a naughty dream just now, darling? Is that why you’re already so aroused?”
Tessa whimpered as his fingers pressed down on an extra sensitive spot. “I’m always aroused when you’re nearby,” she whispered raggedly. “Always wet. Sometimes just the sound of your voice is enough to excite me. And the moment you touch me, it’s all I crave, all I want.”
Ian made a sound deep in his throat that was part growl, part groan. “Then we’re even, love, because I crave you constantly. Even after I’ve just come inside of this sweet, hot body, I’m hard again because it’s never enough to satisfy me for very long. Open for me now, Tessa.”
She complied instantly, spreading her thighs wider as he buried his head between them. One at a time, he draped her legs over his neck, giving him easier access to her body. At the first flicker of his tongue against her clitoris, she flinched, her pelvis lifting off the padded chaise. He sucked on the tiny little nub as he resumed the pumping motion of his fingers in and out of her vagina, growing a little harder as Tessa grew wetter, hotter, and the moans arising from her throat became full blown cries of pleasure.
“Please,” she begged, her hips bucking up and down frantically. “Oh, God, Ian, please, I beg you. Make me come now.”
He lifted his head, gazing up at her as she writhed in the throes of passion, her whole body quivering in arousal. “How sweetly you beg,” he purred. “Almost as sweet as you taste. Tell me, love, how shall I make you come? With my hand?” He thrust three fingers inside of her this time, as deep as he could go, while rasping his thumb over her clit. “Or with my mouth?” He bent his head, running his tongue around her outer labia before plunging it inside of her slit.
Tessa was gasping for breath by now, her head tossing to and fro on the chaise cushion. “I - I don’t care!” she cried out wildly. “Just do it! Please!”
Ian laughed softly, seductively. “My greedy girl. You can’t decide because you want both, don’t you? My hand and my mouth. Very well then.”
He increased the tempo as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, slick body, while his tongue flicked over and around her clit in rapid circles. He felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal muscles clamp around his fingers, signaling her release, as her legs wrapped around his neck. And even as she climaxed wildly against the combined efforts of his hand and mouth, he kept at her, licking, sucking, nuzzling his nose against the sweet musky scent of her body.
Her limbs went slack then, her legs slipping from around his neck to rest limply against the chaise lounge. And when he scooped her up into his arms, she nestled her head weakly against his shoulder as he carried her back to the bed that the hotel staff had just made up barely an hour ago.
Ian yanked his swim trunks off before joining her on the enormous, king-sized platform bed, wrapping her in his arms as he brushed damp, tangled locks of blonde hair from her flushed face.
She pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply, and tasting the muskiness of her own body on his lips. It seemed to take mere seconds before she was once again moaning with need, her leg hooking around his buttocks as she rubbed herself against his thick, hard cock.
He bit down gently on her earlobe before trailing his tongue down the side of her neck. “You little wanton,” he murmured huskily. “I just gave you an orgasm - a very, very good one, from the sounds of it - and you’re already craving another one.”
“It’s your fault,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ve got me hooked, like an addict, to a point where all I can think about is being with you. And if you weren’t so amazing at this, if you didn’t make me feel like the earth was moving every single time you make love to me, then I wouldn’t need you this way. So since you’ve become my addiction, Mr. Gregson, I think it’s only right that you feed it as often as possible.”
Her husky, breathy confession, coupled with the dazed, slumberous look in her half-shut blue eyes, only served to make him harder, caused his own breath to hitch in his throat as he stared down at the delectably carnal sight she made - her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight, the inside of her thighs still slick from the attention of his lips and tongue.
“You’re not the only one who’s addicted, Mrs. Gregson” he growled, grabbing one of the pillows neatly arranged against the headboard. “And I’m craving another fix right now myself. Fortunately, as we were getting ready for the wedding, Colin was generous enough to share a few new, ah, moves with me. Like this one.”
