Retreat
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I lifted an eyebrow at him and reached down to put my hands on the strong well of his pecs. I loved the way the light dusting of his chest hair felt under my palms.
“Your cock in my mouth is a game?” I was teasing him but I could see that he did look tired and his fleeting smile was gone.
“Sure, because once you get me off then I have to make sure I get you off even better and even longer. Then once I’ve recovered from having your mouth around my cock, I’ll fuck you until neither of us can see straight. I could get off just thinking about your mouth on my dick . . . in fact, I did. You were there for it.”
The image of him handling the pulsing cock I was perched over made my insides clench and my mouth water. He was the sexiest thing ever and he was mine for the taking.
“You want me to give you a goodnight kiss and leave you alone?” I figured he had more involved plans since he was the one who stripped me out of my clothes and woke me up with wandering hands and an impatient cock.
That smile that was brighter than the sun on a perfect day moved across his face. It was devastating. “No. I want you to climb on my cock and ride it hard and wild. Fuck me stupid and fuck me fast. I want you to turn us both inside out, and when you’re done then you can give me a goodnight kiss.” His hands squeezed the flesh at my hips and urged me lift up so that his tapered tip could run through folds that were already warm and wanting. I was slick and ready as his shaft glided through the valley and knocked into my anxious clit. The little tap made me jolt on top of him. He gave me a knowing smirk and repeated the motion until his cock was shiny and covered in the liquid desire rushing to meet him.
I clamped my knees to the side of his hips and reached between us to capture him, rising up enough that I could line him up with my entrance. His eyes watched me with hungry anticipation and I started to lower myself down the ridged shaft. I loved the way my body had to adjust to him. I knew he was there, that he was making a place for himself inside of me. The stretch felt hedonistic and erotic. It was another way he made me burn.
He wanted me to fuck him fast but I had to take my time getting him where we both wanted him to be. That glide down his erection felt like it took forever. Agonizing minutes while I clenched around him and squeezed him tight. When he was inside of me my body didn’t want him to go. I was trying to hold on and the torture of it made him sweat and had his chest rising and falling at a crazy rapid pace as he waited for me make my next move.
Perched on top of him, I leaned forward and put my lips on his as I began to do what he told me to do. I rode him hard and I rode him wild. I rocked my hips back and forth in a frenzied pace and lifted myself up and down in a rhythm that had us both breathing fast. I was leaning on his chest, fingers digging into muscles hard enough to leave marks in his dusky skin. My hair fell around us in curly copper waves that Cy seemed to love.
“So, fucking hot, Leo. I haven’t been this warm in years. You really are sunshine.”
His words made me move even faster and I tossed my head back as he hit a spot that I didn’t even know I had. I was trying to stay quiet so I swallowed a moan and had to bite the tip of my tongue when his hand was back at my breast while his other one moved to where we were joined. His thumb hit my clit with sniper-like precision and began to do a circular dance that had pleasure curling low at the base of my spine and spiraling outward in shivery waves.
“This pussy was made for me.” He said the words with confidence and assurance. Maybe he was right. No one filled it or made it feel as important and essential as he did. He made me hyperaware of how female I was next to all his masculinity. He also made me ridiculously aware of how powerful all that femininity was.
I put a hand over the bare nipple that he wasn’t tugging on and rubbed the soft point with a much lighter touch than he was using. The opposing stimulation had my head spinning and body spasming in delight. We were melting together, pooling into nothing more than puddles of passion and lust.
It was totally frantic and furious. The entire tent was moving around us and I couldn’t keep the soft noises of gratification from squeaking out. It was indulgent and gluttonous the way we took from each other. There wasn’t enough time or space for us to get everything we wanted but we made a valiant effort.
His hand left my aching breast and traveled up to my throat. He didn’t squeeze it like he did before. He simply put his thumb over my pulse and lightly brushed it. It was a soft touch, one I barely felt but it was a touch that spoke volumes. He was putting his hands on my heart in a very literal sense and getting off on the way he made it react with his body and his words. He pulled me closer so that his lips could feather across mine.
“So close, Sunshine. Give me all you got and break us both.” The veins on the side of his neck bulged and his eyes practically glowed silver in the dim morning light.
I didn’t want to break us. I wanted to fix us so that maybe there was a way for us to walk away from this fire unscathed instead of scarred.
I pulled away from his challenging tongue and nipping teeth. I arched my back and managed to get into a position where I could keep up my rise and descent and still reach behind me so I could snake a hand between his slightly spread legs. His eyebrows shot up as I worked my hand between the fabric still twined around his hips and got to the cushiony globes between his legs that were drawn tight with pleasure.
It only took a little caress, the slightest scrape of my nails over the sensitive surface to have him lose his mind. He snarled my name, wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled us so that he was over the top of me and pounding into me like he was trying to drive us both into the ground. Skin slapped together, pelvises hit hard enough to bruise, and my body went wet and loose as his kicked rock hard and ready.
“Your cock in my mouth is a game?” I was teasing him but I could see that he did look tired and his fleeting smile was gone.
“Sure, because once you get me off then I have to make sure I get you off even better and even longer. Then once I’ve recovered from having your mouth around my cock, I’ll fuck you until neither of us can see straight. I could get off just thinking about your mouth on my dick . . . in fact, I did. You were there for it.”
The image of him handling the pulsing cock I was perched over made my insides clench and my mouth water. He was the sexiest thing ever and he was mine for the taking.
“You want me to give you a goodnight kiss and leave you alone?” I figured he had more involved plans since he was the one who stripped me out of my clothes and woke me up with wandering hands and an impatient cock.
That smile that was brighter than the sun on a perfect day moved across his face. It was devastating. “No. I want you to climb on my cock and ride it hard and wild. Fuck me stupid and fuck me fast. I want you to turn us both inside out, and when you’re done then you can give me a goodnight kiss.” His hands squeezed the flesh at my hips and urged me lift up so that his tapered tip could run through folds that were already warm and wanting. I was slick and ready as his shaft glided through the valley and knocked into my anxious clit. The little tap made me jolt on top of him. He gave me a knowing smirk and repeated the motion until his cock was shiny and covered in the liquid desire rushing to meet him.
I clamped my knees to the side of his hips and reached between us to capture him, rising up enough that I could line him up with my entrance. His eyes watched me with hungry anticipation and I started to lower myself down the ridged shaft. I loved the way my body had to adjust to him. I knew he was there, that he was making a place for himself inside of me. The stretch felt hedonistic and erotic. It was another way he made me burn.
He wanted me to fuck him fast but I had to take my time getting him where we both wanted him to be. That glide down his erection felt like it took forever. Agonizing minutes while I clenched around him and squeezed him tight. When he was inside of me my body didn’t want him to go. I was trying to hold on and the torture of it made him sweat and had his chest rising and falling at a crazy rapid pace as he waited for me make my next move.
Perched on top of him, I leaned forward and put my lips on his as I began to do what he told me to do. I rode him hard and I rode him wild. I rocked my hips back and forth in a frenzied pace and lifted myself up and down in a rhythm that had us both breathing fast. I was leaning on his chest, fingers digging into muscles hard enough to leave marks in his dusky skin. My hair fell around us in curly copper waves that Cy seemed to love.
“So, fucking hot, Leo. I haven’t been this warm in years. You really are sunshine.”
His words made me move even faster and I tossed my head back as he hit a spot that I didn’t even know I had. I was trying to stay quiet so I swallowed a moan and had to bite the tip of my tongue when his hand was back at my breast while his other one moved to where we were joined. His thumb hit my clit with sniper-like precision and began to do a circular dance that had pleasure curling low at the base of my spine and spiraling outward in shivery waves.
“This pussy was made for me.” He said the words with confidence and assurance. Maybe he was right. No one filled it or made it feel as important and essential as he did. He made me hyperaware of how female I was next to all his masculinity. He also made me ridiculously aware of how powerful all that femininity was.
I put a hand over the bare nipple that he wasn’t tugging on and rubbed the soft point with a much lighter touch than he was using. The opposing stimulation had my head spinning and body spasming in delight. We were melting together, pooling into nothing more than puddles of passion and lust.
It was totally frantic and furious. The entire tent was moving around us and I couldn’t keep the soft noises of gratification from squeaking out. It was indulgent and gluttonous the way we took from each other. There wasn’t enough time or space for us to get everything we wanted but we made a valiant effort.
His hand left my aching breast and traveled up to my throat. He didn’t squeeze it like he did before. He simply put his thumb over my pulse and lightly brushed it. It was a soft touch, one I barely felt but it was a touch that spoke volumes. He was putting his hands on my heart in a very literal sense and getting off on the way he made it react with his body and his words. He pulled me closer so that his lips could feather across mine.
“So close, Sunshine. Give me all you got and break us both.” The veins on the side of his neck bulged and his eyes practically glowed silver in the dim morning light.
I didn’t want to break us. I wanted to fix us so that maybe there was a way for us to walk away from this fire unscathed instead of scarred.
I pulled away from his challenging tongue and nipping teeth. I arched my back and managed to get into a position where I could keep up my rise and descent and still reach behind me so I could snake a hand between his slightly spread legs. His eyebrows shot up as I worked my hand between the fabric still twined around his hips and got to the cushiony globes between his legs that were drawn tight with pleasure.
It only took a little caress, the slightest scrape of my nails over the sensitive surface to have him lose his mind. He snarled my name, wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled us so that he was over the top of me and pounding into me like he was trying to drive us both into the ground. Skin slapped together, pelvises hit hard enough to bruise, and my body went wet and loose as his kicked rock hard and ready.
