Damn it, I know I’m contradicting myself but you would too if you saw the fine ass specimen in front of me. Good grief.
“I’ll get into the water first and I promise not to look at you when you come in,” he said.
I nodded, words not ready to come out of my mouth with my jaw stuck to the sand.
He turned and dropped his underwear, revealing the nicest ass I’ve ever seen…then…and to this very day. It had muscles and dimples and…I’m getting hot just thinking about it again.
He jogged into the ocean. I couldn’t see the front of him, but my mind went to the thought of his cock bouncing up and down as he made his way to the water. He splashed in, his strong back flexing before he dove into the water.
“Awooo!” he howled. “It feels great!”
I’m really going to do this aren’t I?
I sure was. I looked around once more to ensure I was the only person within viewing distance. I looked back at the trees and imagined bird watchers checking the shore for seagulls and finding my naked pussy in view.
Did bird watchers bother with seagulls? Imagine them trying to find my shaven twat in one of their bird books.
Twat. What a funny word. I don’t think I’ve ever used that one before. It’s not quite as rude sounding as cunt. Twat has kind of a cuteness to it don’t you think? Look son, we’ve finally spotted the wide-beaked, red-feathered Twat. Ha!
The trees were empty. The beach was vacant to both sides. Far off I thought I saw people dancing in front of the flames of the festivities but it was too far to tell for sure.
“My eyes are closed!” Valentino yelled.
I stood, shook my head, rolled my eyes, threw a mini internal fit, then lifted my dress over my head and dropped it on the ground next to Valentino’s clothes.
I hesitated before removing my bra. He promised he’d keep his eyes closed but still…I wondered if he could see me if he decided to cheat. I couldn’t really see him. I unclasped my bra and got goosebumps as the cool night air blew against my warm breasts. It felt great. Free.
I turned my back to the ocean and pulled down my panties, kicking them into the pile. I don’t know why I turned my back, as I was soon facing the ocean anyway, holding my arm over my breasts and a hand between my legs as I jogged to the water.
I didn’t splash in or do the Olympic-swimmer dive the way Valentino had. Instead, I entered like a newborn calf, weak in the knees, shaking, and as nervous as could be.
The water was warm, like a bath that was hot to begin with but had cooled down a bit as I sipped my wine. Once I reached the water I wanted to sink down into it and hide.
Valentino finally opened his eyes and made his way over to me, taking me by the hand, and pulling me out a little farther. Once we were deep enough to barely touch the ground, he turned to face me, the moonlight washing over his wet face and hitting the beads of water…and I shit you not…he sparkled.
Hmm.
“Come here,” he said.
And I did.
I reached out to him and rose up on my toes like a ballet dancer trying to find the floor below. The feel of his hard chest against the softness of mine was perfect. My nipples were hard, not from the lukewarm temperature of the water, but from the breeze. My erect nipples grazed his chest, sending chills down my spine. He kissed me again.
I wrapped my legs around him, using his body to keep me afloat. He moved his mouth to my neck and let his tongue circle my collarbone before moving up to my earlobe. My breath picked up and I felt my chest rising and falling against his.
“Uh,” a soft moan escaped my lips as he bit lightly at my earlobe.
“Te voy a comer toda,” he whispered in my ear.
I didn’t know what it meant, but I repeated it over and over again in my head. It sounded so sexy. I looked it up later and it means, “I am going to eat all of you.”
At the time, without knowing what it meant, I just said, “Yes.” It seemed like the right thing to say as I had no intention of telling this man no about anything.
He bent lower and pulled my right breast up out of the water as he dipped down to meet it, letting salt water enter his mouth with my nipple. His mouth was even warmer than the water and I gasped again.
He sucked on me a little too roughly but the discomfort was okay for the time being. I didn’t want him to stop. I reached down and found his cock beneath me. It was hard, it was huge, and it was right there, maybe an inch from my swollen pussy. All it would take was a short drop and he’d be plunging it inside me.
He tapped my leg.
“I want to try something,” he said.
He removed my legs from his waist and turned me around so that my back was to his chest. He put his right hand around me and found my clit while his left hand reached around to my breasts. I spread my legs a little, hoping to find his cock between my legs, but it wasn’t quite there.
He turned my face to meet his and kissed me again while his hands rubbed my clit and breasts. The way he cradled me in his arms…it was like I was being smothered in love.
It was romantic and erotic and such a fucking turn on.
I lowered my hand to his and joined him in touching me, guiding him to the right spot. I wanted to feel his finger inside of me. Actually I wanted to feel much more inside of me.
Just give me your cock please. Just slide it between my legs. Let me feel it.
He pushed forward and I felt it, his rock hard cock, wet and long nudging against my ass. I reached back and found the head and palmed it, stroking the vein beneath the head.
“Ohm,” he moaned.
I wanted to stroke him good but I couldn’t reach, so I pulled his hands away and turned around to face him. But he was gone.
Then I felt him.
He was under water, his face pressed against my pussy. It was so weird but so incredible at the same time. Without sight, I could only enjoy the feeling of him.
I felt his tongue against my clit. At least I think it was his tongue. It circled me and then what felt like his lips clamped down against me.
He was eating me underwater.
He tongued me fast and I think he bit me. His hands gripped my ass and pulled my swollen pussy lips into his mouth where he shook his face from side to side.
He let go and came up for air but before I could say anything he was back down.
It tickled. He was doing something different.
Are those bubbles? Is he blowing bubbles at my pussy?
He was. That’s exactly what he was doing and you know what? It felt great.
He came up for air again and I laughed.
“You’re crazy,” I said.
And he was back down. This time he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, planting me on his mouth.
My body fell back into the water. I went under for a second thinking this probably wasn’t what he had planned. I reached the surface and floated on my back, coughing and spitting out water.
He spread open my legs, put one hand on my back to assist me, and then buried his face in my pussy again.
I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, reached down to him, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face harder into me.
He put my clit into his mouth and sucked on it while wiggling his tongue against it and it burned so good. Fuck it was hot. My face went underwater as I tried to lift my pussy up into his face.
I could hear him lapping me up. The sound of his slurping against my pussy, trying to taste me through the salt water, was driving me crazy.
“Oh my God,” I cried out.
I wanted to come. Already. My legs twitched and he didn’t stop. His mouth devoured me. And then it was too late. I was going to come.
Yes, I need to come.
Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes, if you stop right now I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you. Yes…
I came and I closed my legs so hard that I think I might have hurt his face. It was involuntary. They just clenched closed. He adjusted, palmed my ass and went at it ag
ain, twirling his tongue over my clit, helping me ride the wave of ecstasy that was flowing out.
I kept coming.
His tongue touched my button and each time it flicked at my clit my legs shook. I started to go under water again as I reached for his head, forgetting I was floating in the fucking ocean.
The warm water washed over my face and all I could think was…
I fucking love Mexico.
Valentino didn’t let me drown for long. He scooped me up and brought me back to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rested my forehead against his shoulder. I was completely drained.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
I just laughed. I couldn’t even answer that absurd question. Did I like it? Holy shit I loved it!
Before I had the chance to answer him, I felt the head of his cock at the door to my pussy, pressing hard against it. He wanted to fuck me. This wasn’t an accidental nudge. He had one hand on my waist and the other between his legs, bracing himself, pointing himself in the right direction.
“You want me?” I asked in his ear.
He didn’t need to answer. I felt his answer. The head of his cock was huge and it took a lot of pressure to get it through. My mouth opened in a silent cry as the pain was more than I expected. I bit down on his shoulder.
Once my pussy opened up to it, it just rose right up into me.
I whimpered. It hurt but felt so good at the same time.
I wanted more. I needed more.
I gripped his armpits and pushed down, helping him sink his cock inside of me. It hurt. It was too much, too sudden, but I fought through it and a few seconds later I just felt pleasure.
Each time he pulled out a little and thrust back in, I felt the warm salt water trying to enter with him. His cock was warm too, and was heating up inside of me as my hot pussy devoured him whole.
Every time he entered me I felt a hunger being staved off. He was filling me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and let him do the pushing.
He gripped my waist and floated me up and down, up and down.
It was good, but something about it wasn’t enough. I needed him to have leverage to be able to really pound me. I’d been craving his dick for two days and I just wanted him to fuck me like I needed to be fucked. Like I deserved to be fucked.
“Take me out to the sand,” I said.
“What? You don’t like?”
“Of course I like it. I want to feel you out there too.”
I want you to fuck me on dry land dammit.
We swam for the shore and I had no qualms about following him out of the water. My sex drive had taken over and I just wanted to finish what we’d started. I didn’t give a shit if he saw me naked anymore.
The beach was empty and as he led me out of the water and over to our spot on the rocks, I looked down to see he’d started to soften. Too much time spent between fucking and swimming.
I shoved him down on one of the rocks, dropped to my knees, and grabbed his cock in my fist. I looked up at his face. His wet hair was no longer slicked back. It dangled in front of his eyes making him look even sexier than he had earlier in the evening.
He looked wild…untamed…unbelievable.
He was a naked, muscular, foreign stud and he was sitting right in front of me with his dick in my grip.
He grinned at me and it was like he was silently begging me to take him in my mouth. So I did. It was still huge even when not all the way erect.
I felt my mouth fill with his stiffening member. It touched everything from the roof of my mouth to the back of my throat.
I breathed through my nose and enjoyed the taste of his salt water coated cock.
First I let my lips slide slowly up and down his shaft. Then I brought my fist into the mix and started pumping up and down as I took as much of him into my mouth as possible.
Valentino gripped the rock next to him and looked up at the sky as I sucked him. I moved my hand up and down along his shaft, feeling him stiffen in my grip, his cock growing to the size I’d come to love in the water.
He was so smooth and long. I felt the vein against my tongue and it turned me on even more. I lowered my mouth down around him, loving the feel of his slick skin between my lips. I let my teeth scrape him a little and when they did, he lifted his ass up off the rock.
I gripped his ass in my hands and pulled, stretching his asshole open as I worked his cock. I thought he might scream. Instead he just moaned and gripped my hair.
I moved to the head, licking around it, pursing my lips against it, putting pressure against his sensitive skin. I rocked, pulling everything to the tip of his cock.
I wasn’t in this to suck his dick though. It was too late for foreplay. I just needed him hard enough to finish what he’d started. And he was.
I got up, climbed on top of him, planted my bare feet down on the rock, and sat on him. This time there was no slow entry. I just wanted to fuck.
You know how it is, right? Sometimes you want slow, romantic sex…and sometimes you just want the pain and fury that comes with sudden entry. You just want to feel a cock shove its way inside.
This was one of those times.
I lowered my pussy onto his cock and took it all in.
“Ohhhh fuuuck,” I moaned as he entered me. I didn’t even mean to say it. It just came out. Then again. “Ohhhh shit. Ohh fuck. Yes.”
I was so wet that it just slid in without any effort. It was too big and I almost couldn’t take it all. He pressed up, driving himself into me and I slapped his chest. I didn’t mean to, but it was too aggressive and it hurt.
He got the message and calmed down. But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to drive into me like he’d just done.
Too aggressive is great sometimes.
I grabbed his hair, a handful of it.
“Don’t you dare calm down,” I warned him. “Fuck me like you want to hurt me.”
I felt one arm wrap around my waist and saw the other grip the edge of the rock beneath his ass. Then he shoved upward, spearing me, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I screamed.
I screamed.
I screamed again.
And I laughed.
Then I was the aggressor. I felt possessed. I just wanted this guy to keep fucking me. I wanted every inch of his cock buried inside of me. I gripped the back of his neck in one hand and his shoulder with the other, put my forehead against his, and rode him vigorously.
I bucked my hips and slid forward and backward, feeling my clit rub against his wet and curly pubic hair. My clit was so sensitive already that I felt that jolt go through my system again, my legs twitching as I continued to ride his cock.
I scratched his chest and brought blood. The searing pain set in and he paid me back by grabbing my waist with both hands this time. He stood up from the rock, his cock still shoved into me, and carried me. He squatted down and popped out of me.
Oh no, please.
He didn’t leave me yearning for long. He put my back on the sand, spread my legs open, and plunged himself back into me, all the way in.
“Ayyy,” I cried out.
I opened my legs as wide as they could go. It wasn’t wide enough. I put one leg over his shoulder.
Oh God. He was in so deep.
He was out…breathe.
He was in…fuuuck!
He was out…breathe.
He was in…ooooh fuck!
I cried out again and again and again as he drove himself between my legs. I’d never been so loud during sex. It felt so fucking good.
It was that sex that makes you talk in syllables. You know the kind.
Yes…
Keep…
Fuck…
Ing…
Me…
Damn…
It…
Val…
En…
Teeeee…
Noooo!
He hit a pace that I couldn’t keep up with. I was losing steam and he just pump
ed faster and faster, pushing me into the sand.
He leaned back and closed his eyes as he fucked me. The moon hit him and he looked glorious, like a foreign stranger about to howl at the moon and transform into a werewolf while inside of me.
The light shone off his sweaty chest. His eyes were squinted shut and his mouth wore a crooked grin. And he just kept driving in and out.
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