by V.K. Sykes
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Could there be anything more perfect than this night?
Holly luxuriated in the feel of Nate’s hot mouth tickling and caressing her foot. No man had every played with her like this before, and it turned her on more than she’d have thought possible.
She sighed and draped her arms over her head. A night in a magical place with the sexiest man she had ever known, a man who seemed to hunger for her as much as she did for him. Her body throbbed, eager to leap ahead, but she also wanted the magic to last forever.
Nate gave her foot one last nuzzle and then put it down gently. Seductively, Holly slowly drew both legs up, bending them at her knees. The movement made her dress fall back and pool up around her hips. The resulting little growl from Nate made her smile with satisfaction.
Kneeling between her legs, he carefully set himself down on his right side and began to gently stroke the inside of her thigh, following each caress with a hot, moist kiss on her sensitive skin. She shivered, but even in the uncertain light of the half moon she could tell he favored his shoulder.
“Be careful,” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt yourself.”
Nate nibbled her thigh, making her giggle at the tickling sensation.
“Don’t worry about me, sweet stuff. Just enjoy,” he rumbled in a sexy voice.
She decided to let him have his way, letting her body go boneless on the blanket. His teasing mouth moved higher on her thigh, and his hand slid under her bottom, kneading her with a hard, possessive grip. Arousal weakened her limbs, and a surge of hot moisture dampened her silk panties. Nate inhaled deeply and pushed the scrap of fabric aside, slowly inserting two big fingers and stretching open her tender folds. Her belly tightened as he reached deep inside.
She moaned as he stroked her delicate inner flesh, already slick and hot with need. He gave a low, husky laugh, massaging her with leisurely, maddening strokes. Holly tilted her hips, opening herself up and breathlessly urging him to do more, do something. Instead, he just kept up the teasing, probing strokes, obviously determined to drive her out of her mind.
“Nate,” she warned through clenched teeth, trying to keep her voice down.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he purred. “Don’t you like this?” He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, then used her moisture to circle her clit with a light, feathering touch. The hard little bud throbbed like crazy, and she wanted to weep with frustration. A choked sob finally broke from her throat and she arched her back, reaching for a hard, fast climax.
Laughing softly, he bent and his tongue gently, oh-so-gently, sought out her clit. He licked and sucked the sensitive nub, applying just the right pressure until she cried out, her voice breaking the stillness of the night. “Oh, God, yes, yes. Oh, Nate, that’s so good.”
Holly was panting now, her skin misting damp in the humid sea air. Every part of her body that Nate touched zinged with sexual energy. His tongue played on her clit and pushed between her moisture-drenched folds, making her squirm. His big hands kneaded and shaped her ass, lifting her to his suckling mouth. He greedily devoured her, driving her wild with a firestorm of sensation. All too soon, she felt the tiny inner muscles ripple with impending orgasm. Nate’s wicked tongue would make her come very soon, but she wanted him inside when it happened.
And she also wanted to give him what he was giving her.
“Baby,” she gasped, reaching down and stroking his head with trembling fingers, “Let me do it for you. I really want to taste.”
Nate raised his head and stared at her, his eyes glittering and untamed in the uncertain moonlight reflecting off the water. He pulled in a deep breath and gave a sharp nod.
“Lie down, right where you are,” she whispered.
He did, carefully avoiding any pressure on his left shoulder. When he’d stretched out fully on his back, Holly knelt between his long, muscled legs, her eyes locked on to the massive bulge that strained against the fine wool of his suit. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she quickly undid his belt and lowered his zipper. She eased his pants down around his hips, revealing his white briefs. His long, thick cock pushed out the top, while his heavy testicles bulged out the bottom.
She leaned down and kissed the head of his cock, licking away the drop of fluid that already glistened there. Nate moaned deep in his throat. She lowered the briefs, releasing his shaft—jutting thick and long and so, so hard. How did it ever fit inside her? But it did, and perfectly. And deep inside her was exactly where she wanted all that beautiful male flesh to be.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she lowered her mouth over the engorged head, taking in as much as she could in one smooth motion. Nate’s hips jerked in surprise as she hummed with satisfaction. When he settled, she caressed his balls as she sucked on him.
“My God,” he managed to groan. “Baby, that’s unreal.”
Holly raised her eyes and oh-so-slowly drew her mouth back almost the full length, gripping the base of his cock in the ring of her fingers. Her heart thudded with excitement, and with the joy of pleasuring him so completely.
Nate had raised himself slightly on one elbow, peering down at her. He licked his lips and groaned when she swallowed his cock again, working it deeper down her throat. The taste—hot and musky, all male—drove her wild, and slickness creamed between her thighs. She loved doing this to him, pulling and sucking on him until he threw his head back and arched his strong spine. One leg drew up beside her head, and she rested against it as she worked her mouth up and down his length.
When he uttered a loud moan she glanced up. His face was contorted with an agonized lust, and he fisted the blanket in his hands. She held back a shaky laugh, thrilled that she could drive him so easily to the edge. Nate personified power and discipline, and yet she was clearly driving him insane. Giving the man she loved such pleasure, using her mouth, her hands, and her body to make him lose control, filled her with joy.
Again and again, she pulled back until the rosy head almost slipped out from between her lips, then plunged down on the shaft once more, her wet mouth gliding smoothly down his thick shaft. Then she would come off him for a tantalizing moment, just long enough to run her tongue around the base of the head and give the small slit a lick, before taking his cock again fully into her mouth.
Nate groaned and writhed beneath her, his hips coming off the blanket. She stroked his balls gently as she sucked him, feeling them tighten under her touch. She knew it wouldn’t be long now until he was ready to climax, and she wanted that explosion to be in her.
Holly lifted her mouth from him and clenched his straining cock in her fist. She pumped it twice, then held it straight as she straddled his hips.
“Holly, wait!” Nate jerked beneath her. “There’s a condom in my pocket.”
“Quick,” she moaned, as she rubbed herself along his shaft. She gasped, pressing her clit hard against his erection as he fumbled to pull the foil packet from his pocket. Delicious little spasms rippled from her womb. She could barely hold herself back.
She grabbed the packet from his hands. “Let me help you,” she panted.
Ripping open the foil, she rolled the ribbed latex down over as much of his length as it would cover. God, he was so big she got even wetter just looking at him. With a whimper of intense satisfaction, she finally sank down onto him. His cock stretched her more than she thought possible, so thick and hot and wonderful that it made her cry out.
He gave an answering growl. “God, Holly, you’re fantastic.” He reached up and pulled her head down to his, taking her in a ravenously deep kiss that stole her breath. Gasping, she broke free, bracing her hands on his chest. With urgent, rough motions, he pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and found the zipper. The dress fell down, pooling around her hips.
“Take your bra off,” he panted. “I want to see your gorgeous tits.”
Oh, God. His sexy voice almost made her come on the spot, her body moving on him instinctively. He grabbed her hips, holding
her still.
“Not yet, baby. Not till I see you,” he rasped.
Moaning, she clutched behind her back and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and flinging it without a care as to where it landed.
“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
His smile looked feral and hungry, and she felt a thrilling, almost nervous shock race across her exposed flesh. He reached for her with both hands, running his thumbs over her stiff nipples and then gave them each a hard little squeeze. Holly shuddered for a second on the edge between pleasure and pain, riding his big cock while he massaged her breasts.
Again and again he tweaked and pulled at the rigid peaks, torturing them with delicious agony. She gazed down at him, captured by the intensity in his dark eyes. Helplessly caught, all she could do was rock against him, losing herself in the tantalizing friction of wet heat and need.
Finally, Nate slid his hands to her hips, holding her still. Then he lifted himself up enough to take one breast in his mouth. He sucked on it deeply and she cried out again, feeling the sensation in her womb. He answered with a deep, rumbling noise as he licked a circle around the pebbled, aching point. Her nipples had never been so hard, or her breasts so heavy with aching need. She arched her back as the thick base of his shaft rubbed against her clit, sending her even deeper into mindless pleasure.
But not totally mindless. This time, she was on top. She was in control. Tonight the game belonged to her, and she loved every second of it.
Holly put a hand on his chest—beautifully muscled and slick with sweat—and gently pushed him back down to the blanket. With a knowing smile, he let her, but then propped his good arm behind his head so he could gaze down at their joined bodies. Playing to it, she slid up and down on the shaft, slowly rolling her hips. From the look on his face, the sight of his cock spearing through her wet curls and into her soft flesh was driving him crazy with lust.
As crazy as it was driving her.
Each time she slid down on him, his cock felt harder. Impossibly hard. Every nerve in her body fired in an exquisite fusillade of passion. He grasped her hips, pushing her down as he strained for even more contact.
She threw her head back, staring up at the stars and the moon as she rode her man. The soft sea air slid over her skin, gentling and caressing, a stark contrast to the driving passion beneath her. She peered down at him, feeling wild and as free as she’d ever felt—physically, emotionally, sexually. Free to do whatever she wanted, thanks to what had been unleashed between them on this cloaking, magical night.
Teasingly, she slipped her hands across her breasts to play with her nipples. Moaning with pleasure, she tweaked and stroked them, sensing how much he liked that.
“Fuck, baby, that’s hot,” Nate panted. “You’re making me so crazy I’m gonna come.”
She gave a breathless laugh and pressed down, groin to groin, rubbing her clit on his shaft. Nate groaned and rolled his head from side to side. She recognized that sign. It meant he was about to explode.
Holding herself still, Holly squeezed her delicate inner muscles and Nate began to shudder. He stiffened and thrust up, momentarily lifting them both off the blanket. Then he came hard, his fingers digging into her hips and holding her tight.
One last thrust from him sent her tumbling over the edge. She cried out his name, mindless as the orgasm rocked her senses. Her joyous cries echoed off the deserted, silent dunes as she contracted around him in luxurious spasms. It seemed to go on forever until she collapsed on his chest and lay there panting, feeling like she’d melted into the hard surfaces of his body. She clung to him, his cock still stiff and deep inside her, her face gently riding his chest up and down as breathing gradually returned to normal.
After several wonderful, silent minutes with their bodies joined, Nate finally stirred under her.
“Holly, that was completely amazing. So amazing that I’d say it calls for a toast.”
Mercy. She’d completely forgotten about the wine.
Holly lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his eyes. In the dim moonlight she could see they were wide open and full of mischief.
“There’s only one problem,” she said. “We’d have to move. Couldn’t we stay here forever, with you inside me, just like this?”
“I’d love nothing better,” he said with a chuckle, “but there’d be hell to pay with the joggers and their dogs in the morning.”
“We could just throw the blanket over us and ignore them. But I guess we’ve already taken enough chances for one night, haven’t we? Did you see anybody walking by on the beach while we were, uh, distracted?” Now that she was coming down from her sexual high, she was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. Had she really made that much noise? Out here in the open?
“Not a soul. But, hell, I’m not sure I’d have noticed if a busload of tourists drove past snapping pictures.”
Holly giggled. “Well, I’m glad I had your full attention.”
“That’s one way to put it.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Now, where are those wine glasses? That workout made me thirsty.”
She rolled off him and began to pull her clothes together, a task which turned out to be more complicated than she’d envisioned. The moon was partially hidden now by clouds, and the beach had turned even darker than when they’d arrived. The little flashlight came in handy at that point, and she finally located her bra in a thick patch of sea oats ten feet away.
She only vaguely remembered hurling it aside.
While she was searching with the flashlight, Nate scrabbled around in the dark and found the two glasses. He blew the sand off and then started to uncork the wine, cursing genially at the darkness. Holly grabbed the bra and turned the flashlight beam toward the bottle so he could see what he was doing.
The glow lit his upper body and face. It seemed strange to see him kneeling there in the sand, totally comfortable in his designer suit, barefoot and with his shirt hanging open to his waist. Strange but wonderful, and her heart contracted with a painful intensity. Nate was a beautiful man, if someone that strong and ripped and totally manly could indeed be called beautiful.
Handsome, funny, smart, and he treated her like a princess. Or a goddess. No wonder she’d fallen for him so fast and so hard.
Throwing her an easy smile, he handed over a glass and then filled hers before his own.
“To more nights like this,” he toasted.
“Thousands more.” Holly smiled, clinking her glass against his.
Please, God. Let it be so.