Hot & Sticky

He drops the boards and grabs me with both hands as we climb the stairs to his balcony. I moan into his mouth, and his hands are instantly yanking my wetsuit zipper down.

He peels off of my top, baring my breasts as he growls eagerly. His mouth descends on my nipples again, and I squeal in pleasure as his tongue swirls over them. He puts me down by the railing and spins me around, bending me over. I moan with excitement as he starts to yank the suit the rest of the way off, and when it peels over my bare ass, I shiver despite the heat of the day.

He tugs it down my legs and away, and then he stays right there, kneeling behind me. His big hands grip my ass, and I tremble as I feel his hot breath on my thighs.

“Oh fuck, West…” I moan in excitement.

He growls and leans in, and I cry out when his mouth suddenly presses between my legs. His tongue drags wetly over my eager pussy, and I squeal in pleasure. His fingers dig into my skin, and his tongue dances over my clit as he spreads me lewdly open for his eager mouth.

“Fuck, such a pretty little cunt.” His voice full of possessive lust. His filthy words have me moaning, and I wantonly push back against his tongue, eager for more. He pushes his tongue deep into me, and I moan my toes curl against the weathered wooden deck beneath them.

His tongue slides up, over my slit, parting my lips before it dances higher. He swirls the tip around my little asshole, and I cry out gutturally, lost in the filthy pleasure. West groans, pushing his tongue against my little hole, and the pleasure blazes through me.

He drags it down again to my clit, and this time, he sucks it between his lips. His fingers dig into me, and his growls rumble through me as his tongue mercilessly dances over my clit. I’m seeing double, my mouth slack and my body trembling as I cling to the railing for dear life.

He pushes me higher and higher, until suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. With a scream, I start to come, hard, wailing out my pleasure to the ocean as the gorgeous man behind me pins me to railing and drags the climax from my body.

I’m shuddering and shivering when he gently gives me one last lick and pulls away. I hear the sound of his zipper, and I turn and slide my fingers into his.

“Let me,” I whisper, in what I hope is a sultry tone. This is all new to me, and I want him to think I’m sexy, and know what I’m doing.

I take the zipper in my hands and tug it down slowly. More and more of his chiseled, perfect abs slide into view. Then a dark trail of hair from his navel, pointing lower. My pulse beats quicker, and my eyes drop to the huge bulge in his wetsuit. It’s not entirely visible, but good lord, the shape of what I can see through the wet black material is making my body ache.

I pull the wetsuit away from him and tug the zipper the rest of the way. His arms are already free, and I grab the rest of the suit and tug it down, dropping to my knees to help. And then, suddenly, the suit slips over his hips, and something enormous springs free.

There, on my knees, I look up, and my jaw about hits the ground. Because right in front of me, thick, hard, and swollen, is West’s huge erect cock. And it’s gorgeous.

“Oh my fuck,” I choke, breathless.

He’s big. He’s really big, actually. I think about leaning forward and just wrapping my lips around him. But he suddenly pulls me up and crushes his lips to mine. I sink against him, whimpering at the feel of his huge dick throbbing hot and hard against my tummy.

West scoops me into his arms and turns, carrying me into the house. He marches through a door into a small bedroom with a big bed and tosses me down across it. I moan as he stalks onto the bed after me, spreading my thighs and kneeling between them.

His hand wraps around his thick cock, and he groans as he looks me in the eye.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl,” he growls. He strokes, and I gasp when something hot and sticky drips onto me. I look down and moan when I see sticky white liquid dripping from his cock onto my tummy and my thighs.

“Are you…” I swallow, moaning softly. “Are you coming?”

He grins, but then his brow furrows.

“No?” He says curiously, “No, baby girl, that’s just pre—” he frowns, and suddenly he freezes as something like realization dawns on his face.

“Taylor…” he chokes, pulling back.

“No, wait, please,” I whisper. I reach for him, and I grab his hand in mine, stopping him from pulling away.

“Baby, are you…” he frowns with genuine concern, his eyes locking with mine.

“Have you done this before?”

I could lie. I’m sure plenty of girls have lied about sex for the first time. But I don’t want to with him. This isn’t just sex, with West. I see so much with him—a future, a dream I’ve always thought most people would think is silly.

But I don’t want to lie to him, so I don’t. And slowly, I shake my head.

“No,” I whisper.

West’s face tightens, but I know the look in his eyes isn’t anger or disappointment. In fact, it’s nothing but raw lust.