He drew her hair back from her face, coiling the long strands around his hand. She glided forward, taking his shaft deeper into her warmth. Then her head bobbed back and forth, his hand gliding with her. She tucked her hands under his balls and caressed. He moaned at the delightful sensation. He drew her head forward and she opened wide, taking him deeper. Amazingly deep.
She squeezed him in her mouth and he groaned.
“Oh, damn. I’m so fucking close.”
Her hand tightened on his balls, gently, and she glided off his cock.
“Then come. Right now.” She covered his cockhead and wrapped her hot mouth tight around it. She sucked as her fingers stroked behind his testicles.
He burst in her mouth, groaning out loud at the exquisite release. She stroked his exposed shaft as she continued to suck him.
Finally, he collapsed back on the bike, his cock still protruding from her mouth. She glided off his tip and smiled.
* * *
Janine gazed at Sloan’s slumped form. God, it was hot watching him come. Feeling him erupt in her mouth.
He drew in a deep breath, then smiled broadly. “Now it’s your turn.”
She gazed at his wilted cock. “It doesn’t look like you’re quite ready.” She dragged her fingers over her slick folds, longing for his hard erection inside her.
He leaned forward and stroked his hands over her breasts, still slick from the sunscreen. He cupped them with his big hands and caressed, sending tingles through her, then dragged his fingertips over her nipples. Her insides melted with intense desire. He leaned closer and captured one hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue teased over the tip, then he sucked. She moaned at the sharp sensation. She wrapped her hands around his head, her fingers forking through his hair, and she pulled him tight to her breast. He teased and cajoled her hard bud with his tongue. Then he sucked again and she cried out.
He chuckled, then continued to lick her nipple as he dragged one hand down her stomach, then over her folds. He glided over her clit and electric bursts pulsed across her nerve endings. His fingers stroked her slit then slid inside. Her pelvis arched upward and she squeezed him, longing for something longer and thicker than his fingers.
She gazed at his semierect cock with longing. She swung her leg over the bike and leaned over it, her breasts tucked over the side of the driver’s seat. She opened her legs and stroked her round behind.
Sloan took her hint and climbed off the bike, then stood behind her.
“Wow. What a beautiful view.”
His hands joined hers, caressing her behind. He glided between her cheeks and down, stroking her slit. She sucked in a deep breath and cupped her breasts, then stroked them, tweaking the nipples as he found her clit and teased it.
“Oh, God, Sloan. I want you inside me.”
He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I love hearing you say that.”
His fingers glided into her, then she felt hard flesh nudge against her.
“God, Sloan, if that’s your cock, drive it into me. Right now.”
An agony of pleasure ripped through her as he drove deep into her in one sudden thrust, his broad cock stretching her wide. She wailed at the intensity of his sublime invasion.
“Ohhh … yes. Fuck me now. Deep and hard.”
He drew back, the ridge of his cockhead stroking her insides. She quivered. He drove forward again and she moaned. He drew back.
“Sloan … yes … Please fuck me faster.”
He thrust deep, then kept on thrusting. Faster and faster. She sucked in air, then wailed as pleasure burst through her in an intense wave. His cock plunged into her over and over. She gasped, then cried out again. And again. He exploded inside her, catapulting her into ecstasy.
Finally, she collapsed on the bike, Sloan’s body pressed tight to hers, both of them gasping for air.
She pushed away loose strands of hair from her face. “That was incredibly hot,” she panted.
“You’re not kidding.” He nuzzled her neck, then kissed her temple.
Her heart melted at the incredibly tender gesture. He was so sweet. So … loving.