Ol-liv-i-a.
I arch my back again. “With great difficulty,” I whisper as I stare up at him. I can feel my sex as it throbs. Aching…
“You’re making it very hard for me to behave,” he mutters as his hand slides underneath my bikini top once more. My nipple peaks with excitement, and he rolls it between his fingertips.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper.
“Maybe I need to take you home.”
“Maybe you do.”
He leans down and his lips take mine. His tongue slowly slides through my mouth with just the right amount of pressure.
Fuck.
I could come. Just from his kiss, I could come.
We kiss again, this time with more urgency, and he leans over so I can feel his erection against my hip.
I want to drive him wild. I want to drive him wild in public.
Game on.
“Let’s go swimming,” I breathe. I stand and pull him to his feet with one hand. The tip of his cock is peeking over the top of his shorts. It’s pink, broad, and holy fucking shit, I’ve never seen anything so per
fect. Unable to help it, I smile and kiss him as I tuck him back in. My libido hits fever pitch. She begins to warm up, knowing that a marathon is on its way.
Enrico and I walk down to the water. The beach is nearly empty with only a few people swimming down the other end. We wade in up to our necks. The water is fresh and salty, and Rico takes me into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. My hands roam up and over his broad shoulders as we float. I can feel every muscle on his cut body. We kiss softly, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
I’m like a feather in his arms.
Our kiss turns desperate as he grinds my sex onto his swollen cock.
I can’t hear, I can’t see. I can only feel him and his magical body beneath my hands.
Unable to help it, I reach down and slide the front of his shorts down. I want to feel him. I want to feel what I’m about to have.
He’s large. My hand hardly fits around him, and I can feel every vein on his engorged length. My insides clench, and I whimper in appreciation.
He falls still, and we stare at each other as I slowly stroke him.
“Don’t come until I say so,” I breathe.
He smiles darkly as if amused by my request. “You trying to top from the bottom, baby.”
I pull him hard, and his eyes close as he almost loses his footing. “From where I’m standing Rico, it’s you that’s trying to top from the bottom.”
He chuckles and pumps my hand hard. His eyes flicker with a level of arousal that I’ve never seen in a man before. “I’ll come when I’m fucking ready,” he growls.
My insides begin to liquefy. Holy fucking fuck. He’s off-the-hook hot.
We get into a rhythm; I pull, he pumps. Our lips are locked, and I don’t know if anyone is watching us or what we look like from land, but I don’t care.
I want this. I want to blow Rico Ferrara’s mind in the Mediterranean Sea.
His eyes are closed, and his hands fall limp on my hips. I know he’s close. He can’t function. His breathing is ragged, and he keeps pumping in an orgasm-induced stupor. I smile against his lips, proud of myself. Who knew I was capable of being this wild and spontaneous? I reach down with my other hand to cups his balls. I bring them up as I tighten my grip on his cock.
He shudders with a moan. I stroke him hard again, and his eyes flicker.