She blushed, still a little shocked at the blunt way he spoke of sex. But she wanted that too, and she said so. He quickly pushed her legs open, looking at her pussy.
He took a minute to spread her open, just running his fingers over her slick entrance. “You’re gorgeous here too,” he said.
She wriggled, embarrassed, but he kept looking. He finally moved down, putting his face between her legs. He licked over her clit, then covered it with his mouth and sucked, while at the same time pushing his finger into her pussy.
She nearly went into orbit. “Derek!” she screamed, grabbing at his thick hair.
She’d never felt anything like that before in her life. He kept going, moving his fingers in and out of her wet channel, picking up speed as he flicked his tongue over her clit. “I can’t take it!”
“You can take it,” he said. “You’re going to come.”
He was right. She came, and then he started all over again. He pulled his finger out, and this time he licked over her entrance, tasting her everywhere. Then he pushed his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it. She had another orgasm after that.
He pushed three fingers in, stretching her, and then he was sucking on her clit again. After the third climax, she was a limp heap on the rocks, and he still hadn’t come. She rolled to her side, running her hand over his throbbing erection.
“I want to taste you too,” she said. “But I’m too tired to move.”
He smoothed her hair back. “Take a nap. I can wait.”
She dozed, and she woke up refreshed. Derek was awake, and he was watching her. His big cock was still hard, which was good, because it meant she’d get the opportunity to take him into her mouth.
She sat up, gently running her fingers over his length. He hissed. “I’m close,” he said. “I’ve already taken care of this once while you slept.”
Her stomach fluttered. She would have liked to have seen that. Maybe she’d be able to watch him take himself in hand another time.
He stood up and pulled her up with him, guiding her to a shaded area that had a mossy covering. He sat on a rock, and she knelt between his legs. “I’ve never done this before,” she said.
His eyes darkened. “Then I’m glad to be your first.”
She licked her lips and moved forward, pressing her tongue against his cock.
He moaned. “Oh my God. It won’t take much.”
She got braver, now that she knew he was easy to please. She opened her mouth and took his cock in, and actually tried to suck it.
He tangled his hand in her hair. “Lord, Kyra. I need to fuck your mouth. But we’ll save that for next time.”
She could tell he was making a huge effort to hold himself still, which she appreciated, but she kind of wanted to see him let loose and just go for it.
“You could do that,” she said.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Hold still then.” He put his hands on either side of her face and then he began to move, thrusting his cock in and out.
She moaned, enjoying the feel of him inside her mouth. All too soon, he was pulling out. He grabbed his pants and yanked a condom from his wallet, pulling it on. “I need to be inside you.”
Suddenly, he was behind her, flipping her over so her hands were flat against the rock. He held onto her waist, and then he was pushing his cock into her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding rapidly into her pussy as he rubbed one hand over her rounded backside. She liked the feel of his big strong body behind her.
He buried his face in her neck, shouting her name as he crashed over the edge. “Dammit, Kyra. You’re going to kill me.”
She couldn’t think about how that could be taken literally. She wasn’t prepared for anything to happen to him, not today, maybe not ever.
But she was on a tropical island. For once in her life, maybe she could take a small break from thinking about the fucking mission.
She stretched out on the rocks again, lying in the sun, and listened to the hot shifter she was with describe in detail how he was going to make her come again and again and again.