Four Beautiful Letters (Desire Island 4)

As she washed his cock and balls, he groaned and took a step back. “Slow down, sexy girl. Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

“Works for me,” she said with a saucy grin.

As they left the bathroom, Nick could hear the fucking cell phone again. “Excuse me a sec,” he said. He strode into the living room, grabbed the phone and flicked it to silent without even looking at the screen.

Returning to the bedroom, he took a moment to admire Sophia, who lay naked on the bed, her skin pink and damp from the shower, her nipples fully erect against the mounds of her breasts.

Dropping the towel he’d wrapped around his waist, he lunged for her with a guttural growl.

~*~

Sophia held out her arms, pulling Nick over her. She loved the heavy feel of his body draped over hers. His cock was hard between them, trapped against her thigh. They kissed for several long, lovely minutes, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Her cunt ached to be filled, but she wanted to take her time. She wanted, somehow, to give him as much pleasure and satisfaction as he had given her during that intense scene.

Turning her face to break the kiss, she pushed at his shoulders. “Lie on your back,” she whispered against his neck. “I want to suck your gorgeous cock.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, but what man did? He rolled from her and lay on his back beside her, his erect shaft bobbing in the air like a divining rod.

Sophia scooted between his legs and crouched. She cradled his heavy balls in one hand as she lowered her mouth in a slow, seductive tease over him.

He moaned as she drew her lips along his length. She suckled him, using her tongue and throat muscles until he moaned again. Then she lifted her head slowly, releasing his shaft by inches until she held only the head between her lips. She watched his face as she teased the head of his cock and drew her tongue along its slit.

He stared back at her with a dark, intense gaze, his lips softly parted. Reaching for her, he placed his hand on her head and slowly, sexily, forced her mouth down over his cock until she again took him to the hilt.

He entwined his fingers in her hair, twisting a handful and tugging lightly. Using her hair, he pulled her head up until his shaft nearly fell from her lips. Then he pressed her down again, controlling her movements until her nose was pressed against his pubic bone, his cock lodged deep in her throat.

She’d planned to take control, but he’d once again asserted his dominance. And she loved it. She adored the sense of erotic helplessness as he forced her head up and down over his cock. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed.

All at once, he pushed her away and flipped her onto her back. Climbing over her, he reached for her wrists. Pulling her arms up, he pinned them to the mattress as he forced her legs apart with his thigh.

Then his cock was at her entrance. She groaned, arching her hips to take him inside. “Yes,” she begged, barely aware she was speaking. “Yes, yes, yes…”

When he entered her, her cunt spasmed around his cock in a paroxysm of pleasure. He moved in a sensual circle inside her, the head of his cock catching that sweet spot as he swiveled. She moaned, straining against his grip on her wrists, delighted that she couldn’t escape.

He brought her to the edge of a climax and then, all at once, stilled. “Not yet,” he murmured throatily in her ear. “We’re going to take our time.” Lifting his head, he sought her mouth with his. His lips were soft and warm over hers, his tongue insistent. They kissed for a long while, his cock still hard as steel inside her.

Eventually, he pulled away and stared down at her with a look of such tenderness it took her breath away. Letting go of one of her wrists, he stroked her hair from her face. “Sophia,” he murmured. “I…”

He didn’t finish the thought, instead lowering his head again to kiss her mouth as he again reached for her free wrist, pinning it once more to the bed. He moved inside her, thrusting hard, his skin hot against her. His cock was again stroking her sweet spot from the inside out and this time he didn’t stop when she tensed and trembled beneath him, balanced on the edge of a climax.

“Oh, god, oh, god,” she cried as tremors of pleasure racked her body.

Letting go of her wrists, he slid his hands beneath her and rolled to his back, taking her with him, his cock still buried deep inside.

She lifted herself into a sitting position astride his hips, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. He reached for her breasts, cupping them. Then his fingers found her nipples. He rolled them, each sensual caress making her nerve endings sing with pleasure. Then he twisted sharply, the erotic pain shooting directly to her cunt, which spasmed around his shaft.