She pulled the packets out of his jeans and tucked them under one of the pillows, then returned to her task, dragging his boxer briefs down over his erection, which sprang eagerly free.
His body was beautiful, long, lean and masculine, dominating the bed. She felt strangely moved by the trust she had in him not to abuse his power.
“There’s a problem, Chris.”
“What is it?” She echoed his whisper, even though they could probably shout and no one would hear them.
“Only one of us is naked.”
“Hmm.” She kissed the tip of his penis, then took the first inch slowly into her mouth and let it back out. “What do you suggest?”
“Take your clothes off for me.”
She took him in between her lips again, farther this time, loving the way he reacted with a sharp breath, his hands making fists against the white sheets but his body keeping still.
After a minute or two of tormenting him with her mouth, she let him go and knelt next to him, drawing her top up and over her head, hoping to torment him in a different way. Under it she wore a lacy black bra that earned a murmur of masculine approval, which encouraged her. She reached behind her to unhook it, and with a start realized she had no worries about the size and shape of her breasts, or whether Zac would find them too small, too pointed, too whatever.
Chris was enjoying this fling so much. No anxiety, no worries about whether she was right for him or he for her, just here I am, here you are, let’s do this.
The bra slid off. Zac’s cock jumped. “Mmm, Chris, you are so hot.”
Her confidence grew even more. She slid her knit pants down her hips, sat on the bed to kick them off, then knelt back on the mattress, watching him enjoy the sight of her breasts, then drop his gaze expectantly to her panties.
She let him wait until he looked up questioningly and caught her sly smile.
Mistake.
Growling, he lunged and yanked down her panties, toppled her over and dragged them off, tossing them over his shoulder onto the sand.
Then his hands clamped on her hips and he lowered his face until it hovered between her legs, abruptly silencing her shrieks and giggles.
Oh, my.
The cool breeze blew over her, the waves rolled in, the heater whirred.
At the first touch of his tongue Chris nearly lifted off the bed. The warm, wet strokes were doubly intense after she’d been lying wide-open to the chill of the night air. Taking her cue from him, she relaxed instead of straining her hips to his mouth as her body was begging her to do, allowing him to control the process.
Within minutes she discovered that not moving allowed her to concentrate minutely on the intimate movements of his tongue, on the slippery wetness and the skillfully varying strokes and pressures.
His fingers joined his tongue, spreading her labia, allowing him to travel down and around, painting her fully.
Chris moaned and lifted her head, let it drop, clutching at the sheets, on the verge of going over again. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to come twice, now she was barely able to hold back.
“Zac.”
“Mmm?”
“Not now. Not yet. I want to come with you inside me.”
“You will.” He thrust a finger up into her, closing his lips over her clitoris and sucking hard. Chris gave a choked yell and a second orgasm swept her, lifting her to a burning peak for one long, nearly unbearably intense moment before the sensation burst and spread, leaving her convulsing under Zac’s mouth, her internal muscles squeezing around his finger.
Eventually, she recovered sufficiently to speak again, between still-fast breaths. “Oh. My. Gosh.”
He kissed her clitoris lingeringly, nuzzled the inside of each thigh, then kissed his way up her stomach. “You liked that?”
“Um. Yes?” She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “But we have another problem now.”
“What’s that?” He lay next to her, propped up on his elbow, hand possessively on her stomach, his erection poking her side.
“I’m ahead by two.”
His deep chuckle delighted her. “Yeah, I’m pretty pissed off about that.”
“I don’t blame you.” She slid her hand surreptitiously under the pillow, looking for a condom. “It’s greedy of me.”