Or was it fucking?
I couldn’t tell the difference, right now. It was animalistic, yet sensual.
He grunted, thrust, and dug his fingers into the meat of my ass cheek, and warm, salty air caressed the naked skin on my shoulders and the backs of my legs.
“I love it,” I whispered. “It feels so g-good.” The last word came out as a whimper, higher pitched than I’d intended.
He whacked my ass cheek, and I gasped from the mix of pleasure and pain. If anything, I grew wetter.
“Christ, you’re so fucking delicious,” he said. “So fucking tight and wet. I’ve got to taste you.”
“Me?”
His answer was to step away, removing the friggin’ center point of my universe, at the moment – his dick.
“No, Bain, I want it.”
He ignored me and took two handfuls of my ass. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my back arched, and the yellow sun dress rumpled around my waist and gasped.
Bain suckled on one ass cheek, kissed the round supple slope, then transferred to the other one. He slapped it, gently. “Gorgeous booty. Shaped like a fucking peach.”
I swallowed. No one had ever told me that before, and god, I loved it. Every second of this was bliss.
“What are you –?”
He bent, and his tongue probed my slit, found the button of pleasure that drove me through the fucking roof. He suckled on it, noisily and slipped two fingers into my cunt.
“Oh, my god,” I howled.
He spanked my ass again. “Quiet,” he said, around a mouthful of me. He ate noisily, messily, dragging his tongue up and down my lips, back to my clit, to my opening, only to slip his fingers out and replace them with his tongue.
It was slick inside me, strong, fucking muscular, and my eyes rolled back in my head; my jaw dropped.
I convulsed, almost blacked out, couldn’t get enough air fast enough.
“That’s it,” he said and slipped back to my clit again. “Such a wet cunt, so fucking hot. You taste good, Hazel. You taste fucking delicious. I could eat you all day.” He gave my clit an open-mouthed kiss, then forced two fingers into my hole, still gaping from his dick.
He worked them back and forth, matching it with his tongue. Took me higher, higher, higher…
“I can’t. I’m going to –”
“Come for me,” he said, in between luscious, full licks. “Come on my fingers, and then I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
I obeyed and collapsed against the rock, pulsed and groaned around his fingers, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
Flashes of nature, of the wet schmack of his fingers inside me, and an image of his face, that crooked nose, enigmatic smile. All of it combined into the perfect moment.
He stood behind me again and entered me in a single thrust.
“Oh, god.” I bit back a howl.
“Good girl,” he said and stroked a hand down my spine, over the dress and to my hip. He reached around and tapped my clit.
I yelped.
“Keep it down and I’ll give you whatever you want. What is it?” Bain asked, such a deep rumble, so full and fucking masculine. A man. Had I ever truly been with a man before?
No. Not truly. Not like this.
“I want –” I cut off at the rustle of leaves to our left. I whipped my head around, heart beating fast, but there was no one there. Nothing but quiet palms and shade, leaves leading to sand.
“You want what?” he asked. “What do you want, baby?”
“Y-your cum,” I managed.
Bain huffed a breath, then redoubled his pace, entering me in swift, sure strokes over and over again, so hard, so fast that my breasts brushed against the stone and I streaked toward ecstasy all over again. Too soon. I was too sensitive.
A rolling wave crashed over me again in time with the lapping of water on the shore.
“Yes, fuck,” he grunted.
My pussy tightened around him, milked him for every drop, and he gave it all. Gave me all he had, in four long bursts. “Fuck,” he said, again.
“So good,” I replied, through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Bain stayed in me for a little longer, leaned forward, braced his palm against the rock and kissed my shoulder. “You’re amazing,” he said. “Gorgeous. Perfect. I’ve run out of words to describe you. I couldn’t if I tried.”
He didn’t have to. I felt like all those things with him. That was huge, in more ways than one.
Bain pulled out of me, achingly slow, still pulsing, then dragged me upright and spun me around in his arms. He hugged me to his chest and brushed hot lips against my forehead. “What are you doing tonight?”
“It’s the wedding tonight,” I said. “I have to go. I’m a bridesmaid.”
He tugged the dress down over my ass cheeks, then rearranged the straps of my dress, gently each time. “The wedding, huh?”