His hands roamed all over my goose-pimpled skin, making me forget our conversation.
“No underwear is fucking sexy as hell too,” he said, bending down and sucking on my nipple while fondling my breasts.
“I thought you were going surfing,” I said, struggling to speak.
“Oh, there’s time for that. And the surf’s gone a little flat. Not like you. You curvy minx.”
He waltzed me to his bed. “On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
I didn’t normally like a bossy tone, but where sex was concerned, it proved to be one big clit-burning turn-on.
He parted my thighs and placed his tongue on my throbbing bud, making me tremble.
After he’d drained an orgasm out of me, he asked me to lie on the bed and open my legs wide.
“I need to see your wet pussy.”
Cum trickled down my inner thigh. Lachlan’s dick was red hot and hitting his navel. His eyes were heavy with lust, and his lips glistened from feasting on me.
He held his big dick and drove it in, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck, you feel hot,” he said, sounding tormented.
He thrust in deeply then moved in and out, building up speed and intensity as we held on to each other.
I released my gripping muscles and took off. A wave of engulfing heat grew just like his deep, ferocious thrusts.
Lachlan’s breathing was ragged as his mouth landed on mine. His sweaty body pressed against mine, and his scent of cologne, sex, and the sea seeped into me.
The harder and faster he plowed into me, the louder his groans grew.
He growled like a beast as he shot deeply into me.
Then we fell onto our backs and lay waiting for our senses to return.
Lachlan turned and smiled at me. He stroked my cheek affectionately then kissed me sweetly. “You feel amazing.”
“And so do you.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” he asked, resting his ear on his palm.
“A little. But it’s very primal.”
He ran his hand over my body and kneaded my butt. “I love this ass against my balls.”
“I’m not into ass fucking,” I said.
“I should hope not.” He smirked.
“I mean not having it done to me, silly.”
“I’m not into anal. I like pussies.”
“Pussies?”
“I mean your pussy.” His fingers crept up my thigh, and I winced as he touched my clit. “Too sensitive?”
I nodded. “I only just had three orgasms.”