“Beautiful,” he whispers, one of his hands caressing my body, hip to chest, still holding me snug against him, surrounding me with his solid warmth.
I’m left feeling even more relaxed than I already was, as my body molds itself to him, eager for what’s next but also wonderfully content if he just keeps holding me like this.
His hands keep touching me, soothing and exploring, but avoiding my core, as if he knows his touch there would be too much right now. He strokes over my hip and my thighs, and when I become aware of his erection prodding the back of my thigh, I shift against him to feel it better.
My pussy throbs, greedy with need, even though it’s just been satisfied. The ocean breeze washes over me, teasing my hardened nipples, reminding me of my surroundings, when I’d been lost to everything except Troy and how our bodies feel pressed together.
“I want to make you come with my cock,” he says, his words a gentle rumble at my ear. “I want to be deep inside you and feel you throb all around me.”
Hard to believe he’s usually so quiet, because he has a lot to say now, and his words are driving me wild with need.
“Please fuck me,” I say, and when I turn toward him, his mouth finds mine, kissing me with an intensity that takes me by surprise. His tongue pushes in, finding mine, stroking it, making me whimper against his mouth.
There’s movement behind me as I lie in the glow of the setting sun, and then he pushes aside the small strip of fabric between my legs, not even bothering to pull my bikini down, too eager to be inside me.
He lifts my top leg, sliding his knee below it, and in one long, smooth, steady stroke, his cock pushes inside me, taking me by surprise with the way its thickness stretches me and with the depths it reaches. I gasp as he fills me more than I’ve ever been filled before.
“You okay?” he asks, his chin at my shoulder, his tone full of concern.
My head cradled on the inside of his arm, I nod. “I’m good. Really good.”
He lays a kiss on my shoulder blade, and with a hand splayed over my navel, pulls my hips closer to him. He stays buried deep inside me, letting my body adjust to his size.
When he starts to move inside me, pulling slowly back, pressing even more slowly in, he continues to kiss me — shoulder, neck, and back — and I’m nearly overwhelmed with the tenderness of his actions. We’ve only just met, and this was supposed to be about acting out a fantasy, but it all feels so intimate, more intimate than sex with Nick had felt for a long, long time.
Keeping me wrapped in his embrace, he fucks me slow and steady, his cock moving in and out of me with a delicious friction that’s nothing short of amazing. His fingers pluck at my nipples and when he pinches them, I squirm in his arms, shocked at the sensations quickly rising again from deep inside me.
He’s tuned in to my breath and my movements, and he tugs at my hardened peaks as he starts to pump into me with greater intensity and speed. “Come apart for me, Lorraine. Come all over my cock.”
I do as I’m told, because I couldn’t hold back if I tried. The walls of my pussy grip tightly around him, and my body goes tense in his arms, yet again.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Let go. Let it all go.”
It’s all such a surprise, how comfortable I am with him, how quickly my body responds to him, and how good he makes me feel, physically and emotionally. I cry out his name as I grip the blanket in my fist.
“You feel so good, Lorraine. So fucking good.”
He makes me feel special and beautiful, and I could nearly cry as my body lets go completely, wave after wave washing over me, sun and sky and sand all around me, and Troy keeping me steady in his strong arms.
“That’s it, that’s it …” He’s with me every step of the way, over every peak, down every valley, and through every aftershock that rocks my body. He keeps fucking me, his cock filling me so completely, and I’m gone. Best sex of my life, not even close.
My head is dizzy and my body is drunk on ecstasy, as Troy squeezes me to him, his lips resting against my shoulder. When I turn my head, he kisses me again, warm and tender this time, a cherry on top of the most delicious sundae in the world.
“Was it good?” he asks, though I know that he already knows the answer.
“The best.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have told him that. Me, so much older than him, having the best sex now, with this man who barely knows me, and who’s basically doing me a favor, showing me a little fun. But I don’t care if the admission makes me pitiful. I can’t be anything but honest with him right now.