Orgasmic flight to Fiji
by Rebecca Lerwill
© 2008, Rebecca Lerwill
Chapter 4 (Conclusion)
The hot stream massaged the tired muscles of her neck. She had been in this shower already too long and was wondering if he might think that she’d changed her mind. Quickly, she rinsed her hair and turned the water off. She couldn’t help but wonder what he might be doing.
As she stepped out of the shower she paused and listened, but couldn’t hear a thing. The oversized towels were luxuriously soft, and she wrapped one around her body and used a second one to dry off her hair.
A quick look into the large crystal mirror showed a glow on her cheeks that wasn’t just inflicted by the hot water. Excitement hovered in her lower belly like a swarm of bumble bees, but Lucy was a little nervous, as well. After all, she hadn't known this guy longer than a few hours.
That didn’t prevent you from being naughty, did it?
She smiled. The experience thirty thousand feet above the Pacific sure was the most intense one she’d had in a long time, if not ever. If he was capable of sending her through the roof like this with just the touch of his hand, she couldn’t wait for him to be inside her… deep… fast… ruthless.
Another wave of lust rippled through her and she walked through the door. First her attention fell onto the king-sized bed. Someone had folded the white linen back and strewn a few red petals of a tropical flower over them. The curtains were drawn and she let her eyes sweep the semi darkness. There was no sight of Mark and she wondered where he could be.
“Feel better?”
She jumped when, unexpectedly, his low voice came from the opposite corner. He was comfortably sprawled out on a cushy chair, naked, with just a towel around his narrow hips.
“Yes, much better.” Her gaze grazed over him. He was well built and his body was as hard as he’d looked in his suit. The dim light played shadows over his neck and defined shoulders, and one bicep was inked with a good-sized tattoo. The way he was sitting there, motionless, calm, and very confident, reminded Lucy of a predator cat: patiently lingering before its silent attack.
She noticed a few drops of moisture glistering in the dark curls just below his navel. Hot damn! She had to swallow. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears when she asked, “Did you take a shower in your room?”
“No. I went downstairs and took a quick swim. It seemed like you needed a little extra time in there.” He nodded toward the open bathroom door.
She blushed, “I’m sorry, the shower just felt too good to hurry.”
“No problem…” His bright eyes seemed to have darkened and raw hunger pooled in them.
She enjoyed the way he looked at her and her nervousness was suddenly gone. A bottle of champagne chilled on ice next to a tray of fresh, exotic fruit. Lucy filled two glasses and dropped a couple pieces of fruit into the pale, golden liquid, which instantly frizzled. She took a sip and with a seductive gesture she let her fingers glide playfully down the long stem of her glass. Then, she picked up his glass and slowly walked over to him.
Her eyes wandered over his broad shoulders and down his bare chest until the towel restricted her from seeing more. She wanted to touch him, caress him, and tease him the way he had done to her earlier.
She set down the glass stood between his knees. Still just watching her, he did not move and Lucy picked up where she had left off earlier. Very slowly she undid her towel and let it slip down until it barely sat on her hips.
His gaze followed her hands and left hot traces on her skin. With his eyes alone, he seemed to rip the towel away but still, he sat motionless.
Without even his touch, her body began to tingle all over and smiling, he noticed how those rosy tips grew even harder.
Unable to draw this little game out any longer he finally took her by the hips and she willingly stepped over his legs to sit on his lap. Instantly, his hands began to caress her and she cupped her hands around the back of his neck. He sat up, straightened his back and Lucy lowered her head, but before she offered her lips to him she went still and looked deep into his eyes. “I want this to last.” Her voice was low and thick with lust.
“You got it, baby,” he said raspy and then she sank her mouth onto his, inhaling his taste, his breath, his scent. Just the kiss alone was blinding. Wet lips locked and probing tongues dueled in the natural rhythm of lovemaking.
She opened his towel and withdrew just long enough to gaze down. One corner of her mouth tweaked in a smile as she realized that everything about this man was in the right proportions.
She lowered her hand from his neck and let it glide over the soft skin of his chest. She pinched his nipple and when he reacted to it, she did it again. She could feel how much he enjoyed her leading him and she eased her hand down over his hard stomach and to the sensitive area beneath his navel. Fingertips teased over his contracting muscles and when she finally made her way even lower he inhaled sharply and bit her lower lip.
“Ah… this is good…,” he moaned when she began to pump him.
Lucy felt how hard he was. He was so beautifully built and her hand fit just barely around his cock. His shaft stood erect, as if desperately trying to reach her velvety opening, which hovered above him just far enough to tease without touching. She was in charge, and she wouldn’t let him have it.
Not yet, anyway.
She tightened her grip and a low groan slipped deep from his throat. Then, she suddenly stopped. She shifted her weight and allowed him to watch as her hand caressed herself. She gathered some of her wetness and when he realized what she was doing, he leaned back and watched her closely.
Reacting to her own touch she rolled her hips a few times and returned her wet hand to his cock and cupped its head. Her thumb glided over it and Mark moaned again. Deeper this time, and prolonged. His grip around her hips tightened when she stroked him harder and faster and very skilled.
His breathing increased and so did her arousal. She would have loved to just slip over him and ride him like the devil, but instead she leaned forward to find his ear lobe and nibbled. After sticking her tongue in his ear she whispered a naughty promise and then, she glided off his lap. She kneeled between his knees, kissing his chest and stomach and searching for more sensitive spots until she finally let her roaming mouth find his deliciously throbbing dick.
Mark felt himself grow thicker and he clamped his hands around the armrests of the chair and spread his legs. At first, her lips and tongue just teasingly played with his head, and Mark almost begged her, but then, she slowly began to suck.
Oh yes…come on baby, take it all in…
And she did. Rhythmically, she massaged his balls while she took him deeper. Her mouth was hot and wet and wonderful, and she sucked harder until his toes curled.
His hands went into her damp hair, gathered it at the base of her neck and he determined the rhythm. She felt so amazingly good that he had to be careful not to just grab her and fuck her down her throat. She was giving him the incredible feeling of total devotion. A few times her intensity drove him close to climax but every time she could taste him coming, she slowed and wouldn’t allow it.
Mark loved the game she played. She empowered him to feel as if he was in charge, but really, he was at her mercy.
He was at her mercy, just the way she’d been earlier today, high above the clouds, and suddenly, he remembered how incredible her cunt had felt.
With his hands still buried in her hair he slowed her down and after she separated he didn’t take any time. He sank down on the floor and pushed her roughly onto her back. His sudden move stunned her. Momentarily, his head was between her breasts and after he sucked hard on her nipples he quickly sank lower. Her stomach was beautifully soft, but there was no time for teasing and gentle kisses.
He continued his way farther down until he was welcomed by opened thighs and moist heat. His tongue slid between her warm folds and over her cl** while his fingers went possessively inside her.
She gasped out loud and raised her hips. Her hands grabbed something above her head. It felt like legs of a table and she held on to them as he pushed his tongue deeper and with more intensity. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he pressed his hands onto her stomach, confining her in her movements. Her lust became unbearable and he knew that she wouldn’t take long. He pressed his lips around her cl** and he suckled while the tip of his tongue played with it and drove her into agony.
Her body bucked beneath his strong arms but it was impossible for her to move. All she could do was let him mercilessly pin her down as his power and control licked her into total madness. The first wave began in her toes, which spread out wide, and crawled quickly up her legs and into her swollen breasts and shot back, deep down into her groin. Blinded by her own force, she rocked as much as Mark would allow, and with every second she was getting closer and closer until her insides gave way and she finally came, screaming uninhibited.
He watched her with gleaming eyes. Though it took all his discipline, he gave her a moment to get back to her senses. Damn, she was something else!
“Where the hell is that pink rain coat?” He tried to joke but his face talked a different language. She saw that he was pained by desire and reached up on the table and grabbed it while he effortlessly scooped her off the floor.
He placed her on the bed and stood upright. “I don’t know if I can keep my promise to make this last,” he said but Lucy didn’t care. Her orgasm had been a huge rush and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside. The dim light brushed a bronzed tone over his chiseled flesh and between his strong thighs stood his cock at hello, ready to conquer whatever she’d offer.
With no time to waste he sank over her and pushed her into the pillows. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. There was no need to nudge her apart. She whispered a plea and her back arched. He held his breath as he finally drove into her... willingly she took him in and — oh yes…she felt even better than he had imagined.
First, he entered only halfway and tested how far he could go without inflicting pain. Watching her closely he drew back until the head of his dick kissed her slick opening again, just to repeat his stroke, a little deeper this time.
Lucy drew a quick breath and he watched as the expression of sweet anguish returned to her face. She rotated her hips in his rhythm, which was now increasing. She bent her knees and wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to drive in more vigorously. He was almost hurting her, dancing dangerously close along that fine line between pleasure and pain, but oh God — how good he felt, so deep and thick inside her! She wanted more, wanted it harder, and she told him so.
Turned on by her need, he let go of her arms and placed one hand back on her throat. He knew that it was scaring her a little, but he closed his grasp anyway. “Trust me,” he said hoarsely, “just trust me…” Slowly, his fingers closed around her neck and added pressure. He was leading her into a dizzying abyss. Faint shrieks escaped her with every breath as he raised his tempo, thrusting deeper, thrusting in all…the…way.
Hot trails burned down his shoulders where she was digging in her nails, pained by his size, frightened by his technique, but pleasured by his raw intensity. In unison with his cadence she exhaled in sudden bursts and he couldn’t control himself any longer.
He surrendered to his hunger, grabbed her by her hips, and increased the strength and tempo of his strokes yet again. He was taking her hard, tightening his grip, and when her orgasm came, it shot through her so vigorously that it threw her body against his, biting his shoulder and clawing herself around him. The force of her climax triggered his and with a growl from somewhere inside he pumped, deep and urgent, until finally, he poured himself out in utter relief.
As reality slowly returned, they found themselves entwined in one another, holding on to their sweat-covered bodies. Mark cupped her face with both hands and kissed her long and very tenderly. Then he studied her beautifully flushed cheeks and said, “You have no idea how glad I am that you stepped on my foot.”
Recalling the scene and what had happened from thereon, Lucy smiled and closed her eyes in pleasure. “Yes, I do,” she whispered and slightly moved her hips. Still lingering inside her, his body reacted instantly. With a mischievous smirk she asked, “So, earlier you mentioned that you like all the colors of the rainbow…?”
He felt her pelvic muscles contracting around his dick and quickly his desire began to grow again. His eyes fell on the package of condoms he’d placed on the nightstand, which promised pleasure in rainbow colors. He grinned. “Oh yes…” Then he kissed her ear. “I love red...” He kissed her eyes. “… and green…” He nibbled her lips. “… and yellow…” He made his way down her throat. “…and orange…” His tongue encircled one nipple. “…and pink…”
She writhed like a snake and quietly said, “I thought pink is not a color of the rainbow.”
Mark knew that they would take it much slower this time. “Oh yeah? I think you’re wrong…” Her hips pressed against his as he roamed from one breast to the other. “…but maybe it’s time to re-paint the sky.”
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