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Words can’t even describe all the sensations coursing through me as we explore each others bodies. It’s nearly overwhelming, enough to bring me to my knees. The taste of her… oh god, the taste. Ariella has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever known or could ever hope to know. Until today, sex has merely been a biological imperative.
But sex with Ariella is another thing altogether.
The scent of her, swirling around me, makes me want to flip her onto her belly and bury my dick between those precious pussy lips. It’s so incredibly ready for me, too. Just fucking her with my tongue, I can tell. Her pussy is hungry for a fat cock.
For my fat cock.
But I’ve already made the choice to wait. Regardless, there’s no missing that I’ve just had the orgasm of my life while my beautiful Ariella remains wet and unsated.
I mean to remedy that, right now.
“Come here baby,” I tell her, making space between my legs. We’re on the hard packed sand and water rushes lazily over my feet. Ariella settles her ass against my cock and I pull her flush against my chest.
I look down at the tops of her breasts, her nipples pointing like the peaks of the volcanoes that dot the islands around us. I reach my hands around her waist, down between her legs. “Spread ‘em for me,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her salty skin.
Her legs flop to the side and I reach one hand between her thighs, my hand a heat seeking missile guided by the homing beacon of her pussy.
With deliberate restraint I graze the pads of my fingers over her slippery cunt. She moans, dropping her head onto my shoulder. I kiss her neck, her jaw and mouth, while fondling the sensitive folds surrounding her clit.
“More,” she breathes, whining against my neck.
I take my other hand and brush over the pointed peaks of her nipples. They sharpen at my touch and I circle the wide areoles with my nail. She hisses in reply.
“Does that feel good?”
She nods and I take the puckered nipple between my finger and twist while doing the same against her clit. Ariella bucks against the sensation, desperate for more. Her hand covers mine and to my astonishment, she squeezes my fingers, indicating she wants more pressure.
I follow her lead and do the same to her clit. She howls with delight, heels digging in the sand. “You’d come like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, pleased that she’s so sensitive.
“Yes.” She pants, teeth baring down on her lip so hard I think she’ll bleed.
My cock is already growing hard again, and although it’s not about me right now, it’s ramming straight in her back. I lift her by her buttcheeks to get a better grip and my fingers, much like my flippers that very first night, slip between her cheeks and right to the warmth of her tight, puckered asshole.
Ariella hitches a breath at the intrusion, but melts back into it, pushing against my fingertip in invitation. I gladly take it, some deep, frantic part of me exhilarated to be inside her, any way I can possibly get it. I dip my finger forward first, coating it in the slickness of her willing pussy. Once I have, I return to her ass, wriggling my finger until the tip sinks past that tight ring of muscle. All the while, my other hand tends to her engorged clit, raining down a calculated assault that leaves her mewling.
I nearly don’t even need to push my finger into my beautiful princess. She just bounces and pushes into it, her pert little ass cocking toward the cradle of my strong thighs. I give her what she wants. With a barely-restrained growl into her sweaty neck, I fuck my finger into her ass. Briefly, I can imagine that it’s my cock sliding into that cramped passage and I can almost feel the phantom vice-grip of her asshole around my throbbing member.
All things in due time, I guess.
For now, I continue my ministrations while sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses to her neck and throat, willing her with all my soul to come apart around me.
It only takes a few more moments of fingering her ass and flicking her clit for it to happen. A loud, keening cry falls from her red, plush mouth. Her asshole clamps down hard around my forefinger, trapping it within her hot hole. Then her whole body goes rigid, shakes with a jerking shudder, and I feel the gush of resulting wetness against both hands.
“That was amazing.” She twists and snuggles close. Her cheeks are red with the afterglow of her epic orgasm and I cradle her against my chest and stroke her wild hair. Her racing heartbeat slows and we watch the sunset sink into the Pacific. When I kiss her, she feels my intention on her lips.
“You’re leaving?” she asks.
“I’ve got to report to my commanding officer. I’m already in deep shit.” I can barely stand the disappointed pout on her lips.
“Will you come back, daddy?”
“Absolutely. There’s no way I’m leaving you now that I’ve found you, Ariella. It’s just that…” I look toward the horizon. “My obligations as a Navy Seal are very serious. Walking away is not only a career ender for me, it’s a death sentence for those I protect.”
Her face puckers and it’s obvious she’s holding back tears. Her reaction is a punch in the gut, and only furthers my resolves to come back as soon as possible.
“I’ll wait for you, daddy,” she says, leaning in for a kiss.
I grab her by a rough fistful of hair and grunt, “You won’t have to wait long.”