Oliver
SHE’S GAME. OTHER women would refuse the adventure all together, or question my idea of romance. Not Stori. I’ve got one hand on the rail, and the other reaching back to hers as we move along the walkway out to the tip of the rock. We’re barely two feet above the water.
“You okay back there?” I call.
“I’ve got a great view of your ass, so I’m good. But what happens when we get to the end?”
“The walkway wraps around the rocks. Then we’re almost there.”
When I round the corner I see tucked into a tiny cove a spotlessly clean strip of sand, and the final steps which will deposit us there. There’s a fissure in the rock wall behind the micro beach. Unless you know it’s there, you’d miss it.
“Okay, follow me. Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I barely hear her response over the sound of the open ocean, but she’s staying with me. Her fingers are digging into my shoulders. But in just a few steps we walk onto terra firma. I turn and take her in my arms. It’s almost without thought that I press my dick against her.
“Good job,” I say.
“Now what, Robinson Crusoe?”
“We go through there,” I say, pointing to the one-person-wide crack in the rock.
“It’s apparent I’ll do most anything to be alone with you.”
“We’ve got a few hours before we lose the best light. Let’s go make the most of it, come on.”
Taking her hand, I guide her to the fissure. I can hardly wait for her to see this. Me too for that matter. I’m just going on Fig and Luca’s descriptions.
“I’ll lead the way. Just to make sure it’s safe.”
Lowering our heads, we pass through the opening. I feel the cold rock wall brush my shoulder. It’s almost pitch black, and it’s still impossible to straighten up. Before long I see the soft green glow of what lies ahead. It gets more vivid with every step.
“What is that? Where’s that green color coming from?” she says.
I step into the grotto followed closely by Stori. It’s The Little Emerald Grotto to be exact, and it’s everything I hoped we’d find. Incredible colors filter from an underground opening and fill the cave with intense glowing shades of green. Even our skin reflects the glow. Stalagmites and stalactites hang and lift from ceiling and floor. All around us time and nature has created beautiful works of art. And the best part? The grotto has a small low archway to the sea, and the turquoise water laps the soft sand beach which lies inside. It’s almost ridiculously romantic.
“Oliver! This is so beautiful!”
“It’s great, isn’t it?”
She gets this wickedly impure grin on her face.
“Your trunks. They bother me. Take them off.”
“Should I get the quilt I brought for us?” I laugh.
She shakes her head no, then reaches into her bikini bottom and touches herself. Her fingers moving slowly back and forth over the spot she knows best. My dick and I pay rapt attention.
“I don’t need it. I’ll just kneel in the sand when I suck your cock.”
“Fuck the quilt,” I say, swiftly removing my shoes, and stripping off my trunks. I’ve never gotten naked so fast. My dick pops up like an unhinged lever. I step in front of her to take her offer. She kneels. With just one look up into my eyes I hear a thousand unspoken words. Then I feel her lips on me. She kisses my dick base to tip, but slowly and without using her hands. I lift it and circle her lips with the head, hoping she puts it in her mouth.
“Take me.”
“Patience.”
Wrapping her arms around me, she lightly runs her hands over my ass. Delicate fingers move between my cheeks. I widen my stance. Now she can touch it all. I want her to. My balls ache as she runs a finger from my asshole to my sack. All the while she holds her mouth so close to my dick, purposely an inch away. Her lips part just a little as she looks up at me. My hands are on the sides of her face, lightly touching her soft skin. I do away with the inch separating us by pressing myself gently against her. I want to feel her mouth on me. Lifting me to her lips she begins by circling her tongue over the head, then lingers around the edge while her other hand cups my balls. My pulse quickens. When she sucks the shaft, it fills her mouth and stretches her lips. The sight and feel of that is potent.
“That’s good. Suck it, baby.” I say watching, and unaware I was going to give voice to my thought.
She goes slowly, but each time she pulls back she sucks a little stronger. It’s not easy to take me whole, but she does it. Then her hands begin to move in perfect alliance with her mouth. Sucking, stroking, bidding my cum to her. Oh, fuck me. It’s an involuntary reaction to lift my hips every time she goes down. I couldn’t stop if I had to. There’s no sign of pulling away as I get close to coming. She’s going to take my jiz in her mouth. I think she’s going to take it. Good god.
Some sort of animalistic sound comes from the depths of me, cum and voice cast out in an uncontrolled release. The warmth of her mouth and her ability to know exactly when to stop sucking and let it fly, makes my orgasm last for what feels like a full minute. I roll my hips into her mouth, to let loose every drop of cum, my ass cheeks clenched and my fingers entwined tightly in her hair.
When I stop and I’m able to open my eyes, I see her looking up at me. My body releases its tenseness. Her mouth holds my cum. Lifting an eyebrow she mumbles her comment.
“Umhuh.”
Slowly, I extract my throbbing dick from her mouth, release her hair, and watch as she swallows.
“That was unbelievable,” is my poorly worded review.
Lifting her up by her hands, I take her in my arms. I want her to know I loved what she just did. So I kiss her. All the way. I unhook her top and toss it on the ground. Her breasts feel like velvet against my skin, her nipples waiting to be loved. Leaning down I take one in my mouth. I pull it slowly to a peak, and when I release it, the nipple stands erect. I make it a matching pair.
“You’re a nasty boy, aren’t you?”
“With you I am.”
“I like that about you,” she smiles.
“I like everything about you.”
We take a few beats to absorb whatever’s happening between us. It’s like a wave of energy or electricity. I don’t have words to describe it.
“Maybe you’re right about the quilt,” she says showing me her red knees which have sand pressed into them.
“I’ll make you forget about it in a minute when I taste your pussy. Is it wet?”
She takes my hand and slides it into her suit. I feel the silky sensation of her lips and when I slip my middle finger inside her, it’s slick with her juices. She wiggles and tightens around my finger.
“Hold that thought,” I say.
I find the quilt and spread it on the sand. We take a seat and I hand her the cups I brought and take out the champagne. I pop the cork and pour.
“What shall we drink to?” she asks.
I take a sip and sit my glass in the sand. She does the same. I roll on top of her.
“Your face,” I say kissing her nose.
I move down.
“Your perfect breasts.” I suck on each nipple leaving them standing erect.
She lays back and lifts her hands above her head. I go lower. She opens her legs to let me rest between them.
“Your pussy. It’s my favorite destination.”
I get on my knees and hook my finger on the inside leg of her bikini bottom. I pull it to one side, exposing her. An appreciative groan escapes my lips. I lower my head till I’m just inches from her and barely touching her with my tongue. Right where I know her clit hides. I move from side to side, but not to part her. I use it like a feather. She likes that.
Sitting up, I remove the last thing hiding her from me. Naked is her best angle.
“You look beautiful laying here, Stori.”
She rises on her elbows and looks at me with the most intense gaze.
“Eat me.”
Every fucking cell in my body responds as if a jolt of electricity surged through me. There’s no hesitation when I flip her over and pull her up to a kneeling position.
“Oh!” is her one-word response.
“I’ll have every part of you.”
I run my hands over her alabaster ass, appreciating its form. I spread her cheeks and lick her from pussy to asshole. I linger there, knowing she may not be acquainted with this particular pleasure, and I want to be the one to introduce her. Her response tells me I’m right.
“Oh! Are you sure . . . oh!”
“I’m sure.”
I dart my tongue in and out and around, but just barely. And in between I lick and kiss her. Then I run my hand between her legs, front to back, pausing for a final tease with my finger, before I slide it right into her pussy. It’s warm and wet, so I remove my finger, part her lips, and put my mouth there. My tongue reaches inside. She tastes like heaven.
“Get on your back,” I command.
She rights herself and spreads her legs. I can see the glistening of her juices. They’re calling me. I go down on her, in a kind of worship, lost in the wonder of her sex. I take my time. It’s so fucking perfect this pussy, in how it looks and functions and smells.
I look up and take a deep whiff of her. She rises on her elbows and arches her back. It makes her jaw tighten with lust. I saw it. Then she lifts, prompting my tongue to keep going, doing her talking with the movement of her body. My finger takes the place of my mouth and I do her favorite thing, calling her to me. And her quickened breath sounds in rhythm every time I crock it. Here she comes. On her face is an expression somewhere between beast and mortal. When she orgasms she throws her head back and clenches her teeth as if she has the power to hold it in. She doesn’t. The sounds coming from her are so real and unforced. No actual words, but moans. Deep, sexy moaning.
I give her only the time it takes to come before I’m on top of her. I can’t wait. I won’t. I roll her over on top of me and look up into her eyes.
“Sit on me,” I say. “I want to watch you.”
She straddles my body and rises. I grab my cock and find the honey pot. She takes it all and never breaks eye contact.
“Just be still,” I say.
It’s torture not to move. Hurts so fucking good. I feel her throb against me, inside the tight space. Or maybe it’s my own throbbing. Her breathing quickens along with mine. She tightens inside, squeezing my cock, and I lose my will to prolong the moment.
Her eyes plead with me. I begin, slowly, deliberately and with the sensation I’ve never been any harder than I am in this moment. We move in a perfect rhythm, her pussy lips surrounding the base of my dick, her juices making it a perfect coupling. We’re lost in each other. It’s never been so good for me.
But for the first time in my life I know it’s about much more than cock and pussy and cum. It’s about more than her face and laugh. Funny how the whole world can change in a minute. As I look in her eyes, I see exactly what’s making this such an extraordinary experience. It’s love.