Marcy's Playground 10 by loyalsock
Date: 4/28/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
"Commanding, powerful," he said. It sounded like he was having difficulty talking. How could he get any bigger inside me? But he did. I was sure of it. In perfect shade the heat increased, the leaves bending in toward us, drawn by his pull. "Primal." Everything became more vivid. The forest was on fire. He fisted one hand in my hair gently pulled my head back. "Beautiful," he said, pressing every spot, inside and out, mentally and physically just right. I exploded. I convulsed around him. He kissed the back of my ear. "Incredible." Bevvie turned around and walked from the beach to the beginning of the path. Oh God. She put her hand up to her forehead, turned her head slightly left and right, searching. Oh shit. Oh my God. Oh God. "That's the thing about sex," Jean-Luc whispered very, very quietly in my ear. "There's always the element of the unknown." Bevvie took a step closer to us. Oh God. Jean-Luc grabbed my hips, his big hands pressing firmly into the soft flesh, but still feeling to me as if they were in many other places too. He pumped in and out with a vengeance, all thrusting hip action, and savage plundering. I grabbed on even harder to the railing, as he pulled me to him with each hard, fast, thrust. "Marce?" Bevvie called. Harder. Faster. "Aren't you going to answer her?" Jean-Luc whispered tauntingly in my ear. I shook my head. The fear, the excitement, the sounds, the sensations. I pushed even ...
... higher on tip-toe, wound up like a spring in a toy that had been turned too far and was about to break. The pent-up connection rose higher and higher. "Marcy, you're marvelous," Jean-Luc said. And then detonated. I struggled to catch my breath while watching Bevvie turn around and go back to the beach. "Phew," I whispered. "Phew is right," Jean-Luc said back. "But that doesn't even begin to cover it." I took a few seconds re-learning how to stand on my own without help. Jean-Luc tied the back of my bikini top, and put the bottom back in place and tied the side. I climbed down from our hideaway, and he climbed down right after me. He took my hand and we walked the path toward the beach. When we were almost there I stopped, pulling back. "What?" he asked. "We smell like sex," I whispered, my voice came out loud, like a stage whisper shout. He smiled at me so big, two dimples big enough to put dimes in showed in his cheeks. He leaned over to put his mouth near my ear. "You better believe it," he said. We rejoined everybody. "I was going to send out a search party," Bevvie said. "Not necessary," Jean-Luc said. "I'm returning her unharmed." We all toasted marshmallows as the sun set. Bevvie was considering a career in law, and she had a lot of questions for Jean-Luc, which he answered patiently and generously. "You don't have a b*****r, do you?" she asked. "No," he said. "But I have a ...