Beach House - Sex Stories

Beach House

... magnification. But he also knew he was most likely larger then other men she'd been with. An irrational pride swept through him at her reaction but he tamped it down quickly. Then he lost all thought completely when she closed her hand over him. She massaged him slowly at first. Testing his endurance and exploring his hard silky shaft. Her free hand slid down his thigh to cup his taught balls. He groaned as she squeezed gently. Encouraged by his reaction she stroked him faster. Her body was only an inch or so from his own and they were both breathing hard. Darren was surprised to observe that his hands had moved to her upper arms and were gripping her firmly. He tried to loosen his hold but as she tugged him harder he gasped and dug his fingers into her soft skin. "Lilah." He moaned her name and leaned his forehead against hers. "Kiss me Dare. Just this once. Please Dare." Delilah begged as she frantically rubbed him. Darren groaned in frustration. His brain tried to function, it really did. But in the end he crushed his lips to hers. It was brutal kiss, punishing. But soon it morphed into more. Her mouth opened under his and she tangled her tongue with his. Darren moaned and pulled away. "Come for me Dare." Delilah said breathlessly. It was his name on her lips that did it. Those perfect full lips that he'd so recently kissed. He threw his head back and let out a harsh curse as he came into her hands under the ocean water. As soon as she had milked the last drop from his ...

... spent shaft he took hold of her wrists and gently pushed them away from him. He stepped back from her and tried to catch his breath. "This can't happen again." he said when he could finally f***e the words from his throat. Then he mutely moved past her towards the beach. He didn't turn back despite how much he wanted to. Everything had changed and Darren couldn't for the life of him figure out how to fix it. ---------- Darren was in the shower already when he heard the sliding door open and then slam closed. He could hear Delilah muttering to herself all the way up the stairs and then the unmistakable sound of a bag being packed. Hangers squeaked on the wooden bar as close were ripped off of them, drawers opened and slammed shut, zippers were zipped, and velcro was velcroed. Darren turned off the water and grabbed his towel. "What are you doing?" He asked Delilah's back when he sk**ded to the bathroom doorway with his towel wrapped around his hips. She already had her bag over her shoulder and was reaching for the sweater she'd hung on the back of the door. "What do you think I'm doing. I'm leaving. You've made it abundantly clear that I make you too uncomfortable. There isn't any point in me staying to ruin both of our vacations." She huffed without looking at him. "Lilah. I don't want you to leave, I just..." Darren struggled for words but couldn't come up with any. "Forget it. This was a mistake. I just got confused. Why did you ask me to come back here?" She spun towards him ...