1. Marcy's Playground 9 by loyalsock


    Date: 2/4/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... my mouth went dry. He untied the back string of my bikini top. He slid his hands underneath the free-hanging fabric triangles. &#034Ever had sex outdoors?&#034 he asked. &#034You know I haven't,&#034 I said. He reached his hands up further, so his thumbs were stroking over my nipples. They popped out obediently for him. &#034One of the great things about having sex outdoors, is feeling the nature on your skin,&#034 he said. He gently blew on the back of my neck, and suddenly I was aware of breezes everywhere. The wind rustling through the leaves, the air around my feet, the push and pull of the tides. &#034The other great thing about having sex outdoors,&#034 he rolled my nipples between my fingers, and instinctively I ground my ass back into him. &#034Is the thrill, the possibility, the probability of getting caught.&#034 Jean-Luc bit the side of my neck. &#034Watch them,&#034 he said. I saw Bevvie move to the left to say something to Jamie. &#034And worry,&#034 Jean-Luc said in a low voice, while sliding one hand all the way down my front, over my bikini bottom. &#034That they might catch you.&#034 A small, low whimper escaped me. He untied one of the side strings at my hip and wormed his fingers in the front, pushing the fabric off to the side as he went. &#034Do you want me to teach you more about sex, sweet star?&#034 &#034Y-yes,&#034 I whispered so softly, it was barely audible. &#034What was that?&#034 he asked, and skirted his fingers around my folds, teasing me. ...
    ... &#034Yes,&#034 I said louder, and my voice came out deep and smoky, the voice of a stranger. He continued to tease, his left hand drawing circles under the top of my bikini and his right hand, teasing the top of my thighs, which were already wet from anticipation. His breath was loud in my ear. I wanted to beg him to plunge his fingers in, to give me more, but I waited. &#034Sex is not just physical.&#034 Finally his fingers dipped inside, and I had to doubt him. &#034It's not just emotional.&#034 He gathered some honey on his fingers and danced a roundabout so deftly I cried out. &#034Sshh,&#034 he whispered, his voice full of smoldering seriousness and play. &#034They'll hear you.&#034 Then he found my clitoris and I bit my lip. &#034It's not just physical, not just emotional. It's mental.&#034 He brushed a kiss against my temple. &#034And it's spiritual.&#034 He pinched my nipple harder and a high-pitched peep escaped even though I bit down on my bottom lip harder. &#034And it's so, so much more.&#034 He started moving his fingers faster. My legs trembled, and then my whole body was shaking. Jean-Luc gave me a quick nip on my ear and then kissed down my back. His fingers never stopped. Then his voice was in my ear again. &#034Are you wet for me, baby?&#034 I nodded. Although he didn't need my affirmation, he clearly knew. He pulled my hips back in one fast motion. Then he went back to his torture, teasing and escalating and coaxing every electric feeling out of me. I grabbed ...
«12...4567»