CHAPTER 27 


She licked his nipple, sucking on the small, hard point, smiling at his frustrated sighs. The little trick he pulled with the toys was mean, she decided, and she intended to get him back. 
 
She let her fingernails trail lightly down his sides and slipped them under his slender ass, digging her nails in as she pressed her breasts against his stomach; his full length prodded against her lower stomach, digging into the softness, leaving a damp trail on her belly. She flicked her tongue against his nipple, drawing circles, and sucked once, hard. He groaned deep his throat. 
 
“Oh, god, Sadie, please…” 
 
He moved his hands to her shoulders, her back, her breasts; she delighted in the coarseness of his palms caressing her, brushing against her nipples, but she didn’t want any distraction. She pulled her hands from his ass and pinned his arms at his sides, lifting her head and looking into his eyes, dark and smoky with need. 
 
“This is your turn,” she said, and slid her body down his. He gasped as her hair spilled across his stomach, tightening the skin and muscles, and she licked, sucked and kissed her way back down, pausing to dip her tongue into his navel, to lick along his hipbone, strong and angular, sloping up from the crux of his thigh. Her breathing increased with his; she loved this feeling of power, of control, over this beautiful man, how his cock throbbed against her cheek, how his hands gripped the sheets, how his heels dug into the bed. 
 
She kneeled between his legs and threw her head back, giving him a full view of her body. As she watched him watch her, she slid one hand down her stomach, across her thigh, and the other up to her breast. With her eyes on him, she licked on finger and circled her nipple with it; she closed her eyes and relished the feel of her own hands on her body, his eyes on her, and fancied she could feel his eyes touching her. 
 
But this was his turn. 
 
She opened her eyes to see him stroking himself as he watched her through hooded eyes. Wetness surged to her thighs as his hand moved up and down, and his eyelids fluttered against his cheek. She leaned over, breasts hanging down, hair falling around her shoulders, and licked the head of his cock, sending a shudder through him. She took his hand in hers, licked the saltiness from his palm, and placed his hand beside his thigh. 
 
She looked down at his cock, rosy and pulsing, standing high and tall from the nest of curls, and felt another surge rush through her. God, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. 
 
She leaned closer to him and allowed her breasts to brush against his cock, sucking in air as she did so. He felt so hot and hard against her softness, and she moved forward, so he pushed into her cleavage, against her sternum. 
 
“Oh, fuck, Sadie,” he said, and she took each breast in hand and pushed them together, creating a warm, soft crevice for him. She moved up and down, faster, sensation building in her breasts and between her legs; she’d never felt so in control, so erotic in her life. She didn’t feel like normal Sadie anymore, a girl who liked sex OK but never thought much beyond the basic positions. Watching the porn, playing with the toys, being in this secluded cabin with her wildest fantasy… her inhibitions were left in the dust. 
 
Her creative mind went into overdrive. 
 
She moved her breasts faster and slipped one hand under his lower back, pressing at him to move into a sitting position; soon he was sitting on her waist, arms braced against the bed, thrusting his hips against her chest. She slid her ass down the sheets until she lay flat, and he straddled her stomach, and she continued moving her breasts against him. A moment later she arched her neck forward, grabbed his ass, and pulled him. He fell forward, catching himself, hands braced to either side of her head. 
 
“Ssssadie,” he said as her lips closed over his head. He watched her from above, and she imagined what they looked like to him, his cock sliding between her breasts and into her mouth, her hair falling across the bedspread and sticking to her sweaty forehead. He tasted like salt, like musk, like man; and waves of sensation poured from her breasts and her mouth, coursing through her body, and she felt the answering quiver from him. She lifted her mouth from him so she could watch him come, replacing her lips with her hand, slipping over the saliva, squeezing his head as it moved up through her breasts. His face tightened in a rictus of agony and ecstasy. 
 
“Oh, fuck, just like that, yes—” he said, and moved against her palm, begging, pleading with her, and she gasped as he opened his eyes. She squeezed and pulled faster, her own hips coming off the bed as her desire increased with his. “Oh, god, Sadie, yes, I’m going to come, oh, fuck—” 
 
He shouted her name, and his cock pulsed beneath her hand as hot liquid spread across her breasts, trickling down her neck, soaking her hand, and still he came, moaning, moving against her hand, until he lay limp, and he collapsed atop her, sliding down until his head lay besides hers. 
 
“That was…” he whispered, and she kissed his parted lips, silencing him. 
 
Sometime later, he smiled and kissed her lips.  
 
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” 
 
“I hope so,” she said, laughing. “You made a mess of me.” 
 
His eyes drifted to her chest and he blushed. 
 
“Oh, I kind of did, didn’t I?” 
 
“No problem,” Sadie said, licking his lips. “Nothing a little shower won’t clean up.” 
 
 
 
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