Taking my hand in his, he said, "What nachos? I have another hunger that needs satisfying."
Nick led me through the house and upstairs to his room. It was hot up there so Nick quickly opened the door that led out onto a balcony overlooking Tampa Bay. The warm sea breezed blew, instantly cooling the room but not me. I watched him move back to me and he took my hand once more.
We stood facing each other, hands linked but bodies apart, enjoying the energy that bounced between our warm and eager bodies. Together, we merged, fast and furiously, our lips locked, our bodies pressed together, and our hands exploring the new body before us. The reintroduction of his soft tongue weaving its way into my mouth sparked a hot sensation that ran down my throat, through my chest and belly, to my core, where it caused an explosion of wetness. A similar sensation came with his touch. His touch, though gentle, invaded my entire body. The electricity of his touch warmed my skin beneath his hand, and then radiated out from that spot to envelop my entire body.
We moved quickly to the bed where we lay intertwined, caressed by each other’s flesh. His lips were firm and insistent, as were his hands as they searched my body. I, with equal intent, sought to touch each part of his body. His soft hair wrapped around my fingers, his back hard and muscular from the constant rehearsal and workouts for the tour, his ass, perfectly sculpted. Hands on my breasts, hands on my ass, hands on my face—his hands seemed to be everywhere. One of these hands effortlessly untied my top, my skin shivering from the brush of his fingers. His hand cupped my breast and he held it tenderly, like a flower that he might bruise. I slipped my hands to the hem of his shirt and tugged at it until he had to release me to take it off. Leaning over me, he licked the circumference of my nipple before taking it in his mouth, his tongue swirling playfully around it.
I whimpered softly into his hair. God…I needed him!
Our mouths met again, our bare breasts pressed together, the sea breeze raising the hair on our bare skin. His hands worked down my body, taking my top with them, until I was in just the bottoms of my suit. Feeling his hardness pressing against me, only my bathing suit and his shorts separating us, I reached between us to grasp his erect penis. I massaged the length of it through his shorts, as he reached under me to hold my ass, which perfectly rounded into his palms. Sliding his hands to my thighs, his fingers moved up my thighs to my hips, his fingertips grazing my belly, and with one smooth action, he pulled the rest of my suit off and then his own shorts. He eased my leg up and wrapped it around his body. As he slipped a finger deep inside me, I felt the hair on the nape of my neck stand on end. The sensation weaved its way down my body with each glide of his finger. Sliding his finger up into my pussy, he pressed an insistent thumb on my clit and worked it in a swirling motion that only increased the luscious wetness between my legs.
Nick began to ease his way down my body. Nestling his head between my legs, he began to massage my clit with his tongue. Soft and swirling, his tongue rounded my clitoris while his finger entered me rhythmically, repeatedly.
The motion of his tongue, the feel of the satin sheets, and the breeze blowing across our bodies—I was writhing in pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue ended at the peak of my clit causing my legs to quiver as I felt the beginning of an orgasm build out of my wet peak.
Riding up my body with perfect timing, he entered me without an awkward search or guiding hand. His dick, an ideal fit, felt smooth and luscious with each rise and fall of his hips. With one leg wrapped around him, I bucked my hips to take in more of him. Each time I rose, my clit brushed against his abdomen, and I paused at each touch before enveloping him completely. Building on this rhythmic bump, I tightened my grip on his dick and felt a vibration growing in the walls of my center. Increasing, shooting out, racing throughout my body, the orgasm shook me. Looking intensely into each other’s eyes, we both came.
We stayed for almost an hour, our bodies intertwined, as we explored each other. With my fingertip, I traced the sun tattoo on his arm and he made small designs on my stomach with his.
Kissing me gently on the lips, Nick asked, "Are you gonna wait for me?"
"Forever, Nick!" was my sleepy reply as we both gave in to sleep.
The End
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