by Ames, Ilsa
His finger ran down my cheek, and he smiled. “Close your eyes, angel. Let me explore you.”
For a minute I wondered if I was still asleep on the plane and this was all a dream. Then his lips trailed down my neck and nipped at just the right spot. My hips shot up into his and that hit the most pleasurable spot. My hips ground into his as pleasure jolted through me.
“Calm, June. Take your time, baby. I’m going to get to that pussy of yours, but not yet. Not until you’re melting for me. Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”
He’d already taken me to several places I’d never been before. He’d taken me down the wedding aisle. And to Hawaii. And now to here, on this very public, yet still private bed. His fingers trailed up beneath my dress again, and I decided to do some exploration of my own. I ran my hand down his back, down to the round outline of his ass, and when I squeezed his hard muscles flexed at my touch.
I clenched my hands on him until his hips jutted forward to press his cock into my hot center, and we both gasped. A thin slip of satin covered my pussy and I wanted it gone, I wanted to feel him against me, in me. I moved, my hands frantic on his belt, but he grasped them, until I fell back against the bed to let him explore me.
He groaned when I pressed my hips up into his, a defiant gesture. I wanted more.
He pulled at my dress, then removed my bra, and sighed when his hands cupped my full breasts for a moment. He moved on though, he didn’t linger long enough. His lips against my flesh guided him down my flat abdomen, and then lower, to the wet heat barely covered by the satin of my panties. His lips stopped at the part of me that ached the most for his touch.
His hands dove into the sides of the material of my panties and pulled them down. He moved back to where he wanted to be, right there between my thighs. I had my eyes clenched shut, I didn’t want to know what he thought about me there. I’d had a wax appointment, and it hadn’t been fun, but I liked the neat look of the groomed style I’d chosen—bare, with just a small patch of hair on my mound. I felt his breath on my hot skin and shivered. He lingered there, inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, June. Your pussy is so damn beautiful.”
Then he moved, his soft lips against my silky folds, and I melted.
For the very first time in my life I felt a hot, wet, tongue lap against my clit and I nearly jumped from the bed. It felt so good, but it tickled too. When he did it and I groaned, his hand came up to smother my cry of pleasure. He didn’t stop the pace of his tongue as it licked at my clit, and I didn’t stop my moans as pleasure rocked through me.
The way his hand covered my mouth made it even more erotic, we were too exposed, out in the open, but his tongue was still in my pussy and I just didn’t care.
My eyes opened wide as he used the fingers of his other hand to spread my folds wide, his tongue flattened out to taste all of me with one swipe.
My body moved of its own will and pushed up to meet his tongue on each stroke, my breasts rose and fell as I struggled to breathe through the sensations he sent through my body.
I watched him move in the moonlight, fascinated with the way his head moved each time he stroked his tongue up and down my cleft.
When he formed a vice around my clit and sucked, I exploded, the first orgasm a man had ever given me. My body gave in to his demands, into my need for release and I twisted beneath him.
I felt myself let go, his hand still in place to muffle my cries. I screamed against his palm, before another wave of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped. I’d never made sounds like that before, I’ve never come that hard before, but Tiago wrung every moment of it from that he could.
This might end up being a mistake, but he’d given me something that could be never taken away, a moment of pure bliss.
His tongue slowed as the aftershocks began to ebb, until the sensation became too much and I pulled my hips away.
He barely gave me a moment to catch my breath before his lips were on mine, kissing me like he never wanted to let me go. I moaned, kissing him right back. I could taste my own desire on his lips, and though it was never something I’d thought about, in that moment, it made everything even more erotic.
He pulled away and we both sat up, Tiago handing me my shoes as I slipped on my bra, panties, and then my dress. And before I knew it, we were in the elevator. He kissed me again, giving me back the taste of my own pussy, my body pinned to wall, until we reached the very top floor.
We walked to our room where he turned me, and then my dress was gone. He gazed at my panties and bra with lust and fire before he removed those too.
His own hastily replaced clothes were discarded and then my husband, my brand-new husband, took me to his bed. I slid up onto his body in the dark room. I leaned over, my lips met his as I reached between us, curious to feel a real cock. I was astonished at the size of him and gasped.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
He chuckled against my lips and smoothed my hair down. “It will, beautiful. And you’ll be begging for more of it by the time I’m finished with you.”
I gulped and then scoffed. I wasn’t so sure, but he knew better than me.
His hands moved down to my nipples, another spot only he had touched, but he hadn’t lingered earlier as he did now. His fingers worked the tight flesh, until my hips shifted on him. I was on his cock now, the hard length between us another diversion.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand, June, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”
My eyes widened at his words, but I wasn’t afraid, I was eager. His fingers sent sparks of need straight down to my clit, and I ground myself into the very tip of his cock, against the ridge, hitting my clit just right. I might’ve been a virgin, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew what felt good and if something felt nice, it was worth a repeat.
“You’re getting close, baby, I can hear it in the way you breathe. Sink down on my cock now, before you lose the chance to feel something incredible.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that but followed the instruction. I grasped him as I knelt up, and then, slowly, I sank onto the hard flesh of his cock. I gasped as I finally sank down and slowly took every inch he had to give me. There was a lot to take, and for a few moments, I thought I wouldn’t be able to take all of him, but I relaxed and sank down all the way onto him as he guided his cock deep inside of me.
I’d worried about it, but there was no pain. It just felt tight—really, really tight. Different to what I expected or knew. He stretched me, but it was a good stretch. I breathed in deep as I became used to his girth within me and felt something else. An incredible sensation of pleasure mixed with sensation of being filled and I wanted to move. I needed to move.
His hands gripped my waist and flexed, a guide to my movements.
“Take your time, ride me like you want, baby. Take all the time you need.” It sounded as if his jaw was clenched, and I looked down to see a look of wonder on his face. “Fuck, you’re so tight, June.”
“Is that bad?” I stopped automatically, not sure if I had hurt him.
“Fuck no, don’t stop, June. Fuck me, baby. God, June, don’t stop moving.” His words came as gasps, and I couldn’t stop.
I began to twist my hips on him and he taught me what it meant to be in control. I grasped at the headboard with my hands and held on as I worked my hips on him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” His growled words sent a shock through my clit and I wanted more of his words. His voice a balm to my needy soul.
“More, Tiago. Talk to me more.” I was concentrating on the sensation building deep inside me while I danced on him, deep inside of me. It was a place only he could touch, only he could stroke.
“You feel so fucking good sliding up and down on my cock, June. So fucking tight, so fucking perfect. It’s like you’re sucking me with your mouth. It’s like your tight little pussy wants to suck all of me as deep as it can.”
That was it. Those were th
e words I needed to hear, how good I felt to him, in phrases that were only meant for a bedroom. Our bedroom.
I let my head fall back, my hair brushed at my back in a tickle, and I fucked my husband, as he demanded. I put my weight on my hands for balance. Completely naked, my body and soul bared, I rode him without fear, and when his thumb found my clit and his lips found a nipple, I found the right angle that had eluded me. I found the one that made my pussy convulse and grip around him.
I came on my husband’s cock, I came for him, without a hand over my mouth to hide my cries this time. This was even better than when he made me come on the beach. It was a totally different experience when he was inside of me, it sent me into oblivion, and so I kept on with the ride.
Tiago didn’t let me stop there. Oh no.
He pulled out of me and then spun me around, making me gasp as I pushed me onto my hands and knees in front of him. I thrilled in the loss of control to him as his powerful hands gripped my thighs, pulling them wide for him. He stroked my ass, making me shiver in anticipation as I lay there wanting him so badly, bent over for him. But he didn’t do anything else.
Not yet.
Face down, I waited with my breath caught in my chest, my body his and only his. He could have whatever part of me he wanted, he could have it all. One moment I was there, breath held as he teased me with his thick crown, the next he drove into me and I screamed in pleasure.
His hands pulled my ass up for a better angle then held my hips down as he bounced his hips off of mine. That wasn’t enough for him though, and his hands pulled me up so that he could slide them up to my breasts.
I looked up and saw myself in a mirror, my face a mask of pure wanton joy and it took my breath away. He was right, I looked beautiful, seductive when he fucked me. His body and mine coming together like that looked like we’d been made to fuck. Tiago, my husband, the man that made my breasts sway with each thrust, and my body pulse with ecstasy.
This wasn’t about love, not yet, or adoration. It wasn’t about the future or what we had planned, it was about two people that wanted to get off and he was good at what he set out to do. Brutal raw need was all we shared right now and neither of us cared to examine what had caused that need. We just felt it and I gladly took the pleasure he offered and gave it back. I used my body in ways I’d never dreamed I could. I learned I could squeeze him with my pussy to make him groan my name in a provocative way I’d never heard it said before. And when he made me come once more, I learned that I could make him growl with satisfaction.
He let me ride it out and when I slumped against the bed, he drove into me hard and fast until he found his own release. I felt him still, a growl escaped his throat, and then I felt a hard pulse.
“Fuck, June. That pussy, baby. I want to come in it over and over again. I don’t want to ever leave it.” He stopped the words as a groan broke free and he lost it again. His hot cum spilled into me, filling me and pulsing deep inside as I gasped in pleasure, lost in him.
This is what I wanted, and he’d made that a reality. I slumped into the mattress, totally exhausted now. How could this possibly get any better?
7
Tiago
I’d woken up with one word on my lips: wife.
June was my wife and I didn’t ever want to stop fucking her. Even then, in the morning light, my cock was hard and ready for her.
I stretched beneath the luxuriously silky feeling cotton sheets and smiled.
That had been single greatest night of my life, bar none. She’d blown my mind with her eagerness, with her seductive innocence. And fuck, I wanted to do it all over again. I slid out of bed instead, took a quick shower, and then crawled right back into the bed.
She was beautiful, just as I knew she’d be. I hadn’t fed her bullshit lines last night. I really had wondered about her and lusted for her for a long time. I’d wondered what she looked like when she wasn’t hidden away—what she’d be like in bed. Now I knew, and I never wanted the light I saw in her now to go away
She was on her side, her hand tucked under her cheek, and she looked peaceful. I was tempted but we had to do some kind of activity to take pictures at. The kind that could be published, I thought with a crooked grin. I wanted pictures of her like this, of course. Or better, pictures of her riding my cock, and coming for me like she had last night. I wanted that look of ecstasy on her face immortalized, just for me and only me. But for now, I took a quick snap of her asleep on my phone, saving it in black and white. Just her asleep, the covers pulled up over her and her hand under one cheek.
Beautiful perfection.
She’d showered late after our… activities last night, and her hair was wild around her head now, but I loved it. I was too tempted to resist, and as she came awake, I pressed my lips to the back of her neck before I bit down gently and slid my fingers down to her pussy. I explored her depths as I dipped two fingers into her.
Tight, wet, heat made my cock throb against her naked ass.
She gasped in surprise, but I don’t know if it was from shock or from pleasure. June had always appeared to be a timid woman to me, but the woman who gasped with my fingers in her pussy was adventurous as I slid my leg up between her thighs.
On my side, I opened her folds to my erection, and slid into her as she bent forward, her hands clenched in the sheets.
“You’re so big, Tiago. Fuck, it’s so good.” I heard her pant.
I filled her, stretched her muscles in delightful ways. June moved with me, even though I knew she was not fully awake, and it was magical.
I thrust into her until I heard her gasp of delight. I wanted to hear even more.
I reached around her, pulling her back to me. I shifted her legs so I could stay inside of her while my hands filled with her breasts. I held them tightly, her nipples clamped in my fingers, and felt her breath explode from her chest as she gave in to me.
“I love your pussy, June. I’m going to fuck you again tonight, maybe even later today. But now, right now, baby I want you to come on my cock again. Come for me, June.”
I felt my thickness pulse when her fingers moved down to her clit, and she moaned as I fucked into her.
“Fuck.” She grunted the word as her pussy clamped down around me hard, her body arched forward as the orgasm took her.
“That’s it, June, come for me, baby. Make that pussy come for me like you know I want. Come for my cock.” I groaned as I let loose into her, my cum pulsing from my cock deep inside of her clenching, rippling pussy as we exploded together. My pace changed, shallow and fast, as she pulled me along with her. The shallow strokes made her come even harder and I stored that information away for later.
My words were a claim on her, and that claim seemed to be one she wanted.
We moved together when it was over, I drew her close to my body, and we fell asleep for another hour.
I dreamed about our time on the beach from the night before, only in the dream we had to be even quieter because there were people around us that would hear. I could hear other people fucking all around us, and the sounds made me harder. It was like hearing them spurred us both on. She explored my body with that sweet mouth of hers and she did things she’d never done before, things I had to teach her to do. In my dream, her lips slid down my hard shaft, sucking me deep into her mouth making my toes curl.
The sounds around us drove her almost mad, and she purred as she turned, her pussy in my face. I groaned as I ran my tongue over her ass as my fingers explored the secrets her body offered me. June moved down on me, sucked her way up, and her body already quivering. Was it anticipation of my tongue on her pussy? I tasted her to put her out of her misery, to ease the ache in my cock, her hot little mouth swallowing every inch of my—
I woke up, panting, muscles clenched. Seconds away from actually coming. I groaned, glancing down at my thick, rock-hard erection—my cock swollen and aching to come. And I could have. I could’ve touched it right then and made myself come. Or I could have slid b
ack into her once again and filled that pretty little pussy with more of me.
But I stopped myself. I’d wait. I’d save it, biting it back until I couldn’t fucking stand it. And then I’d take her again.
And besides all that, we really did have things we had to do that day, and photograph for evidence. I pulled the covers back, giving myself one last glance at that tight, tempting ass of hers before I shook my head and got out of bed for the second time, to get ready for the day.
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“The lava flows can be dangerous, ladies and gentlemen, so please don’t wander off the paths set out for your safety. Unless you want to melt your shoes, and possibly your limbs.” Our tour guide smiled at the entire group assembled around her.
I didn’t really hear the woman; my eyes were on June.
We’d decided on this tour together, for pictures, and curiosity’s sake. There were six people with us, enough to keep us on the straight and narrow, I hoped. As I glanced down to June’s ass, I wasn’t so sure. That ass fit so perfectly into my hands when she rode me.
The tour guide’s voice trailed off as she walked down the path and I went up to June. “Do you really want to do this tour? I read there’s a cave around here somewhere.”
“Oh, that sounds fun.” She agreed and walked away with me. We’d taken some pictures on the bus, for the lawyers. Maybe those were enough.
I’d worn hiking boots, shorts, and a t-shirt for the tour and June had on similar clothes. I almost wished she had worn a skirt, so I could reach underneath to tease her pussy. She was so responsive, so very eager to get off.
We snuck away from the tour. And I knew if we were gone too long, we’d be noticed, and somebody would come looking for us. But that was the thrill of it. The naughty danger in taking her someplace private but not our own and making her come. I didn’t just want to show June what sex was and what it could all be about. I wanted to give her a chance to explore what got her off the hardest.
I led my wife into the darkness and waited for our eyes to adjust. There were dim glowy lights in here sunk into the floor of the cave, for tours. We followed one path, ducking around a corner, and down a side-passage. We came to a place with a small chain across the pathway, but when June paused, I only grinned as I lifted it and yanked her after me as we ducked beneath it.
