I held her body close to me with one hand and with the other, I took her hands from around my neck and placed them on her pussy.
“Play with yourself,” I told her with a smile.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied after twice trying to get the words out.
Seeing her fingers twirling around her clit, pressing into her vulva and going back and forth inside the lips of her pussy was almost more than I could take. I loved watching Traci pleasure herself. The expressions and the gasps she made were music to my ears.
I slid in and out of her body and I watched my shaft immediately begin to glisten from her juices. Her pussy pulled and tugged on my cock as I increased my tempo.
‘I Like It Heavy’ by Halestrom started blaring out of the table side speaker. It was the perfect song.
Traci looked at me with a bit of confusion when I suddenly changed my rhythm. It took her a few seconds to realize what I was doing. Then we both smiled.
I began pumping in and out of my beautiful, sexy sub to the beat of the song.
The index and middle fingers of both her hands pressed themselves into her pussy just beside my cock. A pleasure-inspired grimace appeared on my face because each time I thrust into my lady my dick also slid between her slick fingers.
The feeling was... intense.
Her hips began meeting the driving sound that filled our room. A few mutual strokes and thrusts later, our bodies were in complete sync.
I closed my eyes tightly and breathed through my nose and found what I was seeking… the fragrance I wanted to find. It was the perfume of sex I smelled. Our scent.
Placing her on the bed and pressing into her I bent her legs backwards and grabbed her ankles. The increased friction along with the extra tightness her fingers were giving us was magnificent.
“Harder,” she begged. “Please. Sir!”
Her words unleashed my passion. All restraint was gone. I slammed into her. Each time our pelvises met I ground into her body… trying to bury myself deeper.
Traci’s fingers grabbed at my shaft and the head of my cock as I began withdrawing myself just enough to give me more length to crash back into her.
I opened my eyes and looked down at her hands as she feverishly pressed into her clit.
My dick turned into one big nerve.
Her ass came all the way off the bed and her back arched.
Our bodies became one.
I wanted to prolong the sensual agony for as long as possible. I knew it wouldn't be long before my body would gratefully surrender to the pleasure that comes from spilling into Traci.
I tried focusing on her lips but that didn't help. She was murmuring something indecipherable and watching her lips purse as they drew in short gasps of air was unbearable.
Looking at her wonderfully, firm breasts, bouncing and weaving from our motion, almost made me cum before I could distract myself.
Then her eyes, darting back and forth from one side of my face to the other, captured my attention. She was searching my face, desperate for me to give her consent to set herself free to enter into intense bliss that comes with sexual release.
Unable to contain the pent-up energy swelling in my own body, I nodded my approval.
I watched as her face fall apart. An expression of helplessness consumed her as the orgasm that had begged to be released broke free.
I can only imagine that my face mimicked hers.
Energy like liquid poured from our bodies.
Her orgasm became my orgasm. My climax became hers.
Taking her by the shoulders I dragged her to me. Burying my head in her hair I breathed out and came. Her pussy clenched onto my dick as she came.
With a single, body shaking thrust I raised her up off the bed, my body still in hers, and held her to my chest. I felt myself pulsing inside her body and, for an instant, it seemed as though we melted into one another.
Finally, completely spent and unable to control my arms any longer, I dropped her onto the bed.
We looked at each other and grinned. Then we smiled and we laughed. Then we laughed more – for no discernable reason... just like the first time I got the courage to ask if I could sit with her in the coffee shop.
Climbing onto the bed, I waited for her to scoot up so her head was on my chest. As we regained control over our breathing, my fingers traced random patterns over her arm.
“Hey, you,” she said, tapping my belly and looking up at me. “Thanks for protecting me in the elevator.”
In the most casual manner I could muster I replied, “Anytime Sweetness.”
Regardless of his station in life, a real man always wants to be a hero to his woman. And, as we lay together, I silently wondered if she could tell how much of a champion her simple acknowledgement of my willingness to protect her made me feel?
The afterglow of sex was settling in on our bodies. She snuggled against me, her leg overlapping mine and I held her close until I saw chill bumps forming on her breasts.
Grabbing a handful of covers, I drew them gently across her body.
Still tracing invisible doodles on her arm and back, I listened quietly and heard her drift off to sleep.
Reaching out, I turned off the light, told the table top speaker to stop and wrapped my arms around her.
Together, Traci and I joined each other in Sandman’s playground. A day well spent.
Fini
Beach House Getaway
Kaylene Serafina
Traci feels overworked, underappreciated and completely stressed out. She and Mike, her sexy-as-hell man, have gone to the beach for a little R&R but it's not working out for her.
Seeing his woman tensed to the point of being completely frazzled is simply not something Mike is going to put up with. So, on the spur of the moment, he pulls Traci into his arms, makes her join him on the sofa and ‘helps’ her forget all the troubles of the past week – in a delightfully naughty way.
If you’ve ever felt weary, exhausted and drained after a long week… you’ll love what Mike does to distract her and to get past her annoyance with ‘the world.’
Keep reading to get a sneak peek:
“Let’s put this down for you,” Mike's left hand stayed on her tummy so she wouldn’t try to escape while he took the computer tablet she was still holding and put it on a table behind the sofa on which they lay.
“Mike,” Traci began to complain and tried to get up. He pulled her back to his chest. She continued, “Really, I don’t have enough time for…”
Placing two fingers on her lips he gently silenced her.
“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise, this will give you some new ideas.”
You don't want to miss the way Mike gives his lovely submissive 'new ideas.'
Beach House Getaway... cumming soon!
About The Author
Kaylene Serafina
Kaylene’s passion for writing didn’t develop until her boyfriend submitted a story she’d written about their escapades. The reviews she received prompted her to start cataloging many of their sexual exploits. As for the boyfriend … she married him!
“I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that Pierce is the inspiration behind almost all the lead male characters in my stories. He’s loving and kind while also being brutally protective and unabashedly Alpha. He’s shared me with other men and I’ve done him with other women but, in the end, we’re always together. He is also my cohort in writing though he never wants me to tell anyone so… shhh – it’s our secret!”
You’re invited to join Kaylene as she describes, in vivid detail, the romance and adventures she’s had while exploring her sexuality.
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