sex, was more inclined to close her eyes and let the sensations take over. But watching Drew, his big, strong body kneeling in front of her like some kind of supplicant, his harshly handsome face so focused as he drover her higher and higher.
Mesmerized, she watched his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh, could feel but not see them as they teased at the entrance of her body. She moaned in combined pleasure and frustration as they thrust high and hard, stroking, twisting inside her as his tongue lashed her clit.
She wanted to see... everything. Wanted to see his fingers slipping in and out. Wanted to see his cock sink deep inside then slide back out, covered in her juice.
"Stop, stop," she said, breathless as she tugged his mouth away from her.
He looked up, a little dazed.
She tugged him to his feet with shaky hands. "I want you inside me, now." She forced her fingers to cooperate as she untied the laces at the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down his hips.
Her hand closed around his cock. Just the feel of it, so thick and hot in her hand was enough to sent a jolt of need to her pussy so fierce it bordered on painful.
"Hold on," Drew said, pulling away from her grasping hands. He turned off the water and went back inside the bathroom and returned with several foil packets clutched in his right fist.
"Aren't you coming in?" He gestured with his head to the bathroom which led to the master.
Wendy grabbed his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction, toward the pair of thickly cushioned teak loungers. "I want to fuck you out here," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "And I want to see everything."
Drew's gray eyes flared with heat, and he tumbled her back onto a lounger with no further delay. Wendy's giggle at the eagerness that matched her own changed quickly to a gasp of pleasure as the thick club of his erection seared the skin of her belly.
God, she loved how he felt on top of her, big and huge, capable of overpowering her without even breaking a sweat.
But he'd had his taste of power last night. Now it was her turn.
She pressed her hands against his shoulders, urging him to his back. "I want to ride you," she whispered as she sucked his earlobe between her teeth.
He flipped onto his back and she settled on top, her knees on either side of his legs. God he was so gorgeous. She took a few moments to drink him in, his face tight with need, every muscle standing out in stark anticipation of her next move.
And his cock, standing huge and thick from between his slightly parted legs, the broad head dark purple with need and reaching all the way up to his belly button.
She bent her head, unable to resist one little taste. She watched as her pink tongue met the darker flesh, savored the smooth texture and the salty, musky taste.
She was tempted to suck him down her throat, pump him in her fist until he came in thick, hot spurts in her mouth.
But she was selfish.
She gave him one last soft kiss and sat up, grabbing one of the condoms about to slip from his now slack fist. "Let me," she insisted when he tried to stop her.
He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the sight of her slender, delicate hands stroking the latex down the length of his shaft. She could see his throat working as he swallowed hard, see his knuckles standing out, stark white as his hands held the thick cushion in a death grip.
Gripping him tight around the base, she positioned herself over him, gasping as she watched the broad head slipped between the wet lips of her pussy.
She braced her hands on his chest, biting her lip at the tight, stretched feeling as she sank all the way down, until their bodies were melded together. She held him there for several seconds, her back arched as her body adjusted to the thick invasion.
"That's it baby," he said, his voice a low rumble, "take me deep. Take me all the way."
She kept her head down, angled so she could watch as her hips started a slow, rocking rhythm. She loved
Mesmerized, she watched his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh, could feel but not see them as they teased at the entrance of her body. She moaned in combined pleasure and frustration as they thrust high and hard, stroking, twisting inside her as his tongue lashed her clit.
She wanted to see... everything. Wanted to see his fingers slipping in and out. Wanted to see his cock sink deep inside then slide back out, covered in her juice.
"Stop, stop," she said, breathless as she tugged his mouth away from her.
He looked up, a little dazed.
She tugged him to his feet with shaky hands. "I want you inside me, now." She forced her fingers to cooperate as she untied the laces at the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down his hips.
Her hand closed around his cock. Just the feel of it, so thick and hot in her hand was enough to sent a jolt of need to her pussy so fierce it bordered on painful.
"Hold on," Drew said, pulling away from her grasping hands. He turned off the water and went back inside the bathroom and returned with several foil packets clutched in his right fist.
"Aren't you coming in?" He gestured with his head to the bathroom which led to the master.
Wendy grabbed his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction, toward the pair of thickly cushioned teak loungers. "I want to fuck you out here," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "And I want to see everything."
Drew's gray eyes flared with heat, and he tumbled her back onto a lounger with no further delay. Wendy's giggle at the eagerness that matched her own changed quickly to a gasp of pleasure as the thick club of his erection seared the skin of her belly.
God, she loved how he felt on top of her, big and huge, capable of overpowering her without even breaking a sweat.
But he'd had his taste of power last night. Now it was her turn.
She pressed her hands against his shoulders, urging him to his back. "I want to ride you," she whispered as she sucked his earlobe between her teeth.
He flipped onto his back and she settled on top, her knees on either side of his legs. God he was so gorgeous. She took a few moments to drink him in, his face tight with need, every muscle standing out in stark anticipation of her next move.
And his cock, standing huge and thick from between his slightly parted legs, the broad head dark purple with need and reaching all the way up to his belly button.
She bent her head, unable to resist one little taste. She watched as her pink tongue met the darker flesh, savored the smooth texture and the salty, musky taste.
She was tempted to suck him down her throat, pump him in her fist until he came in thick, hot spurts in her mouth.
But she was selfish.
She gave him one last soft kiss and sat up, grabbing one of the condoms about to slip from his now slack fist. "Let me," she insisted when he tried to stop her.
He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the sight of her slender, delicate hands stroking the latex down the length of his shaft. She could see his throat working as he swallowed hard, see his knuckles standing out, stark white as his hands held the thick cushion in a death grip.
Gripping him tight around the base, she positioned herself over him, gasping as she watched the broad head slipped between the wet lips of her pussy.
She braced her hands on his chest, biting her lip at the tight, stretched feeling as she sank all the way down, until their bodies were melded together. She held him there for several seconds, her back arched as her body adjusted to the thick invasion.
"That's it baby," he said, his voice a low rumble, "take me deep. Take me all the way."
She kept her head down, angled so she could watch as her hips started a slow, rocking rhythm. She loved
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