The Bikini Diaries by Lacey Alexander, cey Alexander

hands up his thighs, focusing on the bulge in his khakis and listening to the hot sigh he emitted above. She began to work at his belt, zipper, pleased when, although still hidden behind dark silk boxers, the full column of his erection pushed free from the open pants.
    She ran the flat of her palm over the silken length, listening to Brandon's low groan. And she wanted to please him so badly, wanted to excite him more than she'd ever wanted to
    excite a man before. Yes, this dress had been a mistake. All hesitation on her part—of
    any kind—had been a mistake. She wanted to be wild for him in every way, wanted to
    prove to him, and herself, that she was just as naughty as she claimed.
    Reaching inside the silk, she wrapped her fist around hot steel and released his jutting cock from his underwear. Oh God, the very sight of it—so close up—made her chest
    contract, her heart beat faster. It looked even bigger from this angle, small veins lining the hard length, the rounded head dotted with moisture. Big, powerful. She could still feel the way it .had pumped into her last night, the memory turning her breath shallow.
    Instinctually, she squeezed and caressed, aware of music and laughter in the distance yet feeling as if the darkness cocooned them. "So hard," she whispered into the sea breeze, then licked him, dragging her tongue from the bottom all the way to the top of the shaft.
    She looked up at him as she reached the tip, swirling her tongue to lick away the pre-
    come gathered there. She felt it in her pussy, and his low growl heightened the sensation.
    His fingertips caressed her cheeks, raking back through her hair as he gazed down at her.
    "Do it, baby," he prodded. "Go down on me."
    Never in her life would Wendy have imagined that being in such a submissive position
    could bring her so much pleasure. Never in her life had she enjoyed obeying a man's
    commands. But the woman she had become in this game made all that different.
    Opening wide and flattening her tongue against her bottom lip, she lowered her mouth
    over the sizable head of his cock, and sank down. The sensation of taking him inside her that way barreled through her like hot liquid, racing down her throat, through her chest, making her gush with still more dampness in her panties. Above her, a ragged moan
    escaped him as his fingers threaded through her hair. "God, baby, yeah," he said.
    Then she simply closed her eyes and fucked him with her mouth. Up and down, again,
    again, and deeper, a little deeper with each descent, making his length wet so that her lips slid more easily. Below, she grasped the root of his cock and fondled his balls, but
    mostly, she just felt the way he filled her mouth and let delivering such pleasure bring Her more pleasure than this particular act ever had.
    She tipped back her head as far as possible, yearning for him to watch her, wanting to
    look obscene and hungry for him. She drank in his moans like a sweet, fueling elixir that pushed her further into passionate oblivion. When he began to thrust slightly, she wanted more—so she looked up at his face and hoped he saw that in her eyes.
    With every passing second, she grew more intoxicated on pleasuring him, continuing to
    feel amazed by his size and even more amazed that she could swallow so much of it.
    Everything took on a sense of eroticism—the air around her was sweet with it, the sound
    of laughter and music in the distance sang with it, even the way the hard wooden planks
    beneath her bit into her knees somehow felt erotic.
    "God, baby, good," he breathed above her. "You suck me so fucking good, honey."
    She even liked that he held her head in place now, that she couldn't back off of his
    erection if she wanted to, that he was virtually in control of her now. And the very
    awareness of liking that filled her chest with a strange, heady pleasure... a certain self-knowledge... self-acceptance ... and full-on lust that she'd never felt before.
    Above her, his