want these to come off,” she whispered. “Please. I need you naked too…”
He made a sound of agreement in his throat, and he stood away from her. She turned onto her side to watch him. With a few practiced motions, his clothes were dropped to the ground, and now she could see him, gloriously naked in front of her. In the pure light of the day, she could see how perfect he was, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, to his well-sculpted feet. His cock stood out from his body proudly, and a part of her warmed to realize that he was already aroused just from the light touching that they had done.
“I need you.” She barely knew that she had said those words until she saw the shudder go through his body.
“You have no idea how much I need you,” he responded, coming lie behind her. He spooned her body. She could feel his heavy cock pressed against the curve of her buttocks, and the warmth of his body against hers.
With one arm pillowing her head, the other was free to stroke her throat, her breasts, the tender rise of her belly and the roundness of her hips. He kept his touch light, almost teasing, but it didn't stop the tingles of pleasure that ran through her from turning to true flames. When he ran his hand along her thighs, she couldn't stop herself from propping one leg up so he had access to the sweet wet flesh between. He chuckled a little, but there was a deeper note in that sound that made her breath catch.
At first, Augustine started as slowly and as gently as he had elsewhere. His fingertips, calloused from his work at sea, stroked against her tender flesh in the gentlest way, driving her slowly but surely out of her mind. It seemed like hours before he was willing to ease a finger even partially into her, another eternity before he grazed her clit.
By then, her hips were rising and falling with the beat of her heart, restlessly pressing herself up against his touch and yearning for more. Finally, she grabbed his hand with hers, pressing it more firmly against herself.
“Please!” she said, turning her head to look at him.
For a moment, he seemed torn. She could see that he intended this pleasurable torture to go on for much longer, but from the way his body was responding to hers, he must have been wondering how long he would last.
“I wanted to give you so much pleasure,” he began, but Anastasia cut him off.
“You have, you are, you will,” she promised. “And later, after we have rested, we can play again, and again if we wish. But right now, darling, everything in me is crying out for you. I need you, please…”
He looked torn for a moment, but then he nodded abruptly. He reached for a condom from the wicker hamper, but instead of putting it on himself, he handed it to her. Her own hands shaking more than she thought they would be, she tore the foil packet open and began smoothing the latex down his member. The feel of hot flesh between her hands made her shake with need, but she took more time with it than she needed to. She stroked the flesh, squeezing it a little, even reaching down to run her tongue along its length. By the time she was done and the condom was on Augustine securely, he was moving restlessly and breathing harder than he had before.
“Little witch,” he growled, dragging her up for a kiss.
“Turnabout's fair play,” she said huskily. “How are you going to get me back?”
She yelped a little when he spun her around, pressing her down to the bench again. Now she was on her knees and with another quick movement, he had her down on her elbows. His hands were heavier as he ran them down her rear, and now she could feel the blunt edge of his nails as well.
“Do it,” she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him. “Augustine…”
Before she could say another word, he came to kneel between her legs. With one quick motion, he buried himself deep inside her. He was completely still for a moment, and then he started moving. His thrusts were slow, but
He made a sound of agreement in his throat, and he stood away from her. She turned onto her side to watch him. With a few practiced motions, his clothes were dropped to the ground, and now she could see him, gloriously naked in front of her. In the pure light of the day, she could see how perfect he was, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, to his well-sculpted feet. His cock stood out from his body proudly, and a part of her warmed to realize that he was already aroused just from the light touching that they had done.
“I need you.” She barely knew that she had said those words until she saw the shudder go through his body.
“You have no idea how much I need you,” he responded, coming lie behind her. He spooned her body. She could feel his heavy cock pressed against the curve of her buttocks, and the warmth of his body against hers.
With one arm pillowing her head, the other was free to stroke her throat, her breasts, the tender rise of her belly and the roundness of her hips. He kept his touch light, almost teasing, but it didn't stop the tingles of pleasure that ran through her from turning to true flames. When he ran his hand along her thighs, she couldn't stop herself from propping one leg up so he had access to the sweet wet flesh between. He chuckled a little, but there was a deeper note in that sound that made her breath catch.
At first, Augustine started as slowly and as gently as he had elsewhere. His fingertips, calloused from his work at sea, stroked against her tender flesh in the gentlest way, driving her slowly but surely out of her mind. It seemed like hours before he was willing to ease a finger even partially into her, another eternity before he grazed her clit.
By then, her hips were rising and falling with the beat of her heart, restlessly pressing herself up against his touch and yearning for more. Finally, she grabbed his hand with hers, pressing it more firmly against herself.
“Please!” she said, turning her head to look at him.
For a moment, he seemed torn. She could see that he intended this pleasurable torture to go on for much longer, but from the way his body was responding to hers, he must have been wondering how long he would last.
“I wanted to give you so much pleasure,” he began, but Anastasia cut him off.
“You have, you are, you will,” she promised. “And later, after we have rested, we can play again, and again if we wish. But right now, darling, everything in me is crying out for you. I need you, please…”
He looked torn for a moment, but then he nodded abruptly. He reached for a condom from the wicker hamper, but instead of putting it on himself, he handed it to her. Her own hands shaking more than she thought they would be, she tore the foil packet open and began smoothing the latex down his member. The feel of hot flesh between her hands made her shake with need, but she took more time with it than she needed to. She stroked the flesh, squeezing it a little, even reaching down to run her tongue along its length. By the time she was done and the condom was on Augustine securely, he was moving restlessly and breathing harder than he had before.
“Little witch,” he growled, dragging her up for a kiss.
“Turnabout's fair play,” she said huskily. “How are you going to get me back?”
She yelped a little when he spun her around, pressing her down to the bench again. Now she was on her knees and with another quick movement, he had her down on her elbows. His hands were heavier as he ran them down her rear, and now she could feel the blunt edge of his nails as well.
“Do it,” she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him. “Augustine…”
Before she could say another word, he came to kneel between her legs. With one quick motion, he buried himself deep inside her. He was completely still for a moment, and then he started moving. His thrusts were slow, but
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