Day 2 Villa Taking Turns - After Dick, there was Henry
Dick opened the door, and there was Henry, his face etched with a smug smile. He stepped in, his eyes devouring the sight of my naked body as if he hadn't seen enough of it already. The room was suddenly too warm, the air thick with the anticipation of what was to come.
"My turn," he announced, his voice a dark purr that sent shivers down my spine.
He closed the door and dragged me to the bathroom, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. Henry's eyes never left mine as he spun me around, pressing my back against the vanity mirror. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the candles flickering on the edge of the tub, casting shadows that danced across his face. His smile was a devilish promise, and I couldn't help but return it, eager for what he had in store.
He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants, pulling out a blindfold. "Trust me," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as he secured the silk over my eyes. The sudden darkness heightened my other senses, making the sound of his zipper echo in the quiet room. His scent, a heady mix of cologne and lust, filled my nostrils.
With a firm grip, Henry guided me to the shower, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. He turned on the water, the sound of the spray filling the air as he stepped in behind me. The water cascaded over us, the droplets stinging my skin, making it hyper-sensitive to his touch. His hands slid over my body, tracing patterns that I couldn't anticipate, making me gasp and shiver with every stroke.
The warm water sluiced down my back, mingling with the sweat from our earlier exertions. His touch grew bolder, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing the sensitive tips. I leaned into him, my head thrown back as the water pounded against my neck, the sensation both relaxing and arousing. The blindfold made every touch more intense, my imagination filling in the details that my eyes couldn't see.
Henry's mouth found my neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin as his hands roamed my body. He reached down, sliding a finger into my wetness, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. His chuckle was low and sinister, the vibrations traveling through me. He withdrew his hand, and I heard the sound of a bottle cap being opened. A cold slickness coated my skin as he applied something to my body, the scent of mint and coconut oil filling the steamy air.
My breath hitched as his fingers slid lower, one digit pressing gently against my anus. The sensation was strange and thrilling, the coolness of the oil a stark contrast to the heat of the water and my own desire. He worked the tip of his finger in, the pressure building until I felt myself open up to him. It was a gentle invasion, a teasing promise of what was to come.
He moved his hand, his finger slipping in deeper, the feeling both foreign and exhilarating. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and the sensation was unlike anything I could have imagined. The tightness gave way to a feeling of fullness as he began to move it in and out, his rhythm matching the pounding of the water. I could feel my body responding, my pussy growing wetter, my breath coming in short gasps.
As his finger worked my anus, Henry's other hand found my clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub with a masterful touch. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but push back against him, seeking more. The water washed over us, muffling the sounds of our moans and gasps, creating a cocoon of intimacy amidst the steam.
With the slickness of the oil, his finger moved deeper, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel him growing more aroused, his cock pressing against my back. His free hand wrapped around my throat, his grip firm but not painful, a silent reminder of his dominance. I gasped as he inserted another finger, the sensation of being filled both inside and out sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
My body was his plaything, and I reveled in it, my hips moving in time with his fingers, the water beating against my skin like a million tiny caresses. The sound of the shower was a constant backdrop, a white noise that blocked out the world outside of us. It was just me, Henry, and the insatiable need that burned within us both.
With a suddenness that took my breath away, Henry removed his fingers, the absence making me whine in protest. His chuckle was dark and low, the sound of a man who knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. He turned me around to face him, his erection stand out like a beacon of temptation.
The blindfold was still in place, making the sensation of his hands on my body even more intense. He grabbed my face, tilting it up to meet his kiss, his mouth claiming mine with a fierceness that stole the air from my lungs. His tongue danced with mine, tasting of whiskey and desire, as he guided me out of the shower and onto the plush bath mat.
The cool air hit my skin, sending goosebumps racing over me, and I shivered, not from cold but from anticipation. Henry chuckled, his hands moving to my waist, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above my hipbones. He bent down, his teeth scraping along my jaw as he whispered, "Don't worry, Sally. I'll keep you warm."
And with that, he lifted me with ease, his arms like steel bands around my waist. I wrapped my legs around his, my heels digging into his firm buttocks. The blindfold made the world disorienting, my other senses heightened to a fever pitch. I could hear the rustle of the bedcovers as he laid me down, the faint creak of the mattress springs. The smell of the coconut oil still lingered, mixing with the scent of our combined arousal.
The mattress dipped as he settled between my legs, the coolness of his skin a stark contrast to the warmth of the water still clinging to me. He took his time, his tongue tracing the line of my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone, and finally, to my nipples. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, making me arch up off the bed. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me crying out. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending sparks of sensation straight to my core.
As he feasted on my breasts, his hand slid down my stomach to my pussy, his fingers parting my folds with ease. He stroked my clit in slow, deliberate circles, his touch light and teasing. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. The anticipation was agonizing, my body begging for release, but he was in no hurry.
With a final, hard suck on my nipple, Henry kissed a path down my body, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His breath was hot against my pussy, his tongue darting out to taste my arousal. I writhed beneath him, the sensation of his mouth on me driving me wild.
He spread my legs wider, his tongue delving into my depths, exploring every inch of my slick, sensitive flesh. I could feel myself tightening around him, my body eager for his cock, but he remained elusive, his mouth and fingers playing me like a finely tuned instrument. The pressure built, a crescendo of pleasure that had me gripping the sheets, my knuckles white with the effort of not screaming out.
Finally, Henry gave in to the inevitable, his cock sliding into me with a groan. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, the fullness of his girth combined with the slickness of the oil making every movement a delicious friction that had me panting and gasping for more. He took his time, drawing out every stroke, building the tension until I was a live wire, ready to snap.
His hand found my throat again, his grip tightening slightly, a silent demand for me to submit. And submit I did, my body arching into his touch, my pussy clenching around his cock. He began to move faster, the sound of our flesh slapping together a testament to our shared passion.
The world outside of us ceased to exist, the only reality the feel of his body on mine, his cock moving within me, the heat of his breath against my skin. The blindfold heightened everything, making each sensation more intense, more real. I could feel the orgasm building, a storm on the horizon, threatening to engulf me whole.
And then, without warning, it was upon me, a wave of pleasure so intense that it stole my breath away. I bucked and writhed, my body a tapestry of sensation as I rode the crest of my climax. Henry's own release was not far behind, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into me, his groan a testament to his satisfaction.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies entwined, the scent of sex and coconut oil hanging in the air. The blindfold was still in place, the darkness a comforting embrace that allowed me to revel in the aftermath of our encounter. It was a moment of perfect stillness, the culmination of a night filled with passion and discovery.
But as the haze of pleasure began to lift, I was reminded of the others waiting for their turn.
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