So with regards to this, we could discuss things like… I’ve been thinking about:
Post beach days with Joe. You’ve spent the whole day either lounging on the beach either talking to one another, reading, watching an episode or two on your phone while sunbathing or cooling down in the sea. The beach staff have provided endless drinks and snacks, ensuring you didn’t need to go far.
But being back in your villa was now another matter. You’ve showered, washed off the days sweat, sea salt and sand. The towel is barely covering you as you lay on the bed, mind racing back over memories of the way he’d looked beside you or as he’d stepped out of the sea and walked towards you looking like an actual God.
The veins in his biceps, forearms and thighs were veining, his muscles drawing the attention of most of the women in the area who did not hide their blatant admiration and you couldn’t blame them. How you hadn’t begged him to come back to your room early was a test of your patience and inner strength.
He emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel hanging low on his hips and your eyes are drawn to the natural lines of the V marks of his hips that you fully intend to trace with your tongue.
“You’ve been looking at me like that all afternoon baby.” He says as he pauses near to you but out of reach.
“I will not apologise for finding my man attractive.” You fire back and try to reach out to him, only to narrow your eyes when he takes a step back. His hand strokes over the obvious swelling at his thighs, fingers lightly tracing over the bulge that continues to thicken before your very eyes.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Sucking your cock if I’m honest.”
“I do like your honesty. Open.” He instructs and you do so, shuffling to the end of bed as he beckons you forward and you open your mouth willingly.
He’s not fully hard yet but he slaps the first few inches against your tongue and you give a small whine of appreciation. Your lips wrap around the thick head of his dick and you swirl your tongue around it. When he doesn’t move other than to fully let the towel drop to the floor or say anything else, you begin to sink your lips down and back to the tip again, keeping a slow rhythm.
“You’re so good to me,” he says when half of his cock is within your mouth, your throat working to keep your gag reflex in check while he hardens up fully. “You always take me so well.”
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