Fantasy Vignettes Pt. 01 Ch. 02

He placed his hands over hers and kissed her again. "Are you gonna tell me, or are you gonna make me beg?"

"Ooh, beg. I like that," she breathed, squeezing her thighs around his body.

"Yeah, but that might make your punishment worse. Do you want that?" He placed his hands on her waist, brushing up her torso and nearing her breast with each stroke.

"I'm a bad girl. Bad, bad, bad..." she repeated, pulling his head close and filling his mouth with her tongue. "I watched you."

He lightly brushed the underside of her breasts, teasing her and himself. "You did, did you? At the beach? You already told me that. I think you're hiding something from me," he said while nibbling at her ear.

His breath tickled her, and she arched her back in response, pushing her breasts into his chest. "No, not then. Again. Later. At night," she whispered, licking the spot right behind his ear.

"At night? I wasn't at the beach at night." He tried to keep his mind clear enough to hear her words, but her squeezes and licks were driving him crazy; he wanted to rip her panties and thrust into her over and over again. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the lush touch of her tongue on his earlobe.

"Yeah, at night. I was on the sundeck, and I could see inside your room." She ran her fingers underneath his shirt and pinched his nipples. "I couldn't sleep, and then I saw you, angry, horny, full of fire," she breathed, grasping his ass and pressing her heat into his.

Marc hardened even more when he remembered what he'd done that night--how he'd jerked off and spewed all over himself. The thought of her watching made him so hot. "You saw me, did you? And did you like what you saw?" he demanded, pushing up her shirt and licking her nipple through her bra. "Did you want me then?" he asked, using his tongue to pull out her puckered breast.

She gasped at the sensation of his tongue on her skin, and she pressed his head to her chest. "God, yes. I saw you running your hands on your cock, and I pretended it was me, my hands, my tongue. And you know what?" she said, slowly starting to rock on top of him. "I touched my wet, throbbing clit and pretended you were fucking me instead of your hand."

Marc bucked underneath her, and he snarled, grabbing her for a hard, intense kiss. "You are a bad, bad girl, and you need to be punished." He yanked her blouse off and pushed her to the side, making her skirt fly up and her ass protrude sexily. He rubbed it, feeling her heat and her cum starting to moisten her thighs.

"I'm not sorry. I wanted you. I want you." She reached for his belt buckle, trying to loosen his hard cock.

"No. Not yet. You don't get that yet. I need to spank you first." And with a hard thwack, he began slapping her juicy ass.

"Fuck. Oh, god," she cried out, feeling the stinging pleasure of his hand. He kept it up, smacking her ass, hitting her while his other hand rubbed her clit. The harshness of his palm contrasting with the smoothness of his fingers drove her mad. He did this repeatedly until she felt herself flying up, tightening, and then exploding. "Shit, Marc!" she yelled, her fingers tightening around the supporting pillow. She screamed into the couch and then let her body fall into his lap, her orgasm still trembling through her.

Marc pulled her body close and began kissing her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Marc murmured, his hands running through her hair.

"God, no, that was amazing," she said, "but now it's your turn." She pulled at his belt buckle and unzipped him. His cock sprung up, hard and wet with pre-cum. She slid down his legs and knelt before him.

"What are you doing-oh god," Marc moaned as Liz slowly licked his cock from base to tip. He tightened his fingers in her hair, loving the feel of her head moving over his cock.

"So yummy," she said, licking and sucking him, swirling her tongue around his slit and tasting him. She skated her lips down his entire shaft and then up again, moaning so that he felt the vibrations.

"Fuck, Liz," Marc cried out. He lifted his arms as she pulled off his t-shirt and then threw his head back as she resumed giving him incredible head.

"You like?" she asked, in between licks, eyeing him coyly from her kneeling position.

He pulled her up and kissed her fervently, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth. "God, pet, you taste so good."

"You, too," she said with a smirk. She yelped as he picked her up and switched their places, Marc now kneeling in front of her.

He began suckling her nipples, and she rubbed her legs against him, loving the feel of her skin against his. "Oh, Marc...I knew you'd be like this. Knew it'd be hot from the moment I saw you," she babbled, his movements making her crazy with lust.

Continuing his kisses down her front, he tongued her navel. "Wanted you from the moment I saw you. Feeling your hot little hands around my waist. Best bike ride ever." He reached up to kiss her on the mouth again before returning to his attack on her breasts. He lightly bit her nipple and suckled her, enjoying the way her nipples hardened and arched into his mouth.

Liz pulled him close for a kiss and caressed his cock, rubbing her thumb over his seeping slit. Then she yelped in surprise as he picked her up and switched their places with her ass landing on his thighs. She rubbed her pussy against his thick rod and felt her wetness soaking him. "You want me?" she teased, reaching back to fondle his balls.

He grabbed her face for a bruising kiss and then ran his hands down her thighs, moving to caress her wetness. skimming a finger against her pussy lips, he brought his finger to his mouth, licked it, and said, "I think you want me, too."

"Marc," she breathed, arching her hips to let him in.

"Liz," he moaned, pressing his cock forward to graze her buzzing clit.

"Now," she cried out, pushing herself against his flesh.

And then finally, she raised her hips over him and then slid his large cock into her wetness. They both groaned with pleasure. At first they went slowly, tongues tangling together, hands squeezing and rubbing and sliding over skin. But the heat became too much, and they both wanted more, needed more.

Marc thrust hard into her pussy, clenching her hips and driving himself harder into her. Legs spread, head thrown back, Liz whimpered with pleasure, loving the way her clit was buzzing and her tits were bouncing. She pressed Marc's face against her breasts, wanting to feel his tongue against her nipples.

She felt herself getting close, and she clenched her pussy against his thrusting cock, wanting to keep him there forever.

Marc felt her tighten, and it only spurred him on further, harder, deeper. He gripped her hips fiercely, skin slapping against skin. He kissed her neck, enjoying the way she threw her head back and moaned in delight, and then his body grew rigid, readying for climax. Liz felt it and grabbed his face to kiss him, wanting his lips on hers when they came. With one final thrust, Marc stiffened with pleasure and groaned into the kiss.

Liz shuddered with satisfaction, her clit throbbing with aftershocks. She squeezed her pussy, wanting every last drop of cum inside her. They breathed heavily in each other's arms, savoring the moment.

"You know, if you're interested in taking videos as well as photos, I'm willing to be your model," Marc teased, his breath still a little unsteady.

Liz giggled into his neck, still heady from her orgasm. "Oh, I didn't tell you I was taping this whole thing?"

"I hope you're serious," Marc said, his hands caressing her body. "And I'm more than willing to do it again, if you think we need more practice."

"Hmm. Maybe after a nap," Liz said, letting her exhausted body lean into his.

"Sounds like a plan." Marc lifted her up, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and headed for the bedroom. Slipping inside the covers, they fell asleep in each other's arms.