Interlude 17-77

He rams his cock in as his hands pull her hips back. "Come on baby, fuck me" he says. His voice is deep; she loves to hear him talk to her amid their passion.

"Ahhhh," she screams as her body convulses.

"Oh God. Here it comes!" she hears him say.

His thrusts become spasms, as his seed spurts inside of her. Jets of white cum flood her from within, as he finds release. She clenches her internal muscles, trying to time grasping his shaft with his jerking spasms. She knew he liked that immensely, even if he was too occupied at the moment to say so. Their bodies jerk together as the final waves of pleasure begin to subside. He relaxes down onto her thighs, looking down. The pool of coconut oil, mixed with their perspiration has slickened every inch of her body.

He lays down on top of her, relaxing as he catches his breath. He slides his legs down, until they are lying outside of hers. His body is almost completely covering hers, capturing it underneath him. However, its not as if she is interested in moving, or getting away! As far as she is concerned, their afterglow could remain all afternoon.

"Damn woman, that was amazing!" he whispers breathlessly. "I bought the massage for you, but I think I came out on top."

She giggles, "Well, yeah, you are on top."

After about 10 minutes of recovering and cuddling, they towel off. After getting dressed they leave the cabana, and take a walk along the beach. Words are not necessary; it is obvious they were both enjoying each other and the freedom from their complicated lives.

That night, after they enjoy an amazing surf and turf dinner on the beach, they sway together on the dance floor to the sound of a familiar song, adapted to an island bongo beat. He buries his face in her flowing dark hair, blown by the ocean breeze. He breaths in her fragrance, and admires the sparkling earrings he bought her in the market earlier that day glimmering against her creamy skin. He nuzzles his face against her skin, kissing along the base of her neck. A soft moan escapes her throat.

She smiles as his hands migrate through the deep opening down the back of her sundress. It won't be long before he discovers she is as bare as the day she was born underneath. His fingers extend down her ass, as she feels his manhood grow against her leg. He whispers in her ear, "I think it's time to explore that pussy of yours on our private patio." She argues "we never get to dance, can't we stay a little longer?"

She sees a wicked smile cross his face. He says, "Not when you tease me with that ass of yours. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

She looks at him with eyebrows raised, not sure of his question. But before she can ask him to repeat what he said, he scoops her up in his arms. He throws her over his shoulder holding her legs with the crook of his arm as he strides off the dance floor toward their room. She is so shocked by his move that she shrieks and kicks her feet, but she quickly realizes he does not plan to put her down until they are in the room again. The other patrons in the bar all look at them, some wondering what the hell was going on, others wishing they were doing the same thing.

After opening the door to their room, he allows her to swing down onto her feet. As the door closes behind them, he grabs her around the waist. Pulling her in tight, completely controlling her, he kisses her deep and longingly. Their lips part and tongues dancing together as any thought of the outside world fades away. His lips trace down her jaw to her neck, his tongue teasing her skin as his hands slide down her body. They curve around her waist and grab her ass, pulling her hard against him.

Taking her by the hand, he leads her through the open French doors of their room. She gasps as she sees the display before her. The soft glow of lights twinkle against the night sky . The balcony is artfully draped to serve as their own private dance floor. He has once again excelled in the details of romance! In the corner of the patio is a table with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne glasses for two. Opposite the table is a futon folded out and made up with maroon satin sheets turned down, waiting for its occupants. Across one pillow is a single white rose.

The smile on his face says he is very proud of this crowning achievement. She has long since reconciled that his greatest joy is the element of surprise. Taking his hand in hers, she walks toward their dance floor. Their steps quickly fall in synch as they begin to sway together to the sound of the Eagles crooning "Desperado" from the CD player on the table.

She takes his face in her hands, stroking down his jawline, palms meeting at his chin. She giggles, and grips his chin with her right hand, dropping her left. "You bastard, you manhandled me in front of all those people so you could shamelessly seduce me in your lair. Your plan is working quite nicely."

She kisses him long and deep, while runnig her hands across his shoulders and down his chest. She drops her hands to run down his abdomen to his package. She wraps her hands around his balls and says "I think I threatened to cut these off if you stop. The threat still holds, don't stop now either!"

Her eyes glow with desire as she unbuttons his khakis. Pushing against him, she backs him up against the futon, and lets his pants drop to the ground. She pushes her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them down his legs to his feet. She bends to remove his sandals, and the tangle of pants and underwear from his feet. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulls it up over her head as she stands. She stands between his knees, naked, skin glowing from the flicker of the lights. After removing his shirt, she raises her knee to push him over onto the bed. As he scoots back onto the bed she climbs between his legs. She her hand lightly strokes the warrior between his legs, which is not surprisingly standing at full attention. She looks directly into his eyes, and teasingly licks her lips. She opens her mouth and engulfs his manhood fully. Pausing just a moment on her downward stroke, she once again looks up at him. The angle is not easy, but she wants him to see her face with his cock's full length buried in it. She then withdraws, and traces her tongue over the length of his shaft, stopping briefly to tickle the tip. He's going to get the teasing she got on the massage table earlier that day!

He watches her movements. Her playful effort to tease him is not unnoticed. He knows she has the power to bring him to the edge quickly from that position. She has shown a habit of taking him to the edge and then backing off. Normally, he appreciates this teasing and buildup, but he is not in the mood to wait this time. He reaches for her arms and pulls him up his body until she is poised directly above his dick.

Reaching down with both hands, her fingers find her labia and spread the lips apart. Slowly, she relaxes down onto his shaft. Her opening and his shaft find each other with no help. She wiggles her hips slightly as she continues to lower herself onto him. Here eyes close. Her hands leave her lips, and travel up to her tits. Her fingers tweak her nipples, though they are already as hard as they can be.

Reaching bottom, her eyes open and find his face. Her lips pucker, and she fires an air-kiss off at him. Her hips start slowly gyrating, driving his cock up inside as far as it can possibly go.

She then leans back, placing her hands on the futon just to the outside of his legs. This exposes her shaved pussy to him.. As she continues to gyrate, he sees his shaft sliding in and out between her labia. It glistens in the flickering light, slick with her natural lubricant.

After a couple of minutes, she leans to her right, placing all of her weight on the right hand. Her left hand slides down to her pussy. The middle finger finds her clit, and starts rubbing it in time with his cock's movements. She looks down between her breast at his face, and notices it is transfixed on what is taking place below their waistlines. For a fleeting moment, she wishes they could change places. Although he had produced that DVD for her some months ago, she wondered what it would be like to actually see her from his eyes.

Closing her eyes, she moans, then leaning forward she grips the headboard. Her breasts hover above his face. She positions her left breast over his lips. He looks deeply at the silver dollar sized nipple dangling just out of reach form his hungry mouth. Taking in the rich, red color, he marvels at how distinct it is against the pale white mass of the breast. He has always considered her nipples as one of the most attractive parts of her body, and he can never give them enough attention.

His tongue darts out and flicks the very tip of the nipple. Her nipples are amazing, the actual tip itself is a full half inch long when aroused, and almost a half inch in diameter. They are wonderful to suck on, and it is all he can do to restrain himself from biting down. How he wished he had been close during her child bearing years -- to draw milk from her beautiful mammaries would have been heavenly!

They begin to slowly rock back and forth as he sucks. His hand caresses her other breast, fingers rolling the nipple. Her moans become more intense.

Moving her hands down to clasp his shoulders, her pace quickens. He grabs her hips, alternately pulling and pushing them in rhythm with his strokes. He feels her body begin to stiffen and he knows she won't last long. She is grinding into him, getting as much friction on her clit as she can.

He sees her teeth clench, and her eyes roll back. Her hands grab his head, and pull him into the valley between her breasts. His head cocks to one side, her nipple is still in his mouth. It has to be creating just a little bit of pain for the tip of her tit, which is probably intensifying her approach to orgasm.

Knowing she's at the edge, he moves his hands up to her shoulders. Grasping them, he pulls down on her torso as hard as he can. This drives his cock up into her, hitting the G-spot with a vengeance. He stays there, arching his back to keep his shaft rigid, and pushing against her clit.

Animalistic groans escape from her, as the first jet of cum fires out from the tip of his cock. He feels this orgasm intently. Having cum once already today, this load is coming from deep within. His balls are releasing it with intense spasms, and he feels each and every spurt as it travels up his cock and escapes into her warmth.

Gradually, their spasms subside. He relaxes back onto the futon, with her exhausted body following. His member stays in place, until it becomes too flaccid to maintain its presence. Both of them feel it as it frees itself from her, and then the coolness on their private parts as the copious amounts of fluids, hers and his, are touched by the gentle air flowing around them.

The ocean breeze brushes against their sweaty bodies, the candles flicker quietly in the background. They are completely content to lie in the other's arms, no words being necessary, they drift off to sleep. What a perfect day at the beach! *

Auth Note -- I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read.