“We can come as often as you want,” he had said after we made love that first night. “Everything's better with you.”
That night, Taylor prepared a meal like he always did. I told him he didn’t have to while we were on vacation, but he loved cooking too much to take a break from it. We explored a local market and brought back the best-looking ingredients and had incredibly fresh meals every night.
When we finished, we drifted back to our room. It had a large window and glass doors that faced the ocean. I walked over and pulled the large curtain in front of it. The ocean was a beautiful sight to wake up to, but this time was private.
Once the room was comfortably dark, lit only by a few candles. I slipped off my bikini top and bottoms. I watched Taylor’s eyes look me up and down. He always looked at my body like it was new for him and he was always just as hungry as the first time. He slipped off his trunks and revealed his hardening cock.
Without a word I walked past him, stroking a hand down his arm as I passed. I stepped behind him into the bathroom and started the shower. He joined me and together we slowly washed off the beach and the ocean. While we showered, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. But he held off, the anticipation of the night building. We had all the time in the world, he could wait.
We toweled off and headed back to the bedroom. He couldn’t wait anymore and turned me around until I was pulled up against his chest. He captured my mouth in a needy kiss, his tongue immediately seeking out mine. I tasted the sea on his lips. His hands gripped my ass and lifted me slightly so he could get his tongue deeper. I sighed into his mouth. I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I ran my fingers through his still damp hair until I heard and felt him growl into me.
I needed more. I pulled him with me to the bed as we continued to kiss quickly and desperately. I turned him around and put a hand on his chest. I broke out kiss and made a show of pushing him down on the bed. He landed back, spread open before me. He put his hands behind his head and grinned up at me. I licked my lips and dipped down.
I put my hands on his thighs and trailed my nails up the sensitive skin. He thrust slightly at the contact. I wrapped my hands around his cock, jerking up and down until he was fully hard before me.
“Lydia,” he groaned, his eyes squeezed closed.
I smiled and put my mouth on his cock, kissing the tip. I kissed up and down his shaft, occasionally teasing with a flutter of the tip of my tongue. His groans became more and more insistent. Finally, I took him in my mouth. My first time that I took him as deep as I could go. Back to my throat. Then I eased back, only taking him and inch at a time, occasionally bobbing back up to lick the tip. By all the jerking and moaning he was making, I knew I was driving him crazy.
“Please baby,” he begged.
I liked making him beg as much as I loved begging him. I went faster and faster, using my tongue to lick stripes up and down his cock. I was going to make him come. With a final thrust down my throat, Taylor came, and I swallowed. I slowly removed my lips and gave his cock another gentle kiss.
“Come here,” he growled roughly.
I crawled over to him and we kissed again. I bet he could still taste himself on me.
“Let me,” he said and pulled me over him.
I settled over him and he started to kiss up my thighs leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, I felt his nose brush against my clit. I had already been wet from the noises Taylor made as I pleasured him, but I felt myself grow hotter. He didn’t give my clit any more attention, instead made his way over to my entrance licking the folds. Without warning, he thrust his tongue inside of me, causing me to gasp and then sigh with pleasure. He moved his tongue around, each time he ate me out, he got better each time-which boggled my fogged mind when his mouth skills were already incredible. He knew he could get me off quickly this way, but just like me, he decided to take his time. He didn’t thrust his tongue back, instead slowly moved it in and out, sometimes only gently playing at my folds with the tip of tongue. It was hardly any stimulation, but it made me thrust forward into him.
“Patience,” he whispered before brushing against my clit again.
My voice hitched. “Who’s talking now?”
I felt his smile and then he began furiously licking at my clit. I wasn’t ready for the sudden wave of stimulation. I felt my orgasm rise and rise suddenly. There wasn’t a slow lead up, it all came crashing over me at once. I shuddered and came into his mouth like he did to me. After I finished, leaving only the tingles of orgasms behind, I rolled off of him and laid on my back next to him, trying to catch my breath. He always seemed to bring me to new heights every time he brought me to orgasm. It was like we were made for each other, that we could please each other so completely.
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