He sucks me hard, his hands coming up to grip my tits, stroking and massaging them. His work-hardened thumb slides back and forth over the other nipple as he teases me, nipping meplayfully with his teeth and undoing me with his skilled tongue and mouth. I desperately need to feel his talent in other places.
He changes sides, sucking me hard, to the point of pain, before biting my nipple. I gasp at the hard tease of his teeth on my flesh, my pussy tightening and begging for friction.
Drawing back and holding my tits in his hands, savoring their weight and feel, he exclaims, “These tits are mine. All mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I belong to you, and you make me feel so good.” My voice strains over the last few words as waves of pleasure wash over me. He leans in again, tongue circling and lapping at my nipples.
“I can make you feel better,” he says with a naughty grin, eyes searching mine.
I nod. “Yes, please. Make me feel amazing. I trust you completely.”
His eyes darken at the last statement, and his jaw and shoulder muscles relax slightly. “Good,” he says. “You can always trust me.”
My heart pounds behind my ribs as I lean back against the rock, time slowing down to the rhythm of my chest rising and falling and the simmer in his face. Pushing me up higher onto the rock, his eyes go black as he bends my legs, spreading them and sliding one over each shoulder.
I exhale sharply, feeling unsteady, like I might tip into the water. I grasp the boulder with my hands, struggling for a decent grip.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m afraid I’ll slip and tumble into the water.” My eyes dart around nervously. “And I’m worried about people watching us.”
A deep, dark laugh like black-strap molasses answers me. “Maybe in San Francisco. But out here? It’s just you and me with nobody to save you.”
My heart skips, but his flirtatious expression, illuminated in the moonlight, makes it clear he’s only teasing. Something about this moment feels so forbidden. Like I’m giving my virginity to a stranger, even though I’ve corresponded with this man for months now and am technically his mail-order bride.
Raising my chin, I say boldly. “Good thing because I don’t want to be saved from you. Or interrupted.”
“Then, let’s work on getting you more comfortable because I need you fully relaxed and ready to give me everything.”
Give me everything?The words feel like a promise, one that sizzles through my body in little tremors. My needy pussy clenches greedily. He pushes my ass up gently as I scramble backwards on my palms up the rock face, sticking out of the water. Having my legs over his shoulders gives me something to push off. But the moment the crab walk ends, I become keenly aware that this man is where no other man has gone before.
Before I finish a shuddering breath, he buries his head in my pussy, and the first sound I make is a high-pitched scream. Never has anything felt so mind-numbingly spectacular. Not making out. Not fingering myself. Not even my vibrator with the bunny ears.
My breath comes out somewhere between a pant and an excited cry.
“Mmm,” he moans against my clit, sending deep vibrations to my needy lower core. “You’re drenched for me, Calliope.”
“Yes, Mack.”
His eyes dart to mine, peeking between my legs. “Mateo, not Mack.” A sour expression captures his grumpy face.
“But I thought I could call you both,” I protest, not sure how I feel about this man’s capricious moods.
“I’ve changed my mind. I never want to hear about that Mack guy again,” he says. “Mateo.” He emphasizes his name,inadvertently exaggerating his slight Hispanic accent. It’s so damn hot.
“Mateo,” I repeat. He speaks of himself in the third person again. This guy is quirky. But red-flag quirky? With his soft, warm lips buried between my legs, I don’t give a damn.
His thick, silky tongue swipes through my folds, and my legs shake, my pussy tightening and pulsing with each pass. He growls again, burying his face between my legs and eating me out like a starving man. “You’re so fucking wet for me, and you taste so good. Damn, Shivers, I love everything about your pussy.”
“I can shave it if you like,” I offer, just in case what he said in his emails about liking a girl bare still applies. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not for the first time, at least.
“Didn’t you just hear me?” he asks somberly, raising his lips to my inner thigh and biting me.
Biting me!
I gasp, feeling the sting from the unexpected, savage act, though he doesn’t break the flesh. His teeth merely graze over me, a sharp warning that won’t likely bruise. The rough handling does something wild to my pussy. I need him so much I can barely breathe.
“What was that for?” I pant, ready to jump the man and ride his cock.
