control over her a few minutes ago, now she wanted some control, too. And he made her a confident-enough woman to take it.
Now that he was sheathed, she pressed her palms to the shirt covering his chest and
shoved him flat onto his back in the sand. He went down with a small groan, clearly not
expecting the move, but she didn't apologize. Instead, she straddled his hips on the beach and yanked his shirt open hard, actually sending buttons flying. "Shit," he muttered, but in a way that meant he liked it. She liked surprising him.
Without another second's delay, Wendy curled her hand back around his cock and this
time sheathed it with her cunt, sliding down, warm and wet, taking him deep, to the hilt.
Oh Lord. At first, she feared it was a mistake—he was too big to put her weight on; he filled her too deeply.
But then both his hands closed over her breasts, squeezing, massaging;—and pain
became pleasure. Deep, invasive pleasure. His full length was still challenging to take, but she eased her body slightly forward, men back a little, finding the best position.
Beneath her, he breathed deeply. "Okay?"
Her voice came out sounding thready. "So big."
"Too big?"
Clearly, she wasn't the first girl to have slowed down at this point. "No way," she assured him. "You fill me so full. I just have to... ease into this."
'Take your time, honey," he whispered, speaking slowly. "I want to make you feel so fucking good. I want to make you come."
Oh my. His dirty talk instantly made her pussy somehow expand and deepen. As she let
out a hot little "Oooh..." in response, her body sank more easily against his, accepting the whole length of his erection.
"Yeah, baby, ride me. Ride that big cock." His voice was still smooth, low, deep, gently prodding—and only then did she realize she'd begun to move on him in small, rhythmic
circles, fucking him. Fucking him like the bad girl she was. Loving his dirty talk all the more because she was dirty, too.
And, oh—it felt so damn good! Suddenly, quickly. The deep pleasure radiated all through her, echoing outward in every limb even as her clit connected with his body just above
his penis, her every sensual undulation rubbing it exactly the right way. "Oh God," she moaned, the words seeming to come from someplace deep. "Oh God, yeah." This wasn't going to take long.
And apparently he knew it. "Come for me, honey. Come hard."
And that fast, she exploded into ecstasy. "Oh! Oh... God! God!" Then she heard her own orgasmic cries spring forth, loud sobs of ultimate delight echoing across the beach as the sensations pumped through her body—until finally they faded and she came back down
to earth.
And this would have been another key time when it all could have changed, when she
could suffer regret, or emptiness, or even a little doubt—-but nothing like that occurred.
All she felt was replete with pleasure and as if she were a more fully realized woman in this moment than ever before. She'd never felt more strangely... feminine. Although as
she slumped to his now-bared chest in exhaustion, to feel his arms close over her naked
back, she also couldn't help being thankful that the man she'd done this with was such a nice lover, someone happy to hold her after her climax, someone patient and skilled and concerned with her pleasure as much as his own.
Raising her head from where she'd nestled against his chest, she lifted one hand to his
stubbled jaw and kissed him. Soft at first, but then harder. And at some point as they made out, she realized he was still inside her and how used to it she'd become in such an amazingly short stretch of time.
"I want you," he breathed between short, hot kisses, "on your hands and knees."
Mmm, God—it was his turn to be in control again. And that suited her fine since she was more than willing to give it up and see where else he would take her.
Rising off him, she felt that initial emptiness as his cock left her, but wasted no time