Fifteen

6.

I swim until I feel land under my feet and there you are smiling at me as I step onto dry soil, my water goddess. Your laughing at how you wrested the control from me momentarily, making me come to you. I walk to you and even your nearness sets me aflame, but you know that don’t you? That’s why your eyes have that extra sparkle in them I know.

I shake my head as one hand lifts, my index finger wagging back and forth. “Naughty naughty.” You wink and wind your arms around my waist before sliding up next to me. Oh you wicked wicked woman, you know what the feel of your skin pressing against mine does. So far it’s been all about you and your pleasure, but I don’t know how long I can keep that up if you keep teasing me with your silky skin.

You lean in for a kiss and I accommodate you, my lips pressing hungrily into yours, a rather gruff growl escaping me as your finely boned hands slip down to cup my ass. Ok woman that’s enough of that. My brows waggle as I scoop you up and begin the walk to the RV, chuckling as you reach up and finally sweep that offending blonde wig rom my head. Well what good was it now? It was more drowned rat than hair after that dip in the lake.

“Finally,” you whisper, your hands twisting into the back of my hair as usual and I smile. You can’t resist my hair, I have no idea why, but I’m not complaining either.

You’re lighter than a feather, I could carry you everywhere forever and never get tired, but for now my aim is that RV and the bed it holds. It’s time for a little more than teasing. It’s time for me to come home, and for you to just cum. I tilt you down slightly so you can open and then close the RV door once we are inside. My grin begins to flicker as I take you to the bed and lay you down.

Turning I make my way to the small kitchenette area and reach into the cooler, pulling out the few items I wanted to make this session a bit more memorable. Walking back to where you are I just stand there and take in the perfection that is you, your little nose with the slight crook, breasts that were just right to fill the palm of my hand, those deadly hips that flared just so, whose slightest wiggle could set me aflame. You were, in one soft sensual package everything a man could want, and you were mine. Now was the time to make you realize you would never escape me. You were mine and I intend to brand you as such.

Without a word, my silence always makes you antsy, I settle myself on the bed beside you as I begin to run the item in my hand over your body, its chilled perfection slightly warming as I begin to paint your nipples with the sinful dark sweetness.. Your eyes fly open as one slender brow arches as you realize its just a Hershey’s kiss that I’m using. With painstaking slowness I use the tip to draw fine lines of chocolate along each curve, painting my way to the nexus of your desire.

As one tip melts away, I simply get another one, coating you in the sweetness I intended to remove in short order with my tongue. Leaning forward my hand slides towards your heat, a hoarse grunt on my lips as I find you wet. “For me?” I whisper as I slip two long fingers in, along with the remains of the two kisses I used. Flattening my tongue I start on one breast, licking the chocolate away as I swirl my tongue over suddenly hard nipples. “Mmmmm tasty.”

It only took minutes to clean each breast, my teeth, tongue and lips ensuring that each sweet ribbon of chocolate was removed. I slid lower, my shoulders crowding into the juncture of your thighs as I blew a swift breath over your heat, a breath that garnered a strangled gasp from your mouth. Leaning in, my lips connect with you as I begin to suckle at your juices, juices flavored in the sweet honey of your cum, and all flavoured with chocolate. I glance up a moment, my voice teasingly light, “Its too bad you know that they don’t make an ice cream in this flavor, if they did it would be a best seller.” I hear your laugh shudder off into a moan as I delve back in, resolute to have each and ever drop of your goodness on my tongue before stopping.

And when you start to beg, when I’ve brought you over, I slide upwards, my lips brushing over the pink shell of your ear with a husky groan, “That’s six and seven.”

A dark chuckle is all I’ll give you as you groan, my thighs settling comfortably into yours as I slide deep and true in one swift long plunge. We are past the easy you and I, past the gentleness of lovemaking. I’ve held out too long, gentle is no longer in my vocabulary as I begin to drill into you like a crazed man. I need this now, more than I need music, if that’s possible, and we both know it is Darlin. My hips move of their own accord, their own special rhythm as we both fall over the edge of insanity. Hell I can feel myself expand inside of you, the vice hard clenching of your walls milking me as you shatter beneath me.

My own climax hits, blinding me to thought or reason, my body slowly slumping on top of you as I turn my head to again whisper. “That’s eight.”