With one hand, I caress the tight ridges of his abs, still not touching the thick and hard shaft so close to my fingers. Bastian growls, and I feel the tension in his muscles as my palm glides over his skin.
“You going to keep teasing me?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I say with a shrug. “Maybe I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I don’t think my cock can get much harder,” he says. “Believe me, babe—I am fucking ready.”
“I’m not so sure.” I rise up on my knees and run both hands over his chest and shoulders. “I mean, maybe what you need is a little relaxation. I could just give you a massage until you fall asleep.”
“If your hands are on me,” he says, “there will be no sleeping.”
“Hmm…” I tilt my head to the side and smile sweetly as I continue to run my hands over his firm muscles, still avoiding his luscious cock. I can’t stop glancing at it, but I’m enjoying the look of agony on his face as I avoid touching it. I slide back a little and poise my head over it, watching it flex off of his stomach as if it has a mind of its own, and it’s trying to reach out for me. I lean forward again and look into his eyes.
“Stop stalling.” There’s humor in his voice but also a dark undertone of warning. “Wrap those lips around me. I want to see how much you can take.”
I glance back down at the massive cock that is now just below my dangling breasts. I didn’t really have a plan here, but now that’s he’s gone ahead and said it, I’m curious as well about how much of that thing I can get in my mouth. I take a deep breath and get myself into position.
With one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base. I stroke it slowly for a moment. The sheath around the head is so soft and warm against my skin, and I love the sounds coming from Bastian’s throat as I run my palm over it.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head, and Bastian moans loudly.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Yeah!”
Encouraged by his outburst, I take more into my mouth. I feel like my cheeks are being stretched, and it’s hard to run my tongue along the length with it in my mouth, so I back off a bit, licking down the sides of his shaft and then around the head. I use my hand around the base, trying to give sensation to his whole shaft, not just the part I can fit in my mouth.
I look up at him and find him staring down at me with dark, hooded eyes. His chest rises and falls with his breaths, and he licks at his lips repeatedly.
“So fucking incredible,” he whispers.
I grin around his dick and suck him in as far as I can. He clenches his eyes shut, and he reaches down to grasp the back of my head with one hand. His fingers massage my head slowly as I run my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock again.
I can taste precum in my mouth as I pull back and lick around the head. It’s salty but not bad at all. I take as much as I can back in my mouth and suck hard as Bastian moans again.
Moving faster, I bob up and down over his dick, licking and sucking as I go. Bastian’s fingers grip my hair, but he doesn’t push on my head. He lets me set my own pace, but I can feel his hips rising up slightly, demanding more. I suck harder. I try to take him in deeper until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I have to pull back to keep from gagging.
With a loud, wordless growl, Bastian reaches down and grabs me by the shoulders. He lifts me up, and for a moment, I think he’s just going to impale me on his dick, but he doesn’t. He shifts me around, grabs my legs, and pulls my pussy to his mouth. He wraps his arm around my backside and then reaches down to take his dick in his hand.
“Don’t stop,” he commands as he guides it back to my mouth.
Using my hands to hold me up, I balance myself on the sand and take his cock between my lips again. Keeping up with the suction, I go down as far as I can, still keeping one hand wrapped around the base as I feel Bastian’s tongue slide between my legs. He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, grabs both my ass-cheeks with his hands, and shifts me a little so he can plunder my pussy with his mouth.
I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing. The feeling of his tongue stroking my clitoris and up and down my folds is too much. My thighs keep clenching. I keep moaning. Every time I moan around Bastian’s dick in my mouth, he moans in turn, sending vibrations all through my body. He presses the flat of his tongue against me, and I scream, nearly choke, and have to pull back.
“Jesus, Bastian! Agh!” I angle my hips, pressing myself into his face as his grip on my ass gets tighter. He’s relentless, and I shudder as I come.
In a flash, he’s on top of me. I don’t even feel the motion; I’m just suddenly on my back in the sand, and his mouth is covering mine. I can taste myself on him as he kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth as he lines up to impale me again.
The thrust is hard and fast. It’s followed by many, many more. I can’t catch my breath. I can only give in to him—allowing him to use me in whatever way he wants. His hands grip my hips as he pulls my body up against him with each stroke. As hard as he’s pounding into me, it should be painful. It’s not. It’s fast, furious, and wonderful.
Suddenly, Bastian pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me over to my stomach. With one arm wrapped around my middle, he pulls me to my knees, and I feel the pressure of his cock at my back door.
“Bastian…I don’t know.” I’ve never done this before. I’ve never even considered letting a man take me this way, but with Bastian…with Bastian, anything is possible.
“I’ll go slow,” he says in a soft whisper. I feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“Don’t we need lube or something?” I remember girlfriends talking about the necessity of lube for anal sex, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t a bottle of Astroglide for miles.
“Coconut oil.” As he says the words, I feel a cool, wet sensation between my ass cheeks.