IBIZA LOVE
Nick
I splashed water on my face then stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Fresh out the shower, I was naked, my cock hardening with each beat of my heart. In the main bedroom the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, lay there waiting for me.
Would she like my stubble? It was long. I hadn’t shaved since before the non-wedding. Maybe I should, now, quickly so I didn’t give her a rash. And my hair, damn, it was shorter than usual. I didn’t like it this short. Did she?
I grabbed a towel, dried my face then rubbed my neck. How the hell was I supposed to have any kind of stamina with Sicilia/ I’d lusted after her since I was a teenager. She was the star of all my wet dreams.
But I had to. I had to show her we were meant to be.
Massage.
Yes, good idea. I’d start with a sensual massage, turn her on while I kept my cock under control, because damn he was going to be a greedy little fucker once I got inside her.
After several deep breaths, I wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed into the bedroom. My heart was going as if I’d just played a full ninety minutes on the pitch, and I was sure neat lust was pumping through my veins.
She appeared to be sleeping, in that sinfully sexy little gold bikini. But the time for sleeping was over. This had been a long time coming…literally.
I crawled onto the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight. She stirred and a small smile curled the corners of her lips.
My cock throbbed at being so near her, when she had so little clothes on, but I resisted the urge to go down the hard and fast route and reached for a bottle of oil.
Her arse was peachy, perfect for caressing, slapping, biting. God I wanted her.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Shh, let me.” I released her bikini top then pushed it off. I could taste the anticipation of seeing her breasts for the first time, of touching them.
Take it slow, Nick.
I sucked in a breath—hoping patience would come with it—and poured oil onto her back. I was generous. I didn’t want to have to mess around with the bottle too much.
And then I set to work, exploring her gentle curves, learning her shape. I wanted know her body so well that if I was blindfolded I’d know it was her.
She murmured, wriggled a little, as if the newness of my touch was thrilling her.
I hope so.
I leaned up, kissed her neck and inhaled her sweet scent.
Again my cock throbbed, my balls aching with need.
I allowed my impatience a moment of dominance and tugged her bikini bottoms down. She didn’t object, so I kissed her pretty arse then reached for more oil. I massaged, rubbing it in. Would this be a one time only thing or was this us now?
I didn’t know and I didn’t want to contemplate Sicilia not being my future.
I slid her bikini bottoms completely off. I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t know where to start. It was as if I needed to climb inside her, be her, let her see how much I loved her, always had and always would.
Discarding my towel, my cock rose upward. I had a moment of panic, I was big, I’d been told that before and Sicilia was petite, delicate. I didn’t want to hurt her.
She turned, looked at my erection and smiled—a get-on-and-fuck-me smile that disbanded my fears.
Her sweet hairless pussy was there, waiting, and I coated my cock in her arousal, then settled at her entrance.
She was wriggling, as if impatient, but I kept my cool, kept it steady. I even teased her for a moment, rubbing my cock through the cleft of her buttocks, letting her know just what she was in for.
And then I could hold off no longer. I pushed in, penetrating to the hilt. The moment I’d waited all my life for had arrived.
Her tight pussy hugged my cock. She groaned and arched her back. I paused for the briefest moment then began to fuck. It was different, it was romantic sex, not just another fuck, it meant something to me. She meant something to me.
Damn it’s too good.
I kissed her, felt her buck beneath me, taking me and groaning for more.
This was good, so good, and I had control. I gripped her shoulders, thrusting into her was like being in Heaven. She was so wet now, wet for my cock. Wet for me.
Her long hair had come loose and her moans getting louder. Pressure was building. I wanted to come.
Not yet.
I rolled onto my side, but didn’t loose the grip of her pussy. She lifted and I cupped her soft, pert breasts as she rode my cock. I knew I’d never get enough of her.
She twisted and I caught her mouth with mine. A luscious wide kiss that echoed with our lusty groans. My scalp stung when she gripped my hair, but it didn’t stop me fucking her, taking us both toward orgasm.
She turned to the ceiling and I watched her face contort.
Is she getting close?
My fingers were in her mouth. She was sucking them.
Damn, was she trying to make me spurt before she came?
And then she was riding me, bouncing on my cock, fucking me. Her gasps and cries for more were echoing around the room, echoing around my mind.
She came, a wailing orgasm that had her pussy clenching around my cock and moisture leaking from her. It was a sound from my wet dreams, a longed-for moment in my life.
“Sicilia.” I helped her slip from me, and flop onto the bed.
“Oh, Nick.” Her eyes were closed, her body pliant.
I made the most of the moment, kissed her nipples then slid between her legs. I’d have her coming again, with me, if it was the last thing I did.
She arched her back, spread her legs and gripped my hair.
I set to work with my tongue, I knew damn well I was good at oral and Sicilia was going to get all my moves.
Her sweet pussy tasted of honey and the sea. I became lost in it, in her, and before I knew it she was arching and bucking for more. I gripped her ankle. Indulged myself in watching her face as I licked her.
But that was my undoing. My self-control slipped. I had to get inside her again and this time I had to come.
I rose up, feeling as if I was about to become complete, finally the person I wanted to be and with the person I needed to be with.
She welcomed me with her arms and legs spread. And then we were kissing and fucking and the bed was squeaking. I was rubbing against her clit with each upward grind. We’d become one person, our breaths and bodies joining.
“Come,” I gasped. “Come again.”
She kissed me, her body tense as she clung to me. I couldn’t hold off and as she wailed through her second release I gave into the animal in me. I fucked her, hard and fast and hoping she could feel how much I loved her with each pump of my hips.
When I came it was like nothing I’d felt before. Ecstasy wrapped up in bliss. I knew I’d never be the same again. Sicilia had ruined me for all other women.
Eventually we slowed, panting, kissing, stunned by what we’d just done. Finally.
“Nick,” she whispered, stroking my arse cheek. “I love you too.”
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