A Word of Praise

Chris was dying to come inside that tight wet pussy of hers. He was aware of her appeal, but he didn't realize what he had signed up for until she began to work him from inside. He almost lost it when he felt her strum his cock with her pussy, and it took all of his control not to cum.

And that devil had the nerve to talk back to him after her orgasm, which only meant he had to push her further. He was fond of that blissful silence he got out of woman after he made them come over and over, but it seemed he'd have to work a little harder with that one.

He grabbed her ass to move her to his rhythm, but as soon as he began to bounce her up and down, she laid on top of him and pricked his fingers from her butt.

"Enjoy the show." She whispered into his ear, biting his lobe, and getting up again. She pushed his chest down with one hand and winked, bringing a finger to her lips and in a hush sign. Oh hell.

He expected her to bounce or grind against him, but she began to do both at the same time, and he was fucking losing it. One hand was firmly locked in the middle of his chest, but the other was rooming free on her own body. She played her hair, squeezed her breasts, and went down to stroke her clit. But that wouldn't do, he was in charge of her pleasure today.

He grabbed her hand by the wrist to keep it away from her clit and she gave him a warning look, raising a brow. But to hell with her show, he'd fuck her against the wall with her arms pinned up before he'd let her pleasure herself. Her orgasms were his to take, and she wouldn't rob him of them.

He wanted to feel all her body against him, and that distance she put between them with her other hand had to go too. So he took out her support hand and held them both to her chest, with a single hand. The way she kept riding him even when both her hands were trapped was a hell of a vision, but he needed more.

He pulled her down by the back of her neck and sucked on her shoulder, feeling the soft skin swelling under his touch. Her moans served to show him how little her no-marks rule meant when his mouth was on her body. Then he bucked his hips up to fuck her from beneath hard and fast, wanting to tear her apart after each of her sexy moans. Her ass was bouncing from the impact and he couldn't help but strike her left butt cheek.

"Fuck, Chris!" she blurted out, and it was so sexy, he did it again, slapping with even more strength. Her hips began to shake, and he felt her pussy gripping him tight again, at the foreseen of another orgasm. He wouldn't hold back this time and picked up the pace to reach his own peak right after her.

She noticed his change and once again began her devilish work of expertly clenching around him, pushing him to finish closer to her. In a few thrusts, he felt her moves getting erratic and her breath faltering, followed by a delicious moan that tore through his ears like the music of a siren. He was too far gone to hold back and shot inside her with one last buckle of his hips. Shit, that felt good.

She climbed out of him and laid panting on the bed, and the sound of her heavy breath was heaven. Chris got up after catching his ragged breath to dispose of the condom and turn on the shower. Maybe he could take her again before the end of it. Not his fault she was so damn hot.

"I won't shower with you!" She shouted from the bed.

"Why not? Didn't I earn it?" He asked from the bathroom doorstep. He was disappointed, but perhaps she just needed a little convincing.

"Oh, you did. But we're late." Late for what?

Shit, the beach. He closed the distance between them and helped her out of bed. She didn't resist when he led her to the shower. As he soaped her back, he couldn't help but kiss the side of her neck. He noticed the purple mark beginning to form and rejoiced on the thought of her losing her mind over it. He could already feel his dick coming back to life. She raised a brow in warning, an expression he was getting used to defying. But she was right, his friends were waiting. "Later?" He suggested. He didn't want to sound desperate, but he already needed her again more than he felt comfortable assuming.

"If you earn it" She shot back, with that hot spitfire look in her eyes.

****

The walk to the beach was quick, and his friends didn't bitch much about his delay. Marcus was actually glad to be allowed to sleep through most of his hangover. Chris' parents would return to the island for dinner, so the group wanted to make the most out of their carefree time.

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Batman was leading the way, as he liked to do, and Kiara and Amanda were deeply engaged in conversation during the whole walk. Chris was feeling incredibly drawn towards her, but his friends were keeping him busy. At least they were discussing Marvel's latest release, a topic he could keep alive for days. It was one of the few interests he brought with him until adulthood, so he forced himself to look away from the black-haired goddess in front of him. When they reached the beach, Kiara was the first to kick off her shoes, roll up her pants, and get into the water till it reached her ankles. Knowing her, he should have predicted she'd do it right away. Batman, too, indulged in a little water play with her. It was too cold for them to get in completely, but the dog was doing a nice job getting her wet. Much like he'd done that morning. He smirked at the thought.

"I could live here," she stated, eyes closed and facing the sun.

"You'd be bored in a month," Chris replied. She opened her eyes to shoot him a disbelieving glare and he motioned around, to prove his point. She simply shook her head. "That's what I was talking about."

The rest of the group had strayed away, making their conversation private.

"What?"

"About enjoying. Why can't you enjoy this?" She left the water to sit by the sand, and Batman laid by her side.

"You're not making any sense Kiara, I'm enjoying it."

"Then why didn't you get in the water?"

"Because I didn't feel like it," he stated.

"Right. So it had nothing to do with the fact you'd have to put your shoes back with sand sticking to your feet?" That was also true, the walk back would be incredibly uncomfortable with the sand scratching between his toes. "What's wrong with that?"

"You miss out on a lot of things when you're always planning like that. You should try doing what you want for a change."

He lowered himself in front of her, caging her between his arms and forcing her to lay down in the sand. "Haven't I done just that this morning?"

"And didn't it feel amazing?" She answered, coming forward and biting his lower lip in a slow and bold move he didn't see coming. Then Batman felt like joining the play and licked his face like he was part of a triple kiss. Instead of pushing the dog away, Kiara nudged on one of Chris's arms, making him roll on the sand and fall on his back. Then she proceeded to pet the dog and allow his soaked fur to wet her t-shirt even further. The woman was absolutely insane.

He got up and patted the sand off his body but came closer to Batman to pet his fur too. He wanted to carry on with the conversation, but the moment had passed, and he couldn't find a way to bring it back. She was wrong. She had to be.