by
Sexcellent

_____You've always had a thing for heat. You figure, the hotter and more humid, the better. That is why you picture us in the tropics, on a hot steamy, sunny day, the sun pouring down on the white balcony outside the bedroom. You get up to take in the morning air. There are a few people milling around on the beach below: the early risers staking their claim to a little piece of sand and surf, serious tanners, I expect, who don't leave much to chance. The deep blue waves of the ocean have a rhythm and you sway to it, naked to the sun's rays.

_____A soft knock at the door brings you back from the mesmerizing sloe of the waves hitting the beach. As you rush over to cover yourself before allowing entry, I step in. Dark and fresh in a crisp linen suit, I smile at you and close the door behind me. You can feel the wind blowing a cool Pacific breeze behind you.

_____It touches the moisture raised on your back by the sun's heat. There are no words to be spoken. You wouldn't talk if you could. Instead, your gaze meets the rich chocolate eyes that control your every moment. You can't look away. I am smiling at this knowledge.

_____I take a few steps forward. You draw closer the white terry towel that barley covers your breasts and your sex. You are a little frightened, for as much as you want me, you don't know if you will submit to my advances. I lift one strong right hand to your cheek and stroke it gently and I touch you like a delicate flower in full bloom. Just as you begin to yield, unfold, I pull you to the floor. In one sweeping motion, you are there beside me, exposed to the soft rug. My kisses are passionate, hot and burning. My tongue moves like flames scorching the inside your mouth. You melt into me and onto me, the heat of your body rising into droplets of sweat on your breasts. I take one in my hand and stroke it softly at first then harder, with a kneading motion. Your breathing becomes hard and your chest is heavy as though your entire body would cave in at another touch.

_____I am still dressed and you lean to undo the buttons of my jacket, but I move your hand away. I am not ready. It is you that I want, and you can feel that I intend to have you right at that moment. I mount you. You can feel the weight of my body grinding lustily at your pelvis. The fabric of my pants catches your hair occasionally and for that reason only, you want me to stop, but not really. Even the quick moment of pain when your pubic hair tugs at your flesh is exciting to you. The fire in your body drenches you with sweat. You are certain that you must be filled by me. You can smell the pungency of your pussy dripping with the sweet juices that I have stirred within you.

_____With one hand and my eyes still locked into yours, I trace the curve of your narrow waist and the full curve of your hips. My hand burns the flesh of your thighs as you throw back your head and close your eyes. You relish the expectation of what you know will be a powerful moment.

_____With a teasing smile, I rub gently, playfully the Nubian lips at my fingertips. You embrace me, thrusting your core onto my hand. But I will not have it. I am enjoying the agony that I am causing. I love seeing your body writhe and wriggle. So, as I carefully seek out your most sensitive areas, I tantalize your clit, your lips, ruby red, you velvet pussy, until you near orgasm. And then I take my hand away.

_____You maneuver your body out from under me. I lie there, smug in the knowledge that I have you, and you want me badly. I tell you to work for it and wait for you to undress me. You do so anxiously. You want so much to please me. My taut muscles bulge from under the cool silk of the shirt that clings to my body. I arch my hips to allow you the pleasure of removing my pants.

_____And there, between my muscular thighs, awaits the silken pleasure, moist with beads of cum. My grip firm and demanding, I pull your body towards me and hungrily take your mouth into my own.

_____You begin to feel the strength of my thighs wrapping tightly around your buttocks and I flip you over on top of me. I begin again the rhythmic, grinding motion, and you succumb to it. The power if the strokes causes you to shake as we both near orgasm. And just as you begin to feel the final jolt of pleasure/pain, all movement comes to a halt. I told you I wanted you to work for this one.

_____You are now bent on all fours as I mount you from behind. You feel the pressure gently at first and then harder and the faster. It is the force that one experiences when first being entered with a fist. You feel the tips of my fingers deep within you, and then width of my large brown hand demands that your lips open.

_____Your hands claw at the edges of the rug and your head shakes almost violently as I begin to tear at the flesh of your cheeks with my teeth. I attempt to push you down with my free hand, but the strong push of my hand inside propels you forward. You cry out as you lunge towards the open door on the balcony. You plead quietly. But every other moan and sigh gives you away. You truly are enjoying this display. You hear people below us on the beach. Through the railings you can see then in the distance. You know that too loud an outburst will give us away. So you refrain from screaming.

_____I whisper to you how good you are, how happy you make me feel. And I fuck you harder and deeper, stopping only to moisten the fingers of my left hand. I use two to play with your clit which makes you collapse.

_____I urge you upward. Your ass rises as though begging to be fucked, and I smile at this. You grab at the railing and hold on for support. You are dizzy with the power of my passion and you are eager to be pleased and fulfilled. Finally, I rise up on my knees behind you, fingers stuffed inside. I cozy up behind your ass. You have no defense for this. You let out a shrill scream, giving us both away.

_____You see faces peering up at us. You hang your head in shame and as you do, you see the wry smiles of people gathering below. The chouse of voices grow as does your desire. I command you to lift yourself up over the railing so the spectators can see your lovely face. I lift you up with hands that are inside and you lean as directed over the balcony. You brace yourself in time to feel the last thrust of my hips which enters my fingers deeper inside your soft open pussy. The heel of my hand disappears as you melt into a jelly-like mass at my feet.

_____You awaken to the cool breeze blowing curtains into the billowy clouds at your balcony door. You step onto the balcony to view a morning ocean rich in hues of blue and green. A golden haze rises above it, casting light on the early surfers and tanners. The sun burns a steamy hole in to the morning air, and you sigh at the fragrance that wafts past your nose. It is a scent rich with gardenia, violets, and pungent sex. A smile crosses your face as you think of your dream of being with ME....

THE END

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