1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 17


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    breathing became somewhat labored. "You're good at this," Lindsay murmured, closing her eyes as I covered her breasts with soap, massaging and lathering generously, moving my thumbs over and across her tiny nipples. I did not linger, though. I kept my hands moving, always in motion, never stopping in one place for too long. Once my hands eventually dipped between Lindsay's thighs, she quickly braced herself against my shoulders. But again I moved on. Teasing at its absolute finest! "Oh, you're also a little cruel today, I see," Lindsay breathed, though still smiling in spite of the disappointment. "Hand me the soap now?" was her request. "Oooooh boy," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I get to smell like fruity berries for the rest of the day!" Lindsay reciprocated in kind and then some, moving her hands across every inch of my body, taking just as much as giving, until I was turned on and aching, yet needing more. Lindsay glanced downward for a moment and gently wrapped her fingers around the width of my hard, throbbing cock. She offered a little squeeze and gazed back up at me, saying in a whisper, "God, I love your body, Jeremy." "Yeah?" Not the most articulate response, but it was all I could really manage for the time being. My brain was otherwise scrambled, my senses engaged with this intoxicating woman who stood totally nude before me in the shower and the magic she worked with her hands. The water was turning cold, prompting us to finish up and dry off, both of us still ...
    very aware of each other. "We have plenty of time left before we're anywhere close to Dayton," I pointed out, walking backward toward our skyborne suite. "What if Carolyn or Barbara come into the bedroom to check and see if we need anything, only to find us having sex?" Lindsay fretted, referring to the two stewardesses. "They won't," I promised her. "I told them we wanted total privacy today and would let them know if we need anything at all. I think those two have a pretty easy job today." Lindsay motioned with her head toward the direction of the shower. "You and I should do that every morning. Totally." Ten minutes later, with me inside her, Lindsay found my eyes with hers and held on tight as I coaxed and teased and drove her into blissful oblivion. I had eased her thighs apart and thrusted steadily against her, over and over again. Watching Lindsay try to control herself was a huge turn-on in and of itself. I proceeded to rock her hard and furiously beneath me. Our time in the shower had us both primed and ready, and the payoff was going to be monumental. Lindsay grasped the headboard in preparation. With a quiet cry, the climax washed over my pregnant, 20-year-old bride in a gorgeous display. She actually shimmered, I realized, my heart clenching at the wondrous visual. I let my own rapture loose in the process, echoes and waves of blissful orgasm overcoming my soul and making my head spin. I rolled onto the mattress next to Lindsay, amazed at what she and I could do ...
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