But then he spread her legs. She felt the brush of his hair against her thighs and the swipe of his tongue across her pu**y lips. She arched, lifting her butt, and his tongue slid across her clit.
Yes, that’s what she wanted. She got up on her knees, and he tucked his head between her legs, licking her pu**y in long, delicious swipes.
She couldn’t believe they were outside, naked, right there on the beach, his head between her legs taking her so close to orgasm she was ready to scream, and no one was there to hear her if she did. She felt so free doing this with Mick, so wild and uninhibited. Never before had she given so much to one man.
His tongue was one hot slide across her tortured flesh. She shuddered as he licked around her clit, flicked his tongue there, tucked his finger inside her pu**y, and began to pump in a slow, maddening rhythm that took her to the brink, only to withdraw and start over again with his tongue and fingers.
She laid her head in her hands and closed her eyes, attuned to everything he did to her. And when his tongue traveled up her pu**y and across her anus, she jerked in response, lifted her head, and turned to him in question and uncertainty.
“Easy, baby. Let me taste all of you.”
She relaxed into it again as he patted her, licked her, took her right to the edge again as he licked every part of her, using his tongue and fingers to drive her crazy. She pictured his head buried between her legs, the warm breeze off the ocean not at all cooling her damp skin as he brought her to the brink time and time again, licking her clit, her pu**y, and finally sliding his tongue into the puckered hole in back while he used his fingers on her pu**y.
“Mick. Oh, God, Mick. Yes, just like that.” She never knew those kinds of sensations coupled together could make her so crazy, but she was going to come.
He pulled back. “Not yet. I don’t want you to come. Not until I f**k you.”
She drew in a ragged breath, so close to orgasm the pulses undulated within her.
Mick held her there on her knees, his hands on her hips as he pressed against her, his c**k sliding between the seam of her bu**ocks.
“You’re so wet here,” he said, his fingers dancing along her pu**y lips, dipping inside to coat her anus. “I’m going to f**k your pu**y, Tara. Then I’m going to f**k your ass. And I’m going to make you come, hard.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse from panting. “Yes. Fuck me.”
She shivered as he swept his hand along her back. He reached into the beach bag on the table. She heard the condom packet as he tore it open, then he slid inside her pu**y, pressing against her as he held tight to her hips and rocked back and forth. She gripped him in welcome, pulling him closer as she balanced on the edge of orgasm.
“Not yet, Tara. Hold on for me.”
She gritted her teeth and felt every sweet inch of him expand inside her. “Dammit, Mick. It’s so good.”
He leaned forward, kissing her sweat-soaked neck. “I know it is. It’s going to get better.” He withdrew and shoved in, hard, and she cried out, tossing her hair back and rocking back to meet his thrusts.
His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to power inside her, stopping short every time she drew close to climaxing. He withdrew and poured lube over her anus, using his finger to coat her, tease her opening, dipping his finger inside to open her, prepare her. The sensation was maddening. The pressure was intense, and she was so ready to come. She was past the point of reason, past the point of knowing anything but the orgasm she craved.
She felt his c**k at the entrance to her ass.
“I’m going to f**k your ass now, Tara. You ready?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Now.”
He slid his c**k head past the tight barrier. She hissed, breathing through the burning pain.
“Relax. Push out when I push in. You’ll take me in easier that way. And then I’ll make you come.”
She did, and he eased inside her. He held still while she waited through the intensity of feeling him there. He was so full, so big in such a small space, and it hurt. But through the hurt was a pulsing wave of such pleasure to be had. Mick leaned over and began to rub her clit in gentle circles, and soon the pain was replaced by that driving need to come again. She pushed his hand away. “Fuck me. I’ll do this.”
He held on to her hips, withdrawing just enough to push back inside her again.
“Oh, shit, oh, God, Mick. Yes. Fuck me like that.”
She massaged her clit harder, faster, while he thrust his c**k in her ass, and she spiraled out of control. She rose up, sliding her fingers into her pu**y, and continued rubbing her clit with her other hand. The sensations pounded at her as she lost everything but the feel of him inside her. “I can feel it. Yes, f**k me. Faster.”
“You gonna come for me, Tara?” he asked, his voice harsh and dark.
“Yes, Mick. Hurry and f**k me. I’m going to come.”
Nothing was going to stop her now as she felt the blast of orgasm hit her. She rocked back against him, taking his c**k fully in her ass as she splintered into a thousand pieces with her climax. She screamed, the sound echoing through the treetops. Mick dug his fingers into her hips and shoved hard against her as he came, and his orgasm only intensified hers. She cried out, she couldn’t breathe, but it was the most intense damn climax she’d ever had. She felt it in every nerve ending, exploding throughout her body, bringing tears to her eyes as the waves pounded her over and over again.
She collapsed on the chair. Mick draped himself over her back, both of them panting like they’d just completed a marathon.
“Care for a dip in the ocean?” Mick asked, sliding his tongue along her neck.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
They swam and played in the water for the better part of the day, then came in, took a shower, and Mick called for Simon, their butler, who appeared within the hour to prepare them an amazing seafood dinner, which meant they actually had to put clothes on. Tara didn’t really mind since she’d brought a few fun sundresses to wear and she hadn’t had the chance to put much on. Mick had thrown on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved tropical shirt for dinner.
After Simon prepared their food, he disappeared for the night, advising them he’d be back in the morning to fix them breakfast whenever they were ready, but to call if they needed anything before.
She could use a Simon in her life.
They ate out on the terrace overlooking the water. The sun had set, the moon rising and casting a silver glow across the water. And it was still warm outside. Tara lifted her glass of wine and took a sip.