the Devil and the Sea

70| Tastes like forever

Vincent spreads out a blanket and I sit on it. Vincent sits down next to me and I meet his eyes.

"What?" I ask him as he gently runs his thumb over my cheekbone.

"I can't believe I met someone like you here."

"Lucky you." I wave smugly, and he chuckles.

He wraps his hand around the back of my head and pulls me closer. I open up willingly when he explores my lips. He kisses me slowly, too slowly, like he's re-examining me.

Like he lost me and finally found me.

He lays me down on my back and then leans over me, propping himself up on his elbows so as not to crush me.

The look in his eyes is unlike anything I've seen before. They sparkled again. I see devotion in them, or maybe I'm just deceiving myself.

Vincent slowly slides down to my feet, looking at me teasingly with a sexy smirk. I understand what he wants to do. More precisely, I was ready in advance and put on a set of lacy white underwear.

Vincent kneels between my legs and takes off my T-shirt.

He whistles for air as he pulls off my shorts and sees me in my underwear.

"Good contrast, devil," he whispers.

I note to myself that I guessed with underwear. Not that I tried for Vincent. I just couldn't choose a color. Tossed between black and red, and in the end put on white. I always wear sexy underwear, it gives me confidence. And I'm glad that Vincent responded that way.

I reach out with my hands and enclose his face in my hands, pull him towards me, but he does not give in.

"Wait baby, I want to kiss you, but on different lips." He chuckles at his own joke and gives me a playful look. "I wanted to taste you from the very first meeting."

My cheeks flush with the memory.

Vincent pulls off my underpants and I tense up in anticipation. He lifts my leg and sensually kisses my thigh as he slowly descends, but stops and straightens his back.

Wow! It's just amazing! Vincent kisses my toes while looking at me, then again leaves a chain of kisses up to the knee. He lowers my leg and gently kisses my inner thigh, moving slowly towards the most sensitive place. I lean back and close my eyes. But he starts kissing the other inner thigh. I patiently wait, enjoying his tenderness.

All thoughts leave my head as he gently presses his tongue against my clit.

Crap.

Barely touching, Vincent runs his tongue over my lips, occasionally touching my clit.

Devil.

Finally, he presses harder on the most sensitive spot, and I arch my back. Damn, if he continues, I will definitely come.

I reach for his head with my hands and tug my fingers through his hair, which has grown quite a bit since the first day he walked onto the football field.

I can't help but moan, and my moans echo off the rocks and dissolve into the waves of the sea. I become one with the sea: my moans are like waves rising and splashing on the shore, loud, each one stronger than the one before. I am salty. Wet. Rough. I am the sea, and Vincent is trying to tame me.

"Come on, devil, give me more." The English sound of his voice drives me crazy.

He mooes, sending vibrations through my body, clasping my hips with his hands and skillfully wielding his tongue between my legs, sliding up and down and penetrating me. He definitely knows how to drive crazy with his vicious tongue.