The Hamptons' House

1994: Part 4

Tony had been awake for a while now. You slept soundly beside him and he wanted to hold on to that feeling of relaxed contentment for as long as he could before going back to the real world. He was going to have to get up and shave. He needed to pack and get ready for the list of responsibilities three miles long that he didn't want any part of.

As the sun crept in through the window, he began to wish he was anyone else but him. One that could just stay here in bed all day and never have to worry about liaising with the military, board meetings, or business acquisitions.

You stirred and your eyes fluttered open. A soft smile crossed your features as you became aware he was awake and watching you, and you rolled in toward him and nuzzled under his chin. "Morning," you mumbled.

"Morning," he said, quietly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm... so good. Something about those ocean sounds, right?" you hummed, your lips brushing over his clavicle as you spoke.

"Yeah. I do like to be near the sea," he agreed. His hands ran down to your ass and he slowly began to massage it.

You moved in closer to him and tilted your head up. Your fingernails skimmed through his beard as your breath tickled his jaw. "You gonna get rid of this today?"

"I guess I better," he said.

"Better let me feel it between my legs one last time then," you teased.

He chuckled and rolled so he was on top of you and began to crawl down your body. He kissed your stomach and pushed your legs apart. You still smelled of sex and as he ran his cheek up the inside of your thigh, the way your cunt dripped so close to his nose made his cock twitch and harden.

You moaned and lifted your hips, your thigh muscles tightening as his beard scratched along the soft sensitive skin on the insides of your legs. His tongue ran up your folds, drawing out the heady flavor of your arousal. He lapped at your greedily and unfocussed. The only thought in his head was how much of you he wanted to taste. To have the feeling of your fluids dripping down on his tongue.

He sucked greedily at your clit and the harder he sucked the louder you became. Your fists bunched in the sheets as you bucked and arched up off the mattress. Your legs began to tremble against his ears and your toes curled. "Tony!" you gasped. "Tony. Fuck. I'm gonna..."

You didn't even finish your sentence. You bucked hard up against his face and cried out as you came into his mouth. He groaned and drank you up like a man dying of thirst. As you relaxed and lay back breathing heavily he crawled back up your body. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. You pulled him down into a hungry kiss and with a hard snap of his hips, he entered you. You moaned and wrapped your arms and legs around him, clenching your walls tight around his cock, squeezing his shaft with every thrust of his hips.

He groaned into your lips, his cock throbbing inside you. You pushed against him and he rolled over, so you were on top, keeping himself sheathed inside you. You sat up and began to slowly roll your hips. He loved it when you took control like this. He loved watching the way your hips rolled and twisted and your breasts bounced. He ran his hands up your side, tracing your curves as he watched you, your face a mask of pure bliss.

He began to rut up into you, snapping his hips so you bounced on his lap. You began to ride him, matching your pace with the thrust of his hips. You braced your hands on his shoulders and moved up and down on his shaft faster and faster. He thumbed your clit, making you moan and tense up, milking his cock.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, that's it. Just like that."

Your cunt spasmed and you threw your head back and with a cry, you came, shuddering around his cock. He grunted and bucked up, releasing inside you with a low groan.