She’s going to be the death of me.
Bending down I place her in the water, right where the sand and the ocean meet. On my knees in front of her I let the waves break against my back as I press my cock into her core, rocking my hips as I watch the way waves crash in her eyes.
I haven’t dry humped a girl since high school and yet here I am, chasing an orgasm with so much need.
“That filthy mouth of yours, Ilaria. It’s going to be the death of me before I even get to taste the juicy pussy of yours, princess.”
Her eyes widen and I love knowing no one has talked to her like this. No one’s rocked their cock against her sweet core, felt the way her pussy gets so wet from the feeling.
I keep my shorts on as I cup her face, the way that her eyes are on me as she moans, one of her hands reaching for me as she steals a kiss against my lips. I’ll only give her one more because I need to see her face when she comes.
“Have you ever touched yourself, principessa? Rubbed yourself here?” I reach down, stroking her clit lazily as she looks at me with such frantic desperation.
Her knees are fluttering like butterfly wings at my side, her mouth gaping as she forms the letters of my name but no sound comes out. Bliss written across her beautiful face.
“I can feel your sweet pussy against my cock. Just touching you and my fingers are soaked.” I swipe between us.
She’s so close to breaking apart, watching me as I pull my fingers up, sliding my body so the head of my cock is tapping at her bundle of nerves. I slip my fingers, glistening with her juices into my mouth and suck the taste of her off them.
Oh, Jesus.
It’s even better than I expected. The way she assaults me, making my skin shiver with need. My cock is already leaking and I’m half aware of the way there is a faint buzzing in my mind as reality fades away and I’m left with Ilaria.
The taste of her core on my tongue, salty and delicious. My new favorite taste.
“P-p-pleaseee.”
The words strangled and frantic. Ilaria’s not quite sure what she’s asking for and what she wants. The ocean is teasing her as the waves wash up her stomach so close to where her tits are tight and desperate for me to play with.
“Please, what, princess?”
My hand slips from the sand, pushing my weight to the right side as I slip it over her stomach, cupping her breast in my hand as I continue rocking against her.
Her nipples are hard, tiny little bundles of deep pink. Just a slight glide of my hand over them makes Ilaria moan out an ‘Oh Fuck’ that filthy mouth of hers begging for me as she arches for my touch, knowing only I can get her to the ecstasy she craves.
She’s empty, waiting for me.
And thinking of her words has me driving myself faster bucking against her slippery pussy, wishing my mouth was whispering how she makes me feel into the folds as I lap up her desire like a dessert. Savoring the sweetness.
I’m lost in her.
As soon as my fingers wrap around a nipple she looks at me, so wide eyed and wild and I know she’s about to break apart.
“Dante.”
She sounds scared as I wrap her in my arms, pushing her so she’s riding out her orgasm on my lap. Tears are in the corner of her eyes and she’s watching me as I’m desperately rubbing my cock through her folds wanting to be there with her at the precipice of her passion.
And then it happens.
Her arms throw themselves around me and she’s holding on as she lets out my name in a moan that’s so free I know I’m going to cum.
Her lips find mine as she mumbles against them, my hips gliding up and down as I feel myself release. Hot strings of cum soaking through the shorts as she pulls away, eyes that sort of wide like she’s surprised that all of this friction had me coming too.
“I can feel you.”
And those four words spoken with such sweet innocence have me wanting to bury myself inside of her sweet pussy. Because if Ilaria thinks she has felt anything she’s going to break apart on our wedding night.
“My sweet principessa.”
I’m kissing her throat as I pick us up, setting her on her own two feet as she stands naked in front of me, like Aphrodite risen from the sea.
My goddess. My queen. My Ilaria.
“10/10.”
“Go Ilaria!”
“Get it girl.”
“Would watch you fuck again!”
Her head turns and my eyes follow as four girls applaud from the deck and I think that Ilaria is going to blush and act embarrassed by the fact her friends just watched us hump each other to orgasm on the beach.
I can feel myself reaching for her growing protective but instead of letting me reach for her and wrap her in the safety of my arms she steps forward, completely naked. Ilaria bends down and bows to them, blowing kisses as she straightens up and waves.
The girls holler at this all laughing as they cheer her on. Ilaria steps forward, a smile on her face as she starts towards where her bathing suit is. Instead of sliding it in she grabs my shirt, looking over her shoulder at me.
“I’ve only had one cup of coffee today. If you hurry up I’ll take you out for my second.”
