Page 12 of Spring Break With A Gold Medalist

The relief when my cock rises free of its denim prison and I give a firm stroke only increases my need to pleasure my woman. Ladies first as my dad always told me.

“Phil?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What are you waiting for? I’d be concerned you’ve changed your mind but…”

I give my cock another stroke before settling my shoulders between her thighs, careful to avoid bumping her knee from its pillow perch. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby doll.”

Her fingers appear in my narrowed focus to spread her sex, exposing herself to me. She’s shaking, whether from desire or fear, I’m not sure. Either way, I’m making it right for her. Cupping one hand over hers, I guide her fingers to her clit. “Show me what you want. What you like.”

She hesitates, her breathing harsh. Her hips tilt. I could take over except she needs this to believe she’s desirable. Some dick in her past broke her confidence. We’ll fix this. Together.

“Phil.” My name is a sigh and her finger moves from side to side. “This, like this.”

Inching forward, I match the movement with my tongue, relishing the uninhibited sounds she makes in response. Then my mind blanks to everything but her pleasure. Licking, sucking, nipping until she’s writhing against my face. Panting my name. With one hand I steady her thigh. The other finds her wet, slick channel. One finger. Two. I stroke in as deeply as I can then angle to find her g-spot.

The jerking of her muscles and her low moan tell me I’ve discovered that special place. Experimenting with speeds and pressures I wait until she tells me, “Yes. That. Like that.”

I give her that. Like that. Moving my hand from her thigh, I rest my palm below her navel. My tongue and lips are busy on her clit. Silently I encourage her as I press down on her lower belly.That’s it, Maya. Feel how I’m making you come. Come for me, baby doll.

With a sharp cry, she explodes. Lightly sucking her clit, I draw out her orgasm, loving how her body clenches around my fingers. As she calms, I crawl up the bed and lay on my side facing her.

“You are so beautiful when you come, baby doll.” I lick my fingers. “And tasty.”

seven

Maya

As my breathing steadies and my heartbeat slows, panic sets in, nearly negating how good that orgasm made me feel. I don’t know what got into me. Why I acted in such a brazen fashion. Stripping in front of a guy? Demanding he do the same? Touching myself to show him…

I wait for the heat of embarrassment to replace passion’s flush, but it doesn’t happen. In fact, everything feels so right. Like the missing parts of my life have fallen into place.

All I had to do was fall in love with the right man. I’d attempted to ignore the signs. Love found me so suddenly I didn’t realize what was happening. I’d felt instant attraction to the muscular gymnast and spent too much time denying and fighting those feelings. Now I’ve accepted and acted on that love.

I’m not done yet. I need him to love me, too. How do I make this happen? No. I can’t make him love me. If all we have is sex, I’ll take the moments and cherish each one.

I’m not done yet tonight either. “Phil,” I sigh. “It’s your turn.”

“I don’t need anything, honey.”

“That hard poking at my hip tells me otherwise.”

“Not important.”

Careful of my knee, I wiggle onto my side facing him. “As much as you think my pleasure is important, that’s at least as much as I expect to give you.”

His grin is lazy and wickedly sexy as he strokes my side. “What do you have in mind?”

“You inside me.”

“Right to the point.”

I mirror how he touches me, discovering the ridges of his firm abdominal muscles. The trail of hair leading to his cock. Our mouths meet and with my tongue I show him what I want. “How do we do this?”

“Hmm. Kiss me again, baby doll.”

While his lips tease, he eases my braced knee, complete with its pillow, over his hip. His flexibility amazes me as he tugs another pillow from the head of the bed to the back of his thighs and arranges my leg.

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