Page 76 of The Ex Factor

I sat stupefied. My eyes went to her breasts. They were beautiful. The setting sun had stopped in its track to illuminate her nipples like two pieces of precious, dark rubies set on two perfect mounds of gold.

She moved closer and brought her breast to my mouth. Her hands raked the back of my head as she guided me gently. I held her waist. She let out a loud sigh as my mouth covered her taut nipple. I rolled my tongue over it, and her head fell back, her slender waist arching like an artist’s masterpiece.

“Yes, I want you, Aarti. I want the real you, all of you,” I said and kissed her chest and stomach.

She held my hand and helped me off the hammock.

I waited while she removed her bottom and reclined on the low chaise.

“You know what I want.” She smiled with the mischievous glint in her eyes that I’d come to love and desire more than anything else.

“Teach me,” I said.

She took my hand to her perfect brown opening and moaned. “I want your tongue.”

“Tell me how.” I bent her legs at the knees and coaxed open her thighs. “You are so beautiful!” I said, and she gave me a shy smile.

Spreading her legs wide open, she showed me how she liked it. I listened, learned, and followed. I gave her exactly what she asked for.

She tasted like sunshine and the sea. She glistened like the lights dancing on the water.

I made her moan so loudly, her back slipped down the recliner.

“You liked that?”

“Oh, Sujit,” she said and pulled me into a kiss. My body crushed hers gently, and she moved her tongue deeper and deeper inside my mouth.

Then she got off the chair, pulled down my shorts, and ordered me down on the chaise. She wrapped both her hands around my dick and stroked. I watched her swirl her tongue around the head, her eyes locked with mine. Her coral lipstick turned red, as if my dark skin was bleeding color to her lips, as if our bodies were melting into each other. Her fragrance dissolved into me, my fingers slipped into her hair, I disappeared into her mouth, and her breasts melded to my thighs. Her fingers on my hips leached away the pain I’d held for months. She wanted me to tell her what I wanted, but she’d already given me everything I needed.

Overcome with passion and consumed by fire, she rode me like a tigress. I let her take what she wanted, giving her everything I had in me. We rolled down onto the soft sand. She straddled me again, and I held her perfect bottom in my hands. Her breasts gleamed golden in the glow of the setting sun. I felt her insides clench against me.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered, but the crashing waves drowned me out. They got wilder, louder, thudding against my ear, sharing in our pleasure, cheering us on.

Somewhere in the distance, a thunderstorm roared. The sun glinted crimson in admonishment. But emboldened by the gust, the brazen storm continued to forge stronger, heading straight toward us.

Aarti was nearing climax, her moans rising above the roaring waves. She grazed against me, and I felt her insides tighten.

“Oh, Sujit! Sujit…I can’t…”

I held her bottom and thrust upward. A few insolent rain drops had the audacity to fall on her breasts and bounce with glee.

“Sujit,” she cried again, and I felt the rain on my face. “We need to get inside.”

I felt her clamping down on me again, and I kept going. I wanted to give her the happiness that no other man had.

“Keep going, darling, don’t stop now. I don’t want you to stop,” I said.

Unchecked by the sun and roused up by the wind, the storm had gained courage. It poured down with conceited bravado, taking over the skies, the earth, the seas.

“Sujit…”

“Keep going, baby…”

“Sujit…Sujit…hey…”

A soft hand on my wet cheek woke me up.

“Hey, sorry to wake you,” Aarti leaned over me in her blue one-piece and Kimono coverup. “It’s starting to rain. Let’s go inside.”

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