Page 16 of Rockstar Retreat

She tried to pull me up when I slid down, but I refused to be rushed. I wanted her taste on my tongue. I wanted my mouth full of her as she exploded. I pushed her panties down her hips, and she kicked them away, her protests gone the moment my mouth found her throbbing clit. I knew she couldn’t protest anymore when her fingers tangled in my hair tightly and her hips began to dance on the sand beneath us.

“Jerrik…” I heard her sigh, but I was too busy sucking her juices into my mouth. I could not get enough of her.

My tongue swiped down, gathering her flavor on my tongue. I savored it for a moment, letting my fingers take the place of my tongue as I memorized her taste. I didn’t know if this would ever happen again, and Sharon was definitely worth memorizing.

Sharon’s hips twisted up, pressing into my face as my fingers skimmed her folds before I let one digit plunge into her tight opening. I hummed against her clit as she cried out my name and her thighs clamped around my head. I guided her through her rapture, pressing deeper with my finger, finding that spot where her walls clamped down hard, before sucking her straight over the edge once more.

I think she screamed, but I’m not sure, I couldn’t hear well with her thighs closing around my head as she came hard beneath me. I let her ride it out, slowing my attention until her legs fell open and she gave a ragged sigh of contentment.

“Jerrik,” she muttered. Her hands left me, and I heard something like ripping foil. The condom. “I need to feel you, all of you. Inside of me.”

I couldn’t deny myself another moment of not sinking into her heated depths and leaned back. She had the condom ready in her hands, and she reached down between our bodies. She pulled the elastic of my briefs and eased them carefully over my cock, and I bit my lip and moaned when the back of her hand brushed against me.

Her hand wrapped around my cock and gave one long, sure stroke. I breathed out harshly, growling when her hand pulled away. Then she was easing the condom down on my cock. I let her touch me as much as she wanted, repaying her movements with a deep kiss that stole her breath away.

I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, brushing my palm against the still wet nipple. I took the bud between my thumb and pointer finger and pressed it tightly between my fingers, then rolled it. Her gasp and the thrust of her hips against mine told me she liked it. I stored that information away for later. Then I trailed my hand down her stomach, following it with my eyes, down to between her thighs to find her slick and ready for me.

Her hands were still moving over my cock, one of her hands moving lower to cup my balls and roll them in her palm. When I moved my fingers over her clit, her hands stuttered as her head tilted back on a moan. Then her eyes were on mine, looking fierce.

“Now, Jerrik,” she said, her voice forceful, her desire had only been whetted by my attention not assuaged.

I gave her a strained smile.

“Aren’t we a little demanding?” I murmured, my voice just as strained.

I ran my fingers over her sex, sliding one finger inside. Then I moved my hand before she got the idea to smack it away. I moved closer until my thighs were below her ass, and I looked between our bodies as she led the head of my cock to her entrance. I braced my hands beside her shoulders and took away both of our frustration with one sure stroke into the heated heart of her.

Her face twisted with pleasure, her legs moving to wrap around my hips, as her hands moved around my waist to my back.

“Just like that,” she moaned as I started out slowly, pulling out to the tip and sliding smoothly back into her body. “You feel so good, Jerrik.”

I chuckled. “You feel better around me, Sharon,” I promised.

I teased her until she moaned in frustration, her hands digging into the sand at her sides as she thrust back up at me, her body demanding more. When I thought she could take it no more, I gave in to her and started moving faster and harder, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Sharon cried out and writhed under me as I circled my hips into hers, our bodies moving together as I fucked into her roughly. Her hips moved to meet my thrusts, and all I could do was look down at her. She panted with every breath, letting out small moans and whines. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of my hips, and I wanted to be closer so I could get her nipples into the wet heat of my mouth.

I moved my arm, pressing my forearm against the ground to brace my body around hers. The shift stuttered my rhythm a little, and I freed an arm to wrap it around her waist and arch her back and hips, then resumed my hard and fast pace. I felt her walls tighten around me, their slick grasp sending a shiver up my spine as I fought for my own control.

“Fuck, Sharon,” I groaned out and could have laughed because I had such a shitty sense of humor, but I could barely speak right then.

“Jerrik,” she moaned my name in her need, how she said it making me groan.

I leaned down to press a kiss to her neck and kissed down her throat to her chest. With my arm under her waist, I raised her body a little higher, so only her shoulders were still pressed on the shawl, and I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. I rolled the nipple lightly between my teeth, lightly tugging on it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her short nails dug into my back, and I shifted to her other nipple.

I could feel myself drawing close, and I ground my hips against hers, moving in rhythm with her, my body pressing into her clit.

I wanted her to come again before I found my own release, I wanted to feel her clamping around my dick until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Words tumbled out of her mouth, and I imagined it was along the lines of her begging, but I was losing myself in my pleasure. It took all I had not to come, but I waited, listening for those little sounds and the fluttering of her tight walls to tell me it was okay to let go.

Just when I thought I’d lose the fight with my will, I could feel her walls contract around me with the beginning of her orgasm. I groaned as she took away my self-control, my body taking over for my brain. I felt her nails digging into my ass as she sealed her body to mine, her body twisting beneath me as she came apart and screamed my name. I felt the first jet of my own release as she clamped down even harder on my, my hips moving against hers in short, deep thrusts, pulling away from her nipple so I could duck my head in her shoulder as the world exploded around me. She cradled me and I heard a low growl before I realized it was me.

“That’s it, Jerrik, let go baby, let it all go.” She cooed into my ear as she continued to thrust up to meet me, giving every last shuddering moment of pleasure that she had to give me. Like it was the one and only time she’d give it to me, but I pushed that thought aside as I struggled to catch my breath.

We both stilled as our bodies calmed down, neither of us moving to pull away. Sharon’s arms around me held onto me weakly, and I trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body exhausted even as I held myself above her so I wouldn’t crush her.

She’d blown my mind and my body. I never wanted to let her go.