touch seemed to burn through her. She ached with need. Wanting to feel his cock. Wanting it to glide deep inside her. Just like last night.
Remembering the glorious sensation of his huge cock stretching her slick passage, she ran her hand over her stomach, then lower. She stroked her fingertips through the small patch of damp curls, then lower. Her other hand stroked up her wet body to her breast. She squeezed the tight nipple, almost gasping at the intense sensation, remembering his mouth covering her. Sucking on her hard nub.
The fingertips of her other hand stroked along her slit, sending quivers through her. On shaky legs, she backed up a few inches and sat down on the cedar bench. Wanting to give him a better view, she spread her knees wide as she stroked her intimate folds. Heat careened through her.
What if he came bounding out of hiding and dragged her into his arms? His cock would be hard, extending upward. He could drive it into her in one long stroke.
She would so love to feel that right now.
The water poured over the front of her body in thick drops as she stroked faster, her fingers quivering. Then she drove a finger inside. Her head fell back against the slate as pleasure surged through her. Her thumb found the little button tucked in her folds and she teased it.
Oh, God, it felt so good. She squeezed her nipple. At the intense sensation, she pinched it harder, then stroked between her legs faster. She closed her eyes, remembering her Fantasy Stranger pressing his cock to her opening while she’d lain beneath him, blindfolded. His cock had pushed into her, stretching her with its girth.
She gasped as blissful sensations shot through her. She moaned, long and deep, as the orgasm erupted inside her. Hot. Fast. Intense.
* * *
Devlin’s gaze remained glued to Sandra as her fingers pulsed into her intimate folds. His cock, engorged, close to bursting, filled his hand as he stroked it. God, she was such an incredibly sexy woman. He wanted her so badly.
She gasped, then moaned, her face a picture of ecstasy as the orgasm washed through her. His groin tightened and then he groaned quietly as he felt the release, hot liquid gushing from him.
* * *
Sandra’s hands stilled and she sucked in air. Oh, wow. That had been incredibly sexy. She never would have thought showing off her body like that would be so wildly erotic. She didn’t even know for sure who her Fantasy Stranger was, yet knowing he’d watched her touching herself … arousing herself … had been an intense aphrodisiac.
She felt wicked and extremely sexy.
Was he still out there watching? Her hand glided leisurely up her body, then cupped her breast. Had he come when she had?
She hoped so.
She thought she’d heard a groan in the bushes, but it might have been her imagination.
She drew in a deep breath. Slowly, she stood up, her knees still a little shaky.
One thing was for sure, this weekend had changed the way she looked at sex.
* * *
Sandra sat on the deck in her bikini, stretched out on a lounge chair, staring over the water, her book by her side. She’d tried reading, but delicious thoughts of a sexy stranger kept distracting her. Finally she’d abandoned the book to enjoy the heat of the sun on her body and the gorgeous surroundings.
“Hey, you look pretty relaxed.” Aimee walked up the steps, finally returning from her morning swim.
Sandra wondered if that swim had been with Craig, including a repeat performance of yesterday morning’s activities on the swim raft.
Assuming, of course, that Craig wasn’t Sandra’s Fantasy Stranger. Which she was pretty sure he wasn’t. She had a strong feeling it was James.
“The fellows suggested we go to their place for dinner tonight. That okay with you?”
Sandra smiled. “That would be great.”
She really wanted some time with James. She had yearned for him for such a long time. It had been excruciating when she’d been in college.