Free Stranded on Temptation Island by Mara Stone Page A

begged.
                  “Sure,” he agreed. A swim did sound like just the thing to beat the heat. Logically. Danny did try to be logical. “Just let me change.”
                  He changed into trunks and followed Alex to the pool area, barefoot, while his mind raced with images of Alex wearing nothing but a bikini underneath that robe. He knew he wanted to fuck her, and tried hard to discard those images and replace them with Lisa, sweet Lisa who waited patiently for him at home.
                  The pool was abandoned, the only light the pale, bluish glow from the pool lights themselves. Danny’s resolve began to slip.
                  Alex wasted no time losing the bathrobe, and Danny swallowed, hard. She wore only a skimpy string bikini. With a few yanks, it would disappear. The curves of her breasts showed plainly over the top, and with a few adjustments, her nipples would easily slip out as well. She walked over to him, her curves glistening in the light.
                  “Ladies first,” he managed, gesturing to the water.
                  She smiled and slid slowly, sensuously into the water, gaze on him the entire time.
                  Danny caught himself. What was he doing?
                  “I’m going to stay out here,” he announced. “And keep you company from the deck.”
                  “Ah, please, Danny?” she pouted. “Come play with me.”
                  Danny knew exactly what kind of play she had in mind. He felt his dick rise. God, he wanted to. “I’m good here,” he said. He found a lounge chair and slouched onto it. He searched for anything to redirect his attention to and finally found himself studying the New York skyline, what he could see of it.
                  “Oh, Daaa-nneee,” her voice whispered low in his ears. He jumped. He had fallen asleep, and now Alex’s warm breath fell on his ear. He realized she straddled him and her mouth was less than an inch away from his ear. Before he could reply, her lips pressed down on his. He had planned to resist, but, caught off guard, he couldn’t. Her lips tasted like honey. Hot, sweet honey. She explored his mouth with her tongue, pouring passion into every movement while her hands roamed his naked shoulders and chest.
                  Danny found himself wanting more, and thoughts of resistance fled.
                  Her lips left his and lingered on the nape of his neck, sucking and licking her way down his shoulders. Slowly, her hand loosened the strings of his trunks. Her lips trailed down his body and stopped when she reached his hard cock. She groaned when she realized that he was hot, hard and waiting for her. He couldn’t resist letting out a sound of his own when she greedily fed his cock into her mouth. Her tongue lavished over him, sucking him from the bottom, to the top, flicking her tongue over his head.
    She gave him several long succulent licks over his head, tracing the tip of the head with her tongue before taking it into her mouth suddenly. Her hand moved down his body and cupped his balls in her hand, slowly fondling each one. Another groan escaped him. He reached down to cup her breasts in his hands, slipping his fingers beneath the bikini top to massage her nipples into tight peaks. He felt her moan around his cock and couldn’t help thrusting upwards.
                  “God, Alex,” he managed, as she increased her rhythm and sucked his cock hard and long. Over and over her mouth consumed his full length, deep over her tongue and into her throat. His desire spurred her on. The more she sucked, the more intense his desire to fuck her became.
                  She finally released his cock and stood. Slowly, she untied her bikini and tossed it aside. He let out a groan as she mounted him, teasing his cock as she lowered herself,