Free To Kiss You Again by Brandie Buckwine

knew, would catapult me into something that, until now, I didn’t know was missing in my life.
    Her hands slid across my skin as she washed away the salt of the sea, down my chest, around to my ass, and finally, to the erection bouncing between us. It was all I could do not to come at her touch. The feel of her fingertips gliding along my cock brought every nerve to rigid attention, and the hairs of my chest stood on end as her nipples brushed them.
    I cupped the globes of her ass and traced their curve until I reached the sweet spot between her legs. From behind, I worked a finger through her slit, brushing over the wet opening, between her inner lips. The low moan from her lips momentarily broke our kiss. Her grip on my cock clenched when I brushed her clit. From our ferry ride, I knew she liked a soft touch, and she responded beautifully. When her knees buckled, I grabbed her around the waist and held her close, but I didn’t slow my onslaught. The walls of her vagina sucked my fingers as I pushed and twisted them inside her. Bracing my forearms across her ass to keep her in place, I attacked her from behind with both hands – one to keep the friction on her clit and one to plunge inside her depths. She could no longer hold the kiss as her breath turned to frantic panting beneath my touch.
    Water from the barrel above slowed to a trickle as her body exploded in my hands. Normally, I would have taken her sooner, but I couldn’t bear to lose the sight of her coming unwound in my arms. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips trembled as her pussy quaked around my fingers. My cock remained rigid, forgotten in her hand.
    I reached to turn off the shower, and Jenny slid down my body to her knees. Reflexively, my hand grasped under her arm, but all I did was slow her descent. When I reached to pull her back up, she hugged my legs and pressed her face into my thigh. Her hot breath tickled over the hairs of my legs. It killed me to have her face so close to my dick, and I had to fight not to guide her toward it. She must have read my mind, or felt my pulse pushing her in that direction, because she rose to her knees in front of my bobbing erection and gave me a wild grin.
    She teased the tip with her tongue, smearing the drops of pre-cum around my head. My pulse sped up as she ran her mouth down the shaft, nuzzling into my pubic hair with her cheek. Wet hair fell into her face, so I pulled it away and clinched it in my hand, watching her slow movements in the dim night. She grasped the base with one hand and tugged upward as her lips closed over me, sliding down to meet her hand. I shifted to a wider stance to give her a better angle, and locked my knees.
    Her free hand cupped my balls, and she massaged them gently with her fingertips. The sensations when she ran her tongue around the head, and then consumed and suctioned me, had me at the edge of madness. She found a spot I didn’t know existed at the base of my scrotum – the light pressure from her finger brought on my orgasm like a raging bull. Her lips pulled my cock into her mouth while her tongue pressed into me.
    “Guaa,” was all I could mange. Frantically, I rocked my hips, shoving my penis deep into her throat, and my seed burst out, into her waiting mouth.
    I fell to my knees, and Jenny pulled me close, locking me in her arms. The hard rock and sand of the shower floor grated against my skin, and I remembered her warning. When my breathing slowed, I kissed her forehead.
    “Let’s go find someplace more comfortable, yeah?”
    She nodded and we both rose. I bent to pull up my shorts, but she stopped me.
    “They’ll be gritty. Just take them off.”
    I removed them, along with my sandals, while Jenny ran to the beach for her own clothing. Wearing only a smile, I met her at the path to her house. Somehow, I knew that smile would become a permanent fixture on my face. Jenny would see to it.
     

Part IX
     
    I have to remind myself not to run. He doesn’t know the