Free Girl Trade - full length erotic adventure novel (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) by Chloe Thurlow Page A

sucked the fine soft head of his penis. I ran my tongue down the shaft and up again, wetting that smooth column. I sucked the head and rimmed the groove, teasing all the nerve endings. I wetted the fragile parchment of his testicles and took his balls one at a time in my mouth, sucking away as if those buried Easter eggs were the home-made toffee one of the girls from Cornwall used to bring back to school in a big yellow tin after the holidays.
    Every boy I had ever been out with had managed to get his cock down my throat, but I had always considered it one-sided, a mixed sense of joy and conquest for the boy and a bit boring and jaw-aching for me. Never before had I appreciated the sheer delight of having a man’s cock massaging my mouth, the inside of my cheeks, my jostling tonsils, this love game, this oral exchange, the male phallus not invading but completing me, filling my throat like the key piece in a Chinese puzzle. His pulsing cock was vibrating over the membranes and tissues of my throat, touching my taste buds with its sultry perfume, the slap and slurp of flesh against flesh like an echo of the tide drifting back into the bay. We were protected in the oval-shaped dune like seeds in a cocoon, the moon on its journey, the sheikh’s bottom rising from the ground as he pushed and pierced deeper into the heart of my being. Two men had fucked me that day, but this was different. The sheikh wanted me, but I wanted him, too, with a feeling of want I’d never had before.
    As I felt him tense in pre-climax, I let his cock slip from its hiding place and stitched a row of kisses over his belly, his chest, his lips. I straddled his neck, then lowered my drenched pussy over his mouth. He kissed and sucked, he nudged my clitoris and wormed his tongue deep, deep into the silky cavern of my pulsating vagina. Girlie liquids seeped from me, a slow continual stream, warm and piquant, rich and spicy, the scent of sex, the fragrance of some wondrous fruit being milked. And the thing about being a girl is that the juice just keeps coming, oozing down the walls of my pussy, over the spread pink labia like honey from a comb, anointing the sheikh as the sweet stuff spread in a fine coating over his face.
    I felt contractions. My heart was pounding. My breath was trapped in my throat. I rolled to one side and slid across the sheikh’s body to take his penis back into my mouth, completing the circle, his tongue pushing back into my vagina, my tongue wrapped about his silken shaft. We rocked to and fro like two children on a seesaw in the park, up and down, deeper and deeper while the stars glimmered and the moon climbed higher into the heavens. Sex al fresco. There’s nothing like it.
    Our bodies were slippery with perspiration. My pussy continued to leak sweet nectar into his mouth. I could have remained in that position for the rest of the night, the rest of my life, but the tempo changed, his body grew tense and my mouth filled with his sperm, a long pumping gush of creamy liquid that tasted like fresh yoghurt, like ripe mango, like coconut milk, an exotic salad of unknown fruits that I gobbled down, slurping and swallowing, greedy for more. He kept pushing into me, I kept drawing at his cock and, as the last drips drained into my mouth, I went rigid, released his cock and gasped for air as his meaty tongue ignited an orgasm that made the sand move beneath the blue sarong. I cried out as if in pain but the pain was an intense, all-consuming pleasure.
    My body was trembling as if in fever. I rolled to one side, arms wrapped around the sheikh’s legs, our bodies dripping, throbbing, electric. I was dizzy. My head was spinning. Something had happened to me since I crossed the point of no return on that swim from La Gomera, some truth had turned to a lie, some unbreakable link had broken, some barrier had been torn down. Freed like a prisoner from all restraints, like the boys in Lord of the Flies , I had instantly gone native.
    With