Chapter 9

His lust took over, his cock pistoning back and forth in my mouth. Placing both my hands on his arse cheeks, and gripping them tightly before pulling him hard against me. He roared as he erupted, shooting a torrent of cum into my mouth. Spasm after spasm kept hitting the back of my throat while continuing to buck his hips back and forth until he spasmed no more.

After removing his cock from my mouth, I opened it showing him all his jizz, before swallowing it. “Wow, so awesome to see all my cum in your mouth and then swallow, unreal.”

He put his hands under my arms, stood me up, and kissed me, licking my lips, tasting his cum before his tongue probed my mouth, finding every bit of his seed, sharing it with me until we stopped, leaving me breathless once again.

“Wow, so hot. A guy tasting his cum. That’s amazing.”

“No, you were amazing by how you took my cock and got me to orgasm so quickly, and you blew me away when you opened your mouth showing me all my jizz before swallowing, so fucking wicked.”

“Shall we have a bite to eat now?”

“Why not, and then we can have dessert.”

“Yeah, I love cheesecake,” I replied mischievously, knowing what dessert he wanted.

He looked at me while smiling cheekily, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Cheesecake? Really?”

Playing coy, I asked, “What else is there?”

“A special treat for my sexy girl.”

“Oooooh, I like the sound of that.”

Riley couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts as I bent over to get the food out of the esky, along with plates and cutlery, while he got the non-alcoholic wine and poured the drinks.

The setting was perfect, sitting in dappled sunshine as the leaves rustled in the gentle breeze. We ate and fed each other as lovers do. Take a nibble of chicken, a piece of tomato, and other yummy goodies. Being with this man felt heavenly, and I felt safe with no concerns about our nudity if someone found us.

After lunch, Riley sat with his back against a tree, opened his legs and beckoned me to sit between them and rest my back on his chest, cuddling me, gently stroking my boobs, or rubbing his finger up and down my slit, turning me on.

His cock grew hard, pressing into my back as he continued to stimulate my sex, spreading my labia, running his fingers between them, coating them with my wetness, only to put them in my mouth for me to suck clean, then back to fingering me, becoming more demanding as he pushed them inside me. I thrust my hips back and forth, encouraging him to go deeper, only for him to stop and say, “I think it’s time for desserts now.”

He’d got me all worked up, ready for his dick, and now he wants desserts? “Please make love to me. Let dessert wait.”

“I think you’ll like the dessert I have in mind. Come and lie down in the shade.”

He laid a blanket under the sun shade for me to lie on and then produced a velvet blindfold. I gasped and put my hands to my mouth.

“Will you allow me to blindfold you?”

“Why? You’re not going to hurt or tickle me, are you?”

“I would never deliberately hurt you, but I might tickle you when you are defenceless and tied to my bed.”

“You want to tie me up? I’m not into that shit.”

“Sorry, it was a spur-of-the-moment thought when you said tickle.”

“Okay ... I’ll let you blindfold me ... but if you freak me out, I’ll want you to stop.”

“Cool, no problem.”

He kissed me as he put the blindfold on, and I immediately put my hands to my eyes, feeling the velvet material after being plunged into darkness. Touch and sound became more profound as he lightly ran his hands down the sides of my body, then across my boobs, tweaking my hardened buds, giving me goosebumps, until he wrapped his arms around me and gently laid me down.

I couldn’t help but giggle as he gently stroked my legs, electrifying me from my feet to my pussy. “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know. Maybe your touch, the thought of what you are about to do, or is my sister screwing Tristan in her room?” Wow, this is the first time I’ve thought of her. “What time is it?”

“Two-thirty.”

My god, my sister and I have a mental connection. She said she would think of me at two thirty and hope we were both screwing our guys. Yes, that’s it. That’s what’s amusing me.

Riley interrupted my thoughts when he tweaked a nipple and then sprayed something on it. “Is that cream in a can?”

“Yes, it is.”

Then he did the same to my other nipple before spraying it on my belly button and finally applying a copious amount to my pussy lips.

“Are you going to lick it off?”

“Not yet. There’s more to come.”

The next sensation I felt was when he pushed something into the cream; two to each boob, one on my belly and three between my labia. I could sense he was doing something else as I heard him move. “What you doin now?”

“Applying the finishing touches. Open wide.” Then he placed something on my bottom lip. “Now close gently.”