“Are we still heading down to the beach?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah…I told you I want to get some tan lines for you.”

He crosses the room to sit on the bed, his cock already straining at the fabric of his red trunks.

I move to where he’s sitting at the foot of the big hotel bed, steadying myself with a hand on his hip. “Can I sit in your lap?” I whisper the words lightly against his ear.

He nods eagerly and I sit right into his lap. Now we’re both facing the dresser and big mirror positioned across from us.

Watching the two of us in the mirror, I pull his right hand up to my chest, pressing it against the stretchy, white bikini fabric and filling his palm with my breast.

“Mmm.” He lays a light kiss on my neck. I grind my ass back into his dick. Fuck, it feels good to tease him like this.

“Let me suck on them.” The tone of his voice is practically begging.

I shake my head no. “Not yet.” My voice is husky with sex and barely recognizable to my own ears. “What is that you were telling me earlier? About the guy? In the restaurant?”

“Oh.” He nuzzles my ear, his breathing ragged against the side of my face. “The one that was all distracted watching you?”

I nod. It’s such a turn-on, knowing that he was watching the other man’s lustful eyes follow me around the room.

“His wife saw him, too. I heard her telling him what an ass he was.” His fingers push the triangle of bikini fabric off my breast, my dark areola and nipple springing free, eager to be played with. He lands a quick kiss on the outside of my nipple before going on. “He didn’t even stop after she caught him. When you came back to the table the second time, he was basically fucking you with his eyes.”

So hot.

I reach into his trunks and grab his dick, wrapping my palm around, getting to a rhythm stroking. “But I’m yours,” I tell him in a soft voice. “You’re the one that gets to take me home. It doesn’t matter if they look…he doesn’t get to have my mouth on his fat cock tonight. That’s just for you.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Oh, am I getting a blow job tonight?”

In a flash, I’m out of his lap and on my knees. “Take your trunks off.”

As soon as he kicks them off, I reach for his hard, hairy balls. “I know you want these in my mouth.”

He nods. “First let me take care of you. Let me play with it while I suck on those titties?”

I nod. As much as I want his cock in my mouth, I know how eager he is to get my nipples in his mouth and nurse from me.

“Lie back,” I command.

He obliges, lying all the way back on the white duvet so I can straddle his hips. I lean over so my nipples are just an inch or so from his face.

My voice is low and taut when I open my mouth again. “So that guy’s wife caught him staring at my legs?”

He nods slowly. “Not just your legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off your perfect ass either.” As if to emphasize his point, he lands a hard smack on my ass cheek.

I grind myself against his hips. “What was that for?”

A little smirk plays on his face. “That was for teasing me…and every other man in the restaurant tonight.”

He presses his strong hands against my back to pull me down to him, pushing my breasts into his face. As soon as he makes contact, he draws my right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a man dying of thirst. I pull away from him just a little bit, just to tease him.

As he feels me pulling away from his mouth, his tongue circles my nipple even more aggressively, working hard to keep me in place and keep my breast in his mouth. His other hand moves over to my left, neglected nipple and he pulls on it with a gentle tug.

“Mmmm.” The moan that comes out of my mouth is purely animalistic. I know I’m being bad, but I can’t help picturing the stranger from the restaurant pulling my taut nipples and using his mouth on them, in a stolen moment having slipped away from his wife. Lips pursed aggressively on my big, dark areolas while his hands worked his dick, as if he just had to play with himself because he was so turned on from getting to be with me.

Smack!

Another hard, loud smack on my bottom as my man brings a hand down on my ass cheek. Damn. As if he someone knew that I was thinking about the stranger from dinner, getting ready to fuck me.

My man shakes his head without taking his mouth off my nipple. I take a cue from my little dirty daydream and pull his hard dick into my hands.

He nods, moaning against my breast. This is what he wants.

He comes up for air, letting my nipple go, and immediately goes down to my other breast. Instead of taking it into his mouth, he layers little kisses all around my nipple, but not on it. Teasing me.