“Yes?” I asked, still taking deep breaths to steady myself.
“Imagine you’re back there, in front of those people.”
I nodded, closing my eyes again, my knees taking their turn to shake slightly, still rubbing little circles on my clit with my fingertips.
“Now imagine I’ve told you it’s okay to take your bikini off. Do it.”
My eyes flickered open. Smiling, and without stopping touching my clit, I reached up and gently undid the bikini top, throwing it over the side of the bed, squeezing and rolling my nipples through my fingers until they were aching and hard. Then I took off the bottoms, too, kicking them away, only pausing my masturbation for a moment. I pictured being naked in front of the crowd.
“Everyone can see your nipples… your sexy pussy…” Nathan went on, his voice melting into my head, mingling with the fantasy I was having, enough to make me start rubbing my clit hard again.
“Everyone wants to fuck you, Paige.”
“Oh fuck,” I said, unable to keep it in a second longer. “Fuck me right now.”
Nathan climbed onto the bed, getting in between my thighs, his cock pressing into my tummy as he got into position, but I shook my head.
“No, wait.” I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back, sitting up instead, and then I rolled him onto his back. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his head as I straddled him, grabbing his cock and pointing it at my pussy. I sank down onto it, slowly, feeling it opening me up, until I could release my weight and sit fully on him, completely full of his hard cock.
“Okay, now fuck me,” I told him, holding out my hands. We’d done cowgirl before and he held out his hands too for me to grab hold of, our fingers folding together as I began to lift my hips and then slam them back down, supporting my weight with his hands. The intensity was off the scale. Impaling myself felt like the exact right word. I moaned loudly and sharply, squeezing his hands, bouncing up and down on him, almost forgetting about him in my desire to get his cock at just the right angle to push on my g spot.
I found the right angle and held myself in place, saying the words ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ and ‘oh’ and ‘yeah’ incoherently, and to my complete satisfaction I felt myself orgasm again almost straight away. This time was more intense, and I had to lean almost my entire weight onto his arms to support myself and keep balanced. He didn’t mind, though, and pushed back, only relaxing when I had finished and sat down again, his cock buried deep.
“Turn around,” he said.
I giggled. “Oh?”
“I want to see your arse while I fuck you.”
I obliged, slipping his cock out of me and turning around, getting settled facing the other way, the camera in front of me. He guided his cock back into me then held my waist as I pushed back and felt it go deep.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I said, holding onto his legs for support as I arched my back.
“I should’ve put the camera on this side,” Nathan said, laughing, one hand gripping my arse. “This is incredible.”
I started to ride his cock again, this time finding a slow, sensual rhythm that I could maintain. Finally, after my two orgasms, I’d found a kind of slow-burning sexual glow, which felt really good but didn’t feel like I was desperate for release.
“Nathan,” I said, still sounding breathless.
“Yeah?”
“Should I bring that bikini on holiday with us?”
He chuckled. “Oh, absolutely. And you know something else?”
“What?”
“They’ve got nude beaches there.”
I paused my riding. “Really?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest.
“Really. You want to go?”
I began riding him again. “I can’t fucking wait.”
THE END