I want to take you right here on the carpet, where we can both look out at the ocean.I want to take you right here on the carpet, where we can both look out at the ocean." I knew that this was Craig's way of being nice to me. He knows that I don't like to suck cock to completion. I just have never developed a taste for sperm. I moved forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass. Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from behind. He leaned forward over my back and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He thrust and I tried to match his rhythm. He had been denied too long, and the pace quickly picked up. Each thrust, I would open my eyes out onto the ocean. When he would withdraw, I would close them again and back up trying to keep him inside. Soon, we both were reaching a crescendo. Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned to the bed. I picked up my discarded swimsuit. A quiet afternoon on the beach was a perfect prescription. I started to head to the shower but Craig stopped me, "Let's go down now." "But I need to clean up first", I replied. "But you look beautiful with that just fucked look. All the men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can let the ocean clean us." Craig reached into his bag and pulled out his swim trunks. He looked worse then I did, with my dried juices still on visible on his face. I quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my hair. We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator. |