The Revenge of BeachWalker

(for those who asked)

"Hello?"
"I'll be over around 9:00. Be ready to fuck." 
With those words, he hung up.
A mischievous smile spread over her face.
"Oooh! A challenge." she thought.

Moments before 9:00, the door opened.
Footsteps sounded in the short hallway until he appeared in the doorway. He stopped short at the sight of her, propped against the pillows, wearing only scraps of satin & lace.
"Ready enough?" she teased, running her hands over the slippery fabric of her bra.

His eyes fastened on the sight of her breasts, plumping and releasing as she massaged the soft flesh. "Mmm, baby!" he breathed, walking to the side of the bed while his hands moved to his belt buckle.

She stood and helped him remove his clothes, running her hands over his warm body.  Short, soft kisses were rained on each bit of skin as it was uncovered. Running her fingers down his torso to skim his rigid shaft, she stepped away.

"I think you like my outfit!",  she grinned. Turning, she arched, then tilted her head back over her shoulder and asked, "How does it look from this side?"

The only answer was a soft growl as fingers clamped on the sides of her hips and pressed her into the foot of the bed. A warm hand pushed between her shoulder blades until her face rested against the mattress. "Mmmmmm" she purred, as she turned her head and stretched her arms out to either side.

A very hard cock settled between her cheeks. It rubbed up and down, driving the soft fabric further and further into her cleft while his palms stroked long, luxurious caresses from her back down her thighs and up again. Then he bent over her, firm flesh shifting. She moaned as he slid back and forth between the cushiony folds of wet satin. His fingers entwined with hers, centering her as she rocked her body into the sweet sensation, forehead pressed into the mattress.

Finally, he stood and pulled her with him. While pushing to upright, she kept his cock trapped between her thighs, slipping a finger down to rub her slickness over the head that had worked it's way beneath her drenched panties. His hands glided across her ribs to cup her aching breasts.

"More, please", she whispered, undoing the front clasp of her bra. He caught the weight of her in his hands and they stood caressing each other for several long, delicious moments before she stepped away. Sliding her hands under the waist of her panties, she slowly spun, tugging them past her hips while she wiggled her rump onto the bed. Laying back, she curled her knees to her chest, then slowly pulled them off, while straightening her legs above her head. Once the last scrap of fabric dropped from her toes, her arms relaxed and she braced her heels on the edge of the mattress.

He stood between her legs, stroking himself as he looked at her, open before him. She ached to touch herself but resisted and let her body plead with him, instead. Shoulder to hips, her body arched and undulated in silent entreaty. He slid his hands down the insides of her thighs, stopping at the wet curls. One hand teased the ends of the soft hair, while the other continued to stroke his cock.

"You want this inside you, baby?"
She moaned and nodded, biting her lip.
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Mmmm, yes, please!"
"Yes please, what? Tell me."
"Yes, I want you! I want that gorgeous cock inside me. I want you to fuck me!"

He slid forward onto the bed, gathering her up, twisting and pushing her ahead of him, until she was on all fours. One hand on her rump, he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness between her legs. She moaned and shifted her hips, pushing back to slide onto him. A low chuckle sounded behind her as he moved away, keeping himself just hovering at her entrance. Whimpering, she turned her head with a look that was half glare, half promise.

Grinning, he pulled back and paused. Before she could protest, however, he slammed into her.  "Unh!" she cried as her head dropped. Leaning forward over her, his hands grabbed her jostling breasts. Firmly manipulating the soft flesh, he buried his face in her neck.

Grunts, moans, sighs, and wet, suctioning slaps filled the air, swirling through her senses and sliding her lids shut. She sank into the sensations and rode them as they surged through her body, wave after wave, stroke after stroke. Pushing, fucking, harder, harder, faster, harder. oh. Oh. OH!  They broke over her, through her. His hard strokes continued but she knelt, limp in his arms, until he too groaned his release.

Panting, they rested heavily for several moments, then began to straighten. The luscious weight of his softened cock as it slipped, heavy and wet, from her sensitive pussy made her whimper with arousal and regret. She reached back to stroke him while her head dropped onto his shoulder.  He chuckled in her ear.

"Don't flake out on me now. That was just a hello. Let's get beneath the covers and see if we can keep the conversation going."