“Your age is not showing,” Emma corrected her. “I actually would’ve guessed older, not because of your face, which looks angelic and young, but because of your mouth. But you remind me of a friend of mine who I love dearly. You’d adore her. Piper tells it like it is.”
“Well, too bad she’s not here,” Mallory said, “because having one more person on deck would be handy right about now. My nipples aren’t going to suck themselves.”
Emma laughed. “No, they won’t. But Piper doesn’t swap anymore. She and her husband have changed the way they do things, but they do frequent orgies. If you ever come to visit, I’ll have to introduce you to them and have them take you along to one.”
“Orgies, huh? Where do you live?” Mallory asked.
“Madison, Wisconsin.”
Mallory tipped her head back and chortled. “Can’t say I’ve ever been to Wisconsin, but if I happen by there on a shoot, I’ll give you a call. So are you two going to fuck or what?”
As Mallory and Emma had been talking, Antonio had started kissing Charlotte. It had started out soft, but now they were getting into it.
Emma couldn’t look away.
She wanted to, but suddenly all she could imagine was Antonio kissing her like that. Then she felt horrified. Pete had just acted like a jealous lover, which was what she’d wanted all along. Wasn’t that enough?
She shook her head to clear it.
“Is that a no?” Mallory asked. “Is that why you’re shaking your head?”
“Um, what?” Emma said. “No, it’s a yes. We have no problem having sex in front of anyone. I am feeling a little on the spot, however, but I’m sure we can power through. Are you ready, babe?” she asked Pete.
In answer, Pete rubbed his erection along her ass, his mouth tracing the contour of her back. “I’m just waiting on you,” he murmured, “and I think I can help with the powering.”
His hands snaked up the front of her stomach, cradling her breasts, an index finger and thumb lightly twisting each nipple.
Her body relaxed by a great degree, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
Pete continued to rub her breasts as Mallory joined Antonio and Charlotte. Mallory lay down on one of the mattresses, and Charlotte got on all fours over her, bending down to grab a nipple between her lips.
“Yes, that’s what I like,” Mallory moaned.
Seeing them all together spiked Emma’s need.
This was sexy, and felt very naughty. The fact they were all outside doing this together was intense.
Emma began to move her hips on Pete’s lap. He slid one of his hands down to her core, shifting her bikini bottoms to one side. When his finger hit her wetness, she called out.
Mallory’s head came up. “Everyone here wants to see those hips move. Keep it coming. Literally.”
Emma glanced over at Mallory, her eyes hooded. “You want to see me move, huh? I can do that.”
Antonio had gotten up and repositioned himself behind Charlotte, his eyes riveted on Emma.
She felt them like a scald on her skin.
The girls were busy, Charlotte focused on Mallory, Mallory waiting for Pete to fuck Emma. Pete was behind Emma, kissing her back.
No one could see the look Antonio was giving her, and Emma couldn’t force herself to look away.
Emma was wet and ready, and she lifted herself up over Pete, tilting her hips. Pete’s cock was big. Very big. She had to make sure her body was at the right angle to get over the tip. She wanted everyone to see the entire act, because it was sensual, and that’s what she loved.
She hovered over the top of Pete’s dick, rolling her hips in a circle independently of her body.
“Jesus, woman!” Mallory cried. “Put us out of our misery already and impale yourself! You should take this tour to Vegas. You’d have an entire audience orgasming in their seats.”
Very slowly, she eased herself down, taking his shaft like a belly dancer lowering herself to the ground.
Everyone moaned, including her husband, who clutched her hips tightly.
“Fuuuck,” Pete ground out. “You feel crazy insane. You’re so wet.”
Once she was fully seated, she leaned forward, grabbing on to Pete’s thighs, and began to work him over, jutting her ass backward, and then flowing forward, her abs clenching and unclenching as she went, fucking him senseless.
“That’s how you get those abs,” Charlotte murmured.
Emma went faster.
“Holy shit, that’s hot!” Mallory exclaimed.
All the talk began to simmer into the background as the climax began to build.
And throughout it all Emma’s eyes were pinned on Antonio.
She couldn’t break the connection, even if she’d wanted to.
Emma felt guilty, knowing her husband was the one she was with, but the need to be noticed the way Antonio was noticing her was too much.
It won over everything else.
Panting, she rocked faster. A sheen of sweat broke out across her skin. She couldn’t stop, and she was going to come hard.
“Emma, slow down, you’re going to make me come too fast,” Pete said, his voice nothing more than completely breathless, his fingers biting into her hips.
But she couldn’t stop.
She didn’t want to.
This orgasm was going to be shattering, and she felt somehow like she’d earned it.
Antonio seemed to sense her urgency. He fisted his cock, which was not small by any means, and not breaking eye contact with her, he bent over Charlotte and entered her in one thrust.
Emma closed her eyes.
It was almost too much.
Her hips rolled of their own accord, the pace incredible. It was like a hula dance on steroids.
“Emma, I’m coming! I can’t hold it back any longer—” Pete tried to pin her ass in place as he came, but she moved through his orgasm. Feeling his pleasure and his cock pulsing inside of her sent her skyrocketing. He cried out, “Goddamn it!”
She was a few pulls from her own release.
Antonio had matched her rhythm as he pounded into Charlotte, his eyes still locked on her. Charlotte cried out, her body clenching back into Antonio’s. “I’m coming, you beautiful bastard!”
That was Emma’s undoing.
The massive orgasm swept through her body full force, like a cyclone of pleasure whipping through each and every cell.
Emma stopped, her torso bending, her hips buckling. She yelled incoherent words, her hands fisting, as wave after wave hit her. It felt so damn good. She realized, through her blissful haze, that she hadn’t had a powerful orgasm like this in much too long.
When it was finally over, she was panting hard, and her body had broken out in goose bumps.
Why hadn’t she and Pete been having sex like this? Mind-blowing, incredible, orgasmic sex?
Before she could analyze it any more, Mallory broke the silence. “Okay, kiddos, this is totally not fair. Who’s going to fuck me now?”
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Pete lay back in the sand, recovering. His body felt limp after coming so hard, and his blood was pumping so fast his heart felt like it might jump out of his chest. Emma was next to him, catching her breath. The sex between them had been something altogether different. Emma had ridden him unrelentingly, and he’d released explosively because of it.
But that hadn’t been the only reason.
It had felt different.
Like the sex they’d had when they’d first met. Needy, hungry, feverish, and wild. Pete had had no idea they’d been missing that kind of coupling before right this minute. Sex always felt good to him, and he always came.