Chapter One: Man Dive

Clarice did a stage dive off the head of the bed, naked. She was standing over Marco, as he lay spread eagle on the satin sheets fondling himself while gazing up at her open-mouthed. She landed by his side and giggled, pushing her silky hair from her face.

“Thirds?!” she asked and demanded simultaneously.

He laughed and threw the sheet over her head. Clarice had a thrill of fear, the air stifling underneath. Then he kissed her eyes, mouth, and neck through the sheet. Tasting her smell, reeking of sweet wood in the crevices. Lust replaced fear as he left wet spots on the sheet. He focused on each breast, nibbling and teasing. Her breath grew husky. Marco moved down with his tongue over her belly. Once he reached the place between her thighs, the sheet there was already wet. He lifted it and went down on her voraciously, watching labia swell and clitoris stiffen once again.

Unable to take it for much longer, she rolled him off, and climbed on his caramel-colored chest, slid easily up in reverse cowgirl. Her thighs counted the squares on his belly as she passed. His firm nipples informed her she was nearing the target, and she dropped back so her labia could touch his lips again, and she could swallow his cock. As she closed her eyes and reciprocated, shivers went up her body from her soaked crotch. To Marco, the place between her thighs tasted like strawberries, his tongue licking and probing.

Clarice almost forgot what she was doing, almost. In her mind, she saw Marco laying on white sand; the water caressing his body like a billboard ad. She could smell the salt, his residual, her residual, and their scent, as he grew in her mouth. A spark in her clitoris made her arch her back, her lips falling away from his glans. They groaned together.

“Now lover, take me now,” she begged.

Placing his muscular hands on her firm bottom, he pushed her down to his hips, then lifted her up onto his stalk, then eased her down again. The pleasure of penetration, exquisite. His hardness drove the air out of her lungs, and she squeezed him. Then Clarice romped and rode him fast, full gallop, absorbing his testosterone, his power, with each thrust, until she finished.

He had cum before, but not this time, and she dismounted, leaving him frustrated. He groaned again as she stood up and headed for the bathroom.

“Aren’t you going to finish me?” he asked.

“Enough’s enough, now get dressed and get out. Ciao Bello!”

He did this little homosexual moan, staring at his throbbing cock. She looked back over her shoulder once more, to enjoy the length and girth of him, then closed the bathroom door. She heard the hotel room door slam a few minutes later as she tested the bath water.