1 comments/ 13502 views/ 0 favorites Fantasy Vignettes Pt. 01 Ch. 01 By: fauvistfly Chapter 1: Watching Him The first time she saw him he was perched on a rock, staring out into the ocean. He seemed very comfortable—his arms lightly resting on his knees, his cigarette gently resting in his fingers. She looked at him through her lens to get a better picture and was not disappointed. His lean, defined arms were pale, glowing in the sunlight, in contrast to his black tank. His shock of blond hair ruffled in the slight wind; his worn jeans were slung low on his narrow hips. But it was his face that stopped her, made her zoom in and take a flurry of shots in an attempt to capture him forever in her camera. His cheekbones were sharp, and his eyes squinted in the glaring sun, giving his face a tough look to it. His mouth puckered a bit around his cigarette, and as he looked down, his lashes spiked against his face. She put down her camera for a moment to process the information, then quickly looked through her viewfinder again, afraid he might have disappeared. She found him and began taking pictures in earnest, zooming in on certain parts of his body, capturing his entire physique in other shots. She watched in fascination as he flicked away his cigarette, whipped off his tank top, unzipped his jeans to reveal black Speedos, and dove into the water. She lowered her camera and sat down on the warm sand. She noticed that she only had one more shot left on her roll. She snapped a photo of the empty slab that held the remnants of the man she had been ogling for the past 15 minutes and then quickly walked back to her townhouse to develop the roll. The second time she saw him was surprisingly closer—still behind glass, but that of a window rather than a lens, and right next door, to be exact. It had been only a day since she had taken her photos, stunning glossies of masculine beauty, and as she posted some up on her wall, she happened to glance out her window and see her mystery model. He had just left the townhouse adjacent to hers and quickly, perhaps angrily, walked out the backyard and strode out onto the sand as if in search of something important. He was dressed similarly, tank top and jeans, and she watched as he quickly disappeared over the dunes. She sat down, tape in one hand and photo in the other, and took in this new information. Her mystery model was staying next door. Next door. Her heart pounded and her body flushed. She mentally thanked her parents for nagging her about staying in the beach house this summer. The beach house still belonged to her parents, despite the divorce, but it was hers this summer. They had been wanting her to take it for a while now, not only to relax but also to have someone stay in the house as opposed to letting it sit empty all year. It helped them justify having a townhouse right on the beach. Their reasons didn't matter; only his proximity mattered right now. As the sun set on the close shores, she contemplated how she'd be able to meet him. Night came as her thoughts meandered through fantasies before finally reaching sleep. *** It was the loud yelling and heavy movement next door that woke her up. She could hear some kind of argument taking place, muffled yet harsh tones that piqued her interest but couldn't satisfy it. She tried going back to sleep, tried listening to music, tried counting— but there was no going back. Her mind was furiously imagining what was happening, and sleep was fleeing from its ferocity. So, she decided to enjoy the otherwise still night. She grabbed her short terry robe and climbed the stairs that led to the roof. Her parents had installed a tanning spot on their roof that she felt was one of the house's best amenities, but she had never been up there at night. She breathed in the salty sweetness of the evening and allowed it to caress her legs and weave through her hair. She had always loved the intoxicating night air, and she was about to slide into a chair when a light next door caught her eye. Having always been on the roof during the daytime, she had never noticed the skylights that ran across her neighbor's roof— the sunlight must have reflected off them and made them difficult to see through. With the darkness, however, the lit rooms pierced the night with startling clarity. Unable to squelch her curiosity, she walked closer. The sundeck gave her the height to peer into the skylight and see what was happening. She couldn't hear any more yells, so she assumed the argument had subsided, but she did see her model pacing his room. Bare-chested. She could tell he was angry by his rapid movements and the way he kept running his hands harshly through his hair. Every now and then he would cover his face with his hands and breathe deeply; she watched his chest move with each inhale and exhale, and she started to grow dizzy with focused anticipation. But nothing could have prepared her for his next movements. She felt her cheeks grow hot and her pussy grow wet as she watched him unzip his jeans and sensuously slide them down his legs, watched him step out of them and kick them to the side, watched him slowly walk towards the other side of the room and out of sight. She stayed motionless, looking at the lit room, breath held. Had she merely imagined that? Imagined how his cock had slowly been released from its encasings and stared at her, as if it knew she had been watching? Imagined the way it had slowly waved as he kicked his jeans aside? Imagined his taut legs and tight ass as he walked away? She shook her head in amazement and began breathing heavily. It was then that she realized there were other skylights, other ways to watch. She quickly walked in the direction he had gone and hoped with her aching pussy that she'd be able to see what he was up to. She clenched the railing of the sundeck as she saw him sprawled out on a bed, one knee up and the other leg dangling off the edge. His hands were wrapped around his cock, slowly moving up and down. She felt her body tighten in response and sat down on the deck. She mimicked his position, one leg dangling over the edge and one knee propped up. She felt the night air kiss her lower lips, and she shivered. Reaching down to her slit, she slowly slid her fingers over the juice that had pooled during her spying. She stared at his face— head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. His tongue darted out every now and then, curling under his teeth and sometimes licking his lips. His hands slowly but unceasingly slid up and down his cock, its head disappearing for a moment and then appearing with tense direction. It seemed as if his cock kept getting bigger and bigger, his movements urging its growth. She noticed the glistening cum and the sweat shining on his chest. She kept her movements in pace with his, using one hand to feel her pussy clench and the other to caress her clit. As his hips start to buck, she allowed her own to attempt to reach them. She was mesmerized by his cock and how he touched it powerfully, aggressively, knowingly. That power turned her on and kept her soaking. She wanted to throw her head back and imagine he was fucking her with that intensity, but she couldn't stop watching him; she didn't want to miss anything he did. He started jerking faster and his eyes screwed together while his mouth revealed his tongue pushed up against his teeth. She could tell he was close, and she was matching his every motion. She could feel her body rising, jerkily advancing to those heights of ecstasy. Suddenly he stopped, went rigid, and his cock exploded, pulsing cum all over his rigid abs. She felt her own orgasm crash all over her body, pleasure waves coating her with licks of delight. She felt the air kiss her breasts, her robe having coming loose with her forceful movements. She threw her head back and enjoyed the aftershocks of her bliss, her body still hot with sex and satisfaction. When she finally opened her eyes and looked to her distant lover, he was gone. Fantasy Vignettes Pt. 01 Ch. 02 After a sound sleep of one who has been satisfied, if only by herself, Liz woke up to the sun streaming through her window. Slowly standing, sleep still pressing against her eyelids, she stretched lazily by the window, enjoying the warm rays against her naked body. Yawning one last time, she made her way to the shower. Next door, Marc had just come out the back door to enjoy a brief smoke, happened to look up, and was greeted with perky breasts being stretched out--breasts that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. "Huh. I could've sworn the place next door was unoccupied. Well, maybe this summer's gonna be different. Wouldn't mind some more perky breasts," he thought to himself. He lazily scratched his cock, which was quickly starting to twitch, and slowly exhaled a long haze of smoke. He sat down at the back step and allowed himself to enjoy the quiet of the morning. Eventually he made his way back inside, grabbed his leather jacket, and headed outside to take a ride on his bike. *** Liz dressed casually in a short summer dress, her bikini on underneath in case she wanted to go for a swim, and grabbed her camera. Throwing it into her purse, she hopped down her steps and out the door. *** The simultaneous slamming of doors caused the slammers to look up, both startled by the other's presence. Liz blushed instantly, imagining the rock hard body that stood clothed before her. Marc casually hazarded a glance at her breasts, noting their perkiness and smiling at the memory. A beat passed, both basking in memories. "Hey, neighbor," Marc said finally, breaking the silent yet mutual admiration. "Hey yourself," Liz said, her eyebrow cocking a bit, as if challenging him to act on the thoughts that were flickering across his face. "You new around here? I've been here for years, and I've never seen you around." "Yeah, this is my first summer here. Time share and all." Seeing her expression, Marc decided to take a chance. "You wanna go for a ride?" Marc asked, gesturing to his motorcycle. "Like I said, I've been here for years, and I could show you around, if you'd like." Liz smiled and licked her lips. "I'm always up for a ride," she replied. "Lead on." *** "How'd you find this place?" Liz asked, looking around in awe at the view before them. After 15 minutes of cheek to leather—both on her face and between her legs—they drove off the side of the road, walked a few minutes on the side of a cliff, and found themselves in a sizable niche overlooking the ocean. There were parts that were completely shaded and others that were sparkling in the sunlight, creating a beautiful cave dance of shadows and light framed by the large expanse of ocean and curbed by the sounds of rolling waves against the sand. "It's just gorgeous. Amazing. Breathtaking. And terrifying," she said as she slowly backed away from the steep edge. "You can say that again," Marc muttered under his breath as he watched her daintily creep around what had been his asylum for the past several years. He took out a blanket from his bag and spread it on the floor. He sat on the blanket and leaned against the smooth rock. Taking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth, he squinted into her golden presence and watched her rummage through her purse in confusion. "Whatcha lookin' for?" "My camera—my digital camera, that is. My real camera is too big to just carry around in my purse. I just wanted to take a picture up here, capture the moment and all." Liz moved all the items in her purse around one more time, hoping that she'd see the camera's hiding place. "Aha! Found it." She looked out into the horizon and snapped a few shots, attempting to harness the blue and shut it in her memory box. She turned to look back at him and saw a cloud of smoke circling a body curved against stone. Perfect. She aimed the camera at him while he glanced away and took a picture. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Marc looked up abruptly when he heard the clicking of the camera. "Sorry—moved to do it, the whole artist thingy. You didn't really mind, did you?" Liz hesitated, wondering how he would react to her roll of him and his body. "No, I don't mind—just thought maybe I should get a warning. And maybe a name? Mine's Marc, by the way." He waved two fingers at her in greeting, as if they had just been introduced. "Oh, sorry for not introducing myself earlier," Liz said hastily. They had both been so comfortable from the moment they had seen each other face to face, and thus the introductions hadn't even come up. "I'm Liz." Immediately she shot another picture of him without warning. "You know, if you really wanted me to model for you, all you had to do was ask." Marc arched his eyebrow lasciviously and grinned. She took a picture. "Hm, I don't know if you're my kind of model, you know, since you don't have those California looks that are so attractive in pictures." Marc's mouth gaped in mock horror. She took a picture. "Oh, come on. These cheekbones are just made for the camera," he purred, giving her a long, intense look. She took a picture. "Well, I'll consider it if you take off something," Liz said saucily. Marc looked slightly shocked. She took a picture. "Will you stop taking pictures? It's a bit distracting." Marc stood up, threw out his cigarette, and moved towards her, motioning at her camera to keep her from taking another picture. "And why's such a beautiful girl behind the camera instead of in front of it?" Liz halted, processing his compliment, Marc used her momentary surprise at his words and took the camera from her hands. "Hey, give that back! And be careful!" Liz tried to take the camera back from him but only succeeded in wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against his chest in an attempt to reach around his back—true success indeed. "So, the girl doesn't like being on the other side of the camera, hm? Likes to hide a little?" Marc smirked and kept the camera away from her grasp. When she looked like she was beginning to get irritated, he looked her directly in the face. "Look, I'll make a deal with you. You let me take some pictures of you, and I'll be your own personal model, since you like taking so many pictures of me. Deal?" "What makes you think I want any pictures of you?" she said quickly, trying to look aloof but only succeeding in pouting. She tried not to think of her favorite pictures detailing his abs and dive into the water. "Other than the fact that you've taken my picture four times already?" Marc asked in disbelief, trying not to be sucked in by her pouty lower lip. "Uh, yeah. Those were just--oh fine. I do think you'd be good on film. And I have a project that I'm trying to finish that I need a model for. But only if you're serious." "As long as you're serious about letting me take pictures of you," he said with a glint in his eyes. "So why don't we take turns. And since I have the camera right now, I'll take the first one." As she opened her mouth to protest, he took a picture. "See, now that wasn't so bad, was it? Actually, now that I look at it, open-mouthed shock doesn't always look pretty on the camera. We'll have to try something different next time." He envisioned her open-mouthed under her, cumming in his arms. He wondered how accurate his imagination was and hoped he'd find out. "Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special. Besides, taking pictures and being in pictures--they're two very different things. And just because a person is hot doesn't mean he'll be a good model," she snapped, holding her hand out for the camera. "Are you calling me hot? Because I think I feel kinda special." Marc grinned at her frustration. "You know what? I think I've got enough shots of that grin. Let's try something different. Lose the coat." Liz smiled triumphantly when he looked at her, aghast at the suggestion. "I'm serious, and you said you'd be serious, too. I think the coat definitely conveys a message, and I want something a little different." Liz tried to keep her voice even, but her mind was sending her all the messages of the coat--"Fuck me, use me on the ground to keep you from rug/cement/rock/grass burns, let me cover you and swallow you, you know you want to"--and it was all she could do to push down the blushes that seemed to have set up camp on her cheeks. Marc hesitated in taking off his coat, but he had agreed to take the modeling seriously so he complied, if slowly. He laid the coat gently on the blanket and then ran his fingers through his hair. He heard the camera click. "Hey, now. I thought we were going to be serious with the whole modeling thing." "I am serious. As much as I'm going to tell you what to do, I also like just being able to take pictures when I see something that looks right. And eventually this whole swapping of the camera is going to get on my nerves," Liz said, looking down at the photo she had just snapped. Yummy biceps. She held out the camera to him and savored the warmth of their brief contact. "Okay, serious. So I'm supposed to take a picture when I see something that looks right, as you say? Well, then, this should be easy," Marc said flirtatiously. When Liz rolled her eyes again, he waited for the blush to come that he had seen earlier. "So, my turn? How about you move towards the edge of the cave, right where the sun hits the ground." Liz gestured with her hands and then watched him through the camera. "Tilt your head up a little--there. Good." She took the picture and smiled at how the sun created shadows from his long eyelashes. These photos were pretty good, and she looked forward to getting home and playing with them, among other things. Bad Liz! She tried to look nonchalant as she handed him the camera. "Poses, eh? Let's see now. How about you lean against the wall and prop your leg up. Yeah, like that." Marc looked through the lens and ogled her thighs, how her dress sidled up her leg to reveal toned, tanned skin. He was really enjoying the time spent with her, and the added bonus of taking pictures with her was turning out to be rather sexy. He just hoped that the camera didn't make his stirring cock too apparent. "Can you lie down? I want to take a picture of you with your eyes closed, sun on your face." Liz knew her suggestion sounded a little risqué, but she didn't care anymore. Her artistic eye was starting to demand control of her, and she could never resist for long. Plus, making him close his eyes would give her the freedom to check him out more thoroughly. "Can you put your hands behind your head? Yeah, good. Now close your eyes. No, don't clench them; just pretend you're sleeping and let them look naturally closed," Liz said as she moved in closer. There are those luscious biceps again. And that flat stomach, and oh, hello, she purred to herself. Finally, she took the picture. "Getting a little pickier now, are we? How about you lie down? But prop yourself up with your arms." Marc sat up but stayed on the ground, patting the space next to him. "Yeah, like that," he said as he watched her ease her body down and lean on her elbows, making her chest push forward. He noticed the sun glistening in her hair and her green eyes shyly looking at him. "Does it make you nervous to be the model? I know I teased you before, but seriously. Does it?" He waited for her answer before taking a picture. "A little. I'm just so used to making other people move for me that posing for you is a little, well, un-me. I know how to move someone else's head and body to make it look good, but I don't know how to do that for myself. I can't visualize what I'm doing," she said pensively, looking down and biting her lip. She looked up quickly when she heard him take the picture. "Well, I'm no pro, but I think you look amazing. Keep doing whatever you're doing, Liz." Marc smiled in assurance and watched her blush again. He tilted his head and looked again, amazed at how comfortable he felt with this woman he had just met this morning. "Thanks. But you--I really think these pictures are going to be good. And if you wouldn't mind, maybe we could take more pictures with my other camera--this digital one's just my portable camera." Liz wondered if she would ever tell him about the pictures she already had, but she figured she'd wait to see if an appropriate moment came up. "Lie down again, but on your side, with your head on propped on your hand. And look down," she said, becoming the demanding photographer again. Marc moved his body gracefully and leaned on his side. He looked down, as he directed, and tried to ignore the erection that was becoming harder - to ignore. He heard the snap and sat up again, hoping that the crossed legs in front of him would hide his erection a little longer. "Your turn. Why don't you just stay like that and maybe tilt your head a little, so I can get a little bit of that lovely sun?" She moved her head, and slowly looked up at him. He reached to move a strand of hair out of the way before taking a picture and enjoyed its smoothness on his fingers. He gently ran his fingers through her hair again and then trailed his fingers down her cheek. She looked up in confusion, wondering if there was something else he needed to do before taking the picture. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, "Perfect." Liz's breath caught in her throat as she heard his soft voice caress her skin. She looked down and blushed, her heart fluttering in anticipation, her mind attempting to logically understand how things were progressing so quickly. Her wetness just didn't care. Marc leaned in closer and kissed her lowered eyes gently. Their cheeks touched tentatively, then softly, rubbing against each other, breaths mingling and lips dancing around each other. Liz's tongue darted out, tasting his skin and taunting him, until their lips finally touched in urgent sweetness, and then sweet urgency, and then more. They kissed slowly but thoroughly, tongues undulating and quietly sucking. Marc ran his fingers through her hair, cradling her head with his hand; Liz softly massaged his neck and began stroking his hair. Both of them felt their bodies sizzling from the contact, from the slow build-up of anticipation finally meeting in burning heat. They finally broke away for air, but Marc kept his hand behind her head, keeping their foreheads together. Liz licked her lips and tried to steady her breathing. "Wow, that was--" "Amazing. You're amazing." Marc gently stroked her hair and looked deeply into her eyes. "I can't believe I only met you today. I feel like I know you, have known you. Do you feel it?" "Yeah, I-I've been feeling it." She began playing with his fingers and rubbing his thumb with her tiny hands. "I've felt it since I first saw you." She paused, wondering if she should continue. "Fate, or something. Living next door, coming out at the same time--I think the gods would be offended if we didn't go along with their plans." Marc smiled and ran his fingers over her thighs as became more and more comfortable with each other. "Yeah, it does seem kinda oddly coincidental, especially since--" She hesitated for a moment. "Well, since I actually saw you before we rode here together." She waited to hear his response. "Actually, I saw you before also. But you tell me first." Marc hoped that her nervous lip-biting meant she had seen something good, because her flashing might have been unintentional and perhaps embarrassing when he finally told her. "Okay. I kinda took some pictures of you a few days ago when you were swimming." She looked at him, wondering if he would think she was some kind of stalker. "I was just taking shots of the ocean and of different people on the beach, and I saw you on this rock. And the camera really likes you, so I took a few, uh, maybe more." Liz shut her eyes and waited for him to respond. "Don't think I'm weird, please. Sometime my inner artist is a real bitch, and she just takes what she wants. I honestly didn't think I'd ever end up meeting you." Marc watched her get all flustered, her nose scrunched and her eyes screwed shut. He just couldn't resist and impulsive leaned in to kiss her. She opened her eyes abruptly. "Hope you don't mind my kissing you. I just had to, with your cute face all worried I was going to think you were a weird stalker chick with a thing for black speedos. Yeah, I figured you saw that," he said when he saw her blush again. "Yeah, I really hope you don't mind my kissing you, because I plan on doing it a lot." He kissed her again, letting his tongue linger a bit longer. "I'm glad you don't mind. They came out really well, those pictures. I'll let you see them some time." She smiled, glad that he hadn't gotten weirded out and left. However, she decided not to tell him about her secret cum-fest on the roof. "That'll be my little secret," she thought, licking her lips at the memory. "What are you thinking about? You look like you're thinking of something delectable," Marc said, leaning in to lick her lips. He decided not to mention the breasts just now. "Oh, nothing. And if you keep doing that, my mind won't be able to complete any thoughts for a while." Liz ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him fully, basking in his soft lips and talented tongue. Their kisses became harder and deeper, and Liz moaned when he began kissing her neck. She threw her legs around his waist and began rubbing herself again him. Feeling his cock leap against her, she became bolder in grinding her hips against him. Marc moaned into her neck, feeling her body press against his and rhythmically rock in his lap. He wanted to lift her hips and slam into her, but he felt that things were moving so quickly, too quickly. "Liz," he breathed into her. "I'm not going to want to stop." "I know," Liz said, breathing heavily. "I know, and my mind is saying slow down, but god, Marc." Liz stilled her body, her chest heaving. "Hey, we got all the time in the world, right pet?" Marc said, forcing himself to slow things down. "Yeah, and we got all the time it takes to get back to the condo," she teased. "But actually, I did have plans for this afternoon." Marc laughed. "How about this--if you're not busy later, I'd love to take you out. Do a real date with dinner and all." He ran his fingers up her arms, lightly touching the skin under her sleeves. "Sounds great. You wanna come by around 8?" "Perfect." *** Hours later... Marc arrived promptly at 8, and they rode into town for dinner. They ate outdoors, the sun setting beautifully over the crashing ocean. By the end of dinner, the wine was making Liz a little buzzed, a little horny, and a little chatty. She coyly licked dessert off her spoon and then licked her lips, savoring the rich chocolate taste. Watching for Marc's reaction, she flipped her hair back and then gently ran her fingers over her collarbone, edging towards her breasts. She leaned forward and whispered, "I have a confession to make." Marc swallowed slowly, already hardened by her tongue and her exploring hands, not to mention her feet caressing his legs. "Tell me." "I don't think I should tell you here. You might get a little angry with me, and I don't want to be spanked in front of all these people." She took the cherry off the top of the sundae and sucked all the whipped cream off of it, letting it bob in her mouth for a bit before pulling off the stem. "Check, please!" *** The ride back to Marc's was vibratingly quick, which suited them both. Tongues sucking and probing in the hallway, hands roaming daringly in the living room, they fell onto the couch in a pile of heat and desire. "So what's this naughty little confession? Do you need to be punished?" Marc taunted in between kisses. "Maybe. I might need to be punished real bad, because I kept this secret from you." She straddled him and held his face in her hands, enjoying their little flirtation. Fantasy Vignettes Pt. 01 Ch. 02 He placed his hands over hers and kissed her again. "Are you gonna tell me, or are you gonna make me beg?" "Ooh, beg. I like that," she breathed, squeezing her thighs around his body. "Yeah, but that might make your punishment worse. Do you want that?" He placed his hands on her waist, brushing up her torso and nearing her breast with each stroke. "I'm a bad girl. Bad, bad, bad..." she repeated, pulling his head close and filling his mouth with her tongue. "I watched you." He lightly brushed the underside of her breasts, teasing her and himself. "You did, did you? At the beach? You already told me that. I think you're hiding something from me," he said while nibbling at her ear. His breath tickled her, and she arched her back in response, pushing her breasts into his chest. "No, not then. Again. Later. At night," she whispered, licking the spot right behind his ear. "At night? I wasn't at the beach at night." He tried to keep his mind clear enough to hear her words, but her squeezes and licks were driving him crazy; he wanted to rip her panties and thrust into her over and over again. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the lush touch of her tongue on his earlobe. "Yeah, at night. I was on the sundeck, and I could see inside your room." She ran her fingers underneath his shirt and pinched his nipples. "I couldn't sleep, and then I saw you, angry, horny, full of fire," she breathed, grasping his ass and pressing her heat into his. Marc hardened even more when he remembered what he'd done that night--how he'd jerked off and spewed all over himself. The thought of her watching made him so hot. "You saw me, did you? And did you like what you saw?" he demanded, pushing up her shirt and licking her nipple through her bra. "Did you want me then?" he asked, using his tongue to pull out her puckered breast. She gasped at the sensation of his tongue on her skin, and she pressed his head to her chest. "God, yes. I saw you running your hands on your cock, and I pretended it was me, my hands, my tongue. And you know what?" she said, slowly starting to rock on top of him. "I touched my wet, throbbing clit and pretended you were fucking me instead of your hand." Marc bucked underneath her, and he snarled, grabbing her for a hard, intense kiss. "You are a bad, bad girl, and you need to be punished." He yanked her blouse off and pushed her to the side, making her skirt fly up and her ass protrude sexily. He rubbed it, feeling her heat and her cum starting to moisten her thighs. "I'm not sorry. I wanted you. I want you." She reached for his belt buckle, trying to loosen his hard cock. "No. Not yet. You don't get that yet. I need to spank you first." And with a hard thwack, he began slapping her juicy ass. "Fuck. Oh, god," she cried out, feeling the stinging pleasure of his hand. He kept it up, smacking her ass, hitting her while his other hand rubbed her clit. The harshness of his palm contrasting with the smoothness of his fingers drove her mad. He did this repeatedly until she felt herself flying up, tightening, and then exploding. "Shit, Marc!" she yelled, her fingers tightening around the supporting pillow. She screamed into the couch and then let her body fall into his lap, her orgasm still trembling through her. Marc pulled her body close and began kissing her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Marc murmured, his hands running through her hair. "God, no, that was amazing," she said, "but now it's your turn." She pulled at his belt buckle and unzipped him. His cock sprung up, hard and wet with pre-cum. She slid down his legs and knelt before him. "What are you doing-oh god," Marc moaned as Liz slowly licked his cock from base to tip. He tightened his fingers in her hair, loving the feel of her head moving over his cock. "So yummy," she said, licking and sucking him, swirling her tongue around his slit and tasting him. She skated her lips down his entire shaft and then up again, moaning so that he felt the vibrations. "Fuck, Liz," Marc cried out. He lifted his arms as she pulled off his t-shirt and then threw his head back as she resumed giving him incredible head. "You like?" she asked, in between licks, eyeing him coyly from her kneeling position. He pulled her up and kissed her fervently, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth. "God, pet, you taste so good." "You, too," she said with a smirk. She yelped as he picked her up and switched their places, Marc now kneeling in front of her. He began suckling her nipples, and she rubbed her legs against him, loving the feel of her skin against his. "Oh, Marc...I knew you'd be like this. Knew it'd be hot from the moment I saw you," she babbled, his movements making her crazy with lust. Continuing his kisses down her front, he tongued her navel. "Wanted you from the moment I saw you. Feeling your hot little hands around my waist. Best bike ride ever." He reached up to kiss her on the mouth again before returning to his attack on her breasts. He lightly bit her nipple and suckled her, enjoying the way her nipples hardened and arched into his mouth. Liz pulled him close for a kiss and caressed his cock, rubbing her thumb over his seeping slit. Then she yelped in surprise as he picked her up and switched their places with her ass landing on his thighs. She rubbed her pussy against his thick rod and felt her wetness soaking him. "You want me?" she teased, reaching back to fondle his balls. He grabbed her face for a bruising kiss and then ran his hands down her thighs, moving to caress her wetness. skimming a finger against her pussy lips, he brought his finger to his mouth, licked it, and said, "I think you want me, too." "Marc," she breathed, arching her hips to let him in. "Liz," he moaned, pressing his cock forward to graze her buzzing clit. "Now," she cried out, pushing herself against his flesh. And then finally, she raised her hips over him and then slid his large cock into her wetness. They both groaned with pleasure. At first they went slowly, tongues tangling together, hands squeezing and rubbing and sliding over skin. But the heat became too much, and they both wanted more, needed more. Marc thrust hard into her pussy, clenching her hips and driving himself harder into her. Legs spread, head thrown back, Liz whimpered with pleasure, loving the way her clit was buzzing and her tits were bouncing. She pressed Marc's face against her breasts, wanting to feel his tongue against her nipples. She felt herself getting close, and she clenched her pussy against his thrusting cock, wanting to keep him there forever. Marc felt her tighten, and it only spurred him on further, harder, deeper. He gripped her hips fiercely, skin slapping against skin. He kissed her neck, enjoying the way she threw her head back and moaned in delight, and then his body grew rigid, readying for climax. Liz felt it and grabbed his face to kiss him, wanting his lips on hers when they came. With one final thrust, Marc stiffened with pleasure and groaned into the kiss. Liz shuddered with satisfaction, her clit throbbing with aftershocks. She squeezed her pussy, wanting every last drop of cum inside her. They breathed heavily in each other's arms, savoring the moment. "You know, if you're interested in taking videos as well as photos, I'm willing to be your model," Marc teased, his breath still a little unsteady. Liz giggled into his neck, still heady from her orgasm. "Oh, I didn't tell you I was taping this whole thing?" "I hope you're serious," Marc said, his hands caressing her body. "And I'm more than willing to do it again, if you think we need more practice." "Hmm. Maybe after a nap," Liz said, letting her exhausted body lean into his. "Sounds like a plan." Marc lifted her up, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and headed for the bedroom. Slipping inside the covers, they fell asleep in each other's arms.