Sex And Fantasies

Take Me

ENTRY 21.1 Andrea went to the lower deck of the yacht and sat down on a hammock, then looked out to sea as she drained her beer. Her eyes settled on the silhouette of a man swimming towards her. Even though she was drunk, she felt scared. She would have screamed when she saw the swimmer. It was Trey! And he was naked. Again, instead of going up, he put his arms on the side of the yacht that had reached the seawater and looked at her. "Hey, wifey." He smiled. Andrea’s heart hammered inside her chest. She and Trey were only two meters away, she was sitting on the hammock and the man was on the side of the yacht, only his head and arms were up. She was already drunk; she knew it because her vision started to get fazed. "Hey." Trey frowned. "Are you okay? You won't scold me or fight? I mean, that's what you've been doing since we came here." She got up from sitting on the hammock and walked towards the man. When she got close, she knelt on the floor and leveled her face with Trey's face. "Are you naked?" She is no longer ashamed because of the effects of alcohol. Trey's eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes, why?” Hope glimmered in his amethyst eyes. She pouted. "Come up, please?" Trey nodded again and quickly went up. He was standing while she was still kneeling. Andrea felt so bold as she looked up at Trey. She saw that the man's jaws were clenched and he was obviously holding back. "Stand there, wifey," he said as if he was struggling to speak. "I'd go crazy in both of our positions." Andrea strengthened her back and smiled. "Why? I'm not doing anything bad to you, hmmm." A finger came to her knee and it crawled up to her thigh. Her eyes fell on his manhood which was straining in length and size. She swallowed. Ever since she saw that part of Trey's body this morning, it never left her mind. She was a virgin but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to touch his cock. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel it.

Was it crazy that she wanted it inside her? Andrea gulped at the intensity of what she was feeling. It was so strong she couldn't stop it. It was so strong that it was consuming every fiber of her being. "Trey..." Her breathing deepened. "Andrea..." She swallowed and looked into his eyes questioningly. "Can I hold it?" "W-what?" he asked, shocked to the core. "C-can I?" she asked again, her hand moving closer and closer to his cock. "Can I?" Her finger is near his cock. It was just an inch away... so close... and then she stopped. Trey let out a violent breath and glared at her. "Stop torturing me," he hissed at her. Satisfaction and confidence filled her. Her two eyes could see the effect she had on Trey. It made her feel giddy, happy, and wanted. And as she traced a line on his thigh, she slowly rose. When their faces were level, she could clearly see the urge that Trey was fighting She brought her lips to his but didn't touch them. "Kiss me." Trey shook his head but obviously wanted to grant her wish. "You smell like beer. Are you drunk?" "Nah-ah." She giggled and boldly nipped his chin. "A-Andrea—fuck, baby..." he groaned. There was no more inhibition in Andrea's body, no fear, no doubt and she was not in the right frame of mind. It was all thanks to the beer she drank. "Kiss me, Trey," she said as her lips landed on the edge. "Do I have to ask thrice?" Trey's eyes met hers. There is surrender and doubt. He opened his lips and his temper exploded. Trey growled and crashed his lips to hers. He cupped her face and the kiss became more passionate and hotter. His body was now pressed against hers. He felt so hot. Andrea couldn't help herself. She was intoxicated and she was curious. Not a good combination. She cupped Trey's cock. Trey stopped kissing her and stared at her. "Andrea..." His eyes darkened with need and hunger. For her. "If you're teasing me, I suggest you stop. Because when I start, I won't stop until I get what I want."

She met his eyes boldly and courageously. "Take it then." He growled. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're talking about." She ran her palm along it. It was warm in her hand and very nice to touch. "Fuck!" He pushed her towards the cradle. He remained standing. "Trey... let's consummate our marriage," she said. Desire was already reigning inside her. She lost control of her body movements and words came out of her mouth. But she liked every second of it. "Fuck it," he hissed and ripped off her thin shirt. "I don’t fucking care if you’re drunk, now." He was panting, hunger in his eyes, "I'll take whatever you have to offer." He quickly removed her bra and in the blink of an eye, Trey's tongue was playing with the pearl of her rich breasts. "Oh." Andrea moaned in pleasure. "Move your hand." He bit her nipple. "Masturbate me, wifey," he whispered as he pulled down the skinny jeans he was wearing. "Come on, wife, move your hand." When she didn't follow him, Trey took her hand that held his cock and guided it—up and down. When she knew what to do, he released her hand, then landed on her rich chest and massaged it. "Trey... oh!" Her hand moved faster and the moans got louder and louder as Trey continuously kissed her neck. It made her stop what she was doing with his cock. She was about to object when he knelt at the same time, he pulled her pants and panties down. "Sit," ordered Trey who was busy rubbing her thighs. Andrea sat on the hammock. Only half of her butt was sitting on the cradle and her hands were holding tightly to the side of it. Trey looked at him. His eyes are full of desire, desire, and overwhelming need and it affects her. "Open your legs for me, baby," Trey said firmly and she immediately obeyed. He groaned. "Damn, you're soaking wet." He ran his finger over her pussy and she blushed. "Oh! Trey!" "Lean back, wifey, and let me show you what my sinful tongue can do." Trey's hot breath touched her pussy before his lips and began to suck her wetness. "Trey!" she groaned at his name as she slumped back against the cradle, her head hanging overProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

the side. "Oh!" She screamed because Trey's tongue played with her jewel. "Trey! Oh! Ahh…!” It's like she’s delirious with the delicious taste. Her body was shaking and she was limping. Her toes curled at every lap of his tongue on her mound and she would scream his name in every flick of his tongue on her clit. "Trey! Oh!" He pulled out her hair. "Fuck. Oh! Hurry up. Yes, oh, that, oh, yes. Trey..." She was shamelessly chanting his name in pure bliss. Andrea couldn't count how many times something exploded deep inside her. And after how many strokes of Trey's tongue on her mound, she was about to burst into sheer pleasure again. "Trey! I-I'm c-coming," she gasped as her hips moved to meet every movement of his tongue on her pussy. "Trey... oh, God... I can't take it anymore." "So, I do," Trey said while breathing hard. He stood up and it was right that the cradle and her hips were just high. He grabbed her leg and placed it on her chest and shoulder, then looked at her lustfully. "I need to have you." He was breathing hard. "Please, let me." Her eyes were hooded, yet she could see Trey's well-toned body. She could also feel his thickness poking at the entrance of her core. "Andrea, please, baby." His eyes were full of lust, desire, and raw hunger for her. His gaze was dark and sexy. His lips were parted, panting. "Please, tell me to take you, to make love to you. She also wanted more than what he just let her experience. "Take me—” She had not finished what she had to say when his length entered her pussy. Andrea felt the tearing of her vagina and the intense pain in her core. Trey kissed the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, wife." His voice is very soft. "Just endure it a bit." Her face was showered with kisses. "You'll feel better soon. I promise, wifey." She couldn't stop sobbing from the pain in her core. Trey hissed and captured her lips. He nipped her bottom lip and whispered. "I love you so much, Andrea." She opened her eyes. "You do?" He nodded and gently kissed her cheek, lips, and neck until it went down to her chest.

Tingles of pleasure shot through her at the same time Trey started to thrust in and out. Her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure as he thrust in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. "Trey! Oh!" He was clinging to the cradle. "Go on, oh! Harder, oh!" Andrea could hear the sound of their bodies coming together. She was screaming and Trey was groaning. She almost fainted from the sheer pleasure of what she was experiencing in Trey's company. It's like she’s on cloud nine. "Andrea, wifey... oh, baby." Trey was moaning. "Oh, Andrea." Trey's grunts and moans added to his insanity. "Oh, Trey. I'm coming. Again." She was panting, catching her breath as her orgasm ripped through her. Trey continued thrusting in and out—the movement was building another orgasm inside her. "Trey! Trey!" She was screaming. "Don't stop... oh, baby. Oh! Trey, oh... ahh…!” She orgasmed again but Trey just kept on thrusting. Her mind was filled with lust and desire that she couldn't think straight. She kept muttering Trey's name. He thrust harder. Faster. Rougher. He thrust desperately and then he pulled himself out and spurted his semen on her belly.