Island Of Desire Ch. 09-10

His cock aching with desire, he stood to climb onto the chair. Raising one foot to rest on the seat back, he sought to join their sexes. She gripped him tightly around the neck as he inched his way inside her, her finger nails clawing his back.

Slowly he moved within her, mutual sounds of pleasure filling the air.

"You crazy shit!" she whispered in his ear.

"I learnt from the best," he retorted, whilst still maintaining momentum.

"I want to sit on you." she told him.

"I'd like that. Hold on tight," he instructed her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she re-tightened her grip around his neck and he lifted from her perch. Standing on the seat, he steadied himself on the arm rest as he took a step backwards onto the ground.

Standing there with Roxy entwined around him, his mighty sword buried deep inside her, he lifted her back and forth on his cock, enjoying the depth and exquisiteness of their union.

"Oh yes, Greg. Fuck me!" Her cries rang out, ringing through the gardens.

"Somebodies gonna hear you," he whispered.

"Do I give a fuck! I just want to keep fucking you!"

He continued his stroking with her vigorous assistance, until he could hold her no more and turned and sat gently on the teak bench.

She knelt on the bench and began to slither along the length of his shaft. At first smoothly and steadily, as she searched for their mutual climax. Greg licking her nipples at each stroke. Soon purpose gave way to raw passion as she pounded his cock with each thrust, her squeals of delight and his guttural releases harmonising in a duet of ecstasy, as they reached the pinnacle of their tryst.

She fell on him, limp with exhaustion, his arms holding her firmly as they gently kissed. They stayed there for sometime, enjoying the closeness of each other, no one the wiser for their exploits.