My heart skipped a beat as my boyfriend, Jack, whispered those four little words into my ear. “Let’s go to the lookout.” His voice was like a velvet promise, hinting at the passion that awaited us at the top of the hill. The anticipation had been building all day, a slow burn that had me squirming in my seat during the car ride. The setting was perfect—a warm summer evening with the sun dipping below the horizon, leaving a canvas of pink and purple streaks across the sky. The scent of blooming flowers mingled with the salty ocean breeze, a tantalizing blend that seemed to intoxicate us both as we stepped out of the car and made our way up the winding dirt path.
Jack’s hand found mine, his grip firm but gentle, guiding me through the dimming light. The path grew steeper, and my breaths grew shallower, not just from the exertion but from the thrill of what was to come. He had that look in his eyes, the one that told me he had something special planned. I felt a shiver run down my spine, my nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of my shirt as I wondered what kind of delightful surprise awaited us at the summit.
As we reached the lookout, the view took my breath away. The city lights twinkled like distant stars, the waves crashed against the shore below us, and the wind played gently with the ends of my hair. It was a moment of pure beauty, made even more perfect by the warmth of Jack’s body pressed against mine. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he pointed out the landmarks below, his breath tickling the back of my neck and sending a thrill down my spine.
Turning to face him, I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met with a hunger that had been simmering all day, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that was both familiar and electrifying. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me. The air around us crackled with desire, and I knew that I had to have him, right here, right now.
I dropped to my knees before him, my hands trembling with excitement. He looked down at me, a question in his eyes, and I gave him the most seductive smile I could muster. “I want to taste you,” I murmured, my voice low and needy. His eyes darkened, and with a groan, he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. It stood proudly before me, the head glistening with precum, and I couldn’t wait to take it into my mouth. The scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, making my pussy ache with desire. I licked my lips and took a deep breath, ready to make his dreams come true.
I began by kissing the tip, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He groaned, his hand automatically reaching for my ponytail. He gripped it gently, guiding my head closer as I took more of him into my mouth. His cock was hot and velvety, and I savored every inch as I sucked and licked, taking my time to explore his length and girth. His hips began to rock slightly, his breathing growing more ragged with each stroke of my tongue. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me to go faster, to take him deeper, and I eagerly obeyed.
The world around us disappeared, the only sounds the crash of the waves and the wet suction of my mouth on his cock. I felt his muscles tense and his breath hitch as I took him to the back of my throat, my eyes watering slightly with the effort. His grip in my hair grew more demanding, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. I moaned around him, the vibrations adding to his pleasure as I worked my hand up and down his shaft in time with my mouth.
Jack’s body stiffened, and he let out a low, guttural moan. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice strained. I nodded, my eyes locked on his, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came. Hot ropes of cum shot into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily, the taste of him sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He continued to pulse, his hand still tangled in my hair, as I licked him clean, savoring every drop. When he was finally spent, I sat back on my heels, my face flushed and my chest heaving. The look of pure bliss on his face was all the reward I needed. “Now,” he murmured, “let’s go back to the car. I have something for you.”
The walk back down was filled with a mix of satisfaction and excitement. I could feel the sticky residue of his cum on my chin and cheek, and the thought of what he had in store for me made me wetter. We climbed into the car, the tension thick as we drove away from the lookout, leaving our passionate encounter behind us. I had a feeling that this night was just getting started!
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