Chapter 3: Rising Action
The fine hairs on the nape of Katie's neck prickled as she stood before Chris, her heart thrumming like a wild animal, her breath hitching as the last patch of her bikini top fell away. She felt dangerously exposed, but Chris' gaze held her like an invisible net, drawing her in deeper.
"There you go," Chris chuckled, his dusky voice a balm for her vulnerable senses. He curled a strand of her hair around his finger, gently tugging a tender lock.
Katie's pale skin trembled under his skillful touch. Her pale blue lurid eyes revealed the inner workings of her thirsty mind, fully enthralled with Chris.
Their hot breaths intermingled as Katie earnestly lurched towards him, her full-lipped mouth hungry for his kiss. Greedily, Chris lapped at her tongue, their spit melding together until no distinction existed between them.
Desires collided like sailors during a storm when she unfastened his trousers, her hands trembling at the thought of what waited beneath.
Chris's sculpted erection burst free, and she struggled to wrangle it, licking her lips in anticipation.
Chris effortlessly maneuvered their lustful tandem, his skillful hands and deep-rooted urgency guiding her head to meet his rigid cock, her hair tickling his lower abdomen. The throbbing, pulsing desire ached in Katie's pleasured flesh as the visual stimulation of Chris's face contorted indulgently before her.
Her mouth curled into a sultry, husky smile around his cock as she began to skillfully suck and lick - working her way up and down his shaft with eagerness.
His naval was soon coated in her saliva, her clumsy, tongue-laden attempts driven by a ravenous hunger.
"Fuck, Katie, you're so fucking good at that," Chris grunted, flicking his head back with a satisfied moan that echoed through the room. Her spine tingled at the husky affirmation of his pleasure.
Chris gripped her golden locks firmly while she sloppily sucked away at his throbbing erection, her lips coated in a glossy layer of drool and pre-cum. Her soft moans vibrated along the satin-like flesh surrounding his cock, and she tasted a salty, earthy tang that only heightened her thirst for this charismatic, wealthy devil.
Katie teased her fingertips along the base of his shaft and under his scrotum, massaging his heaviness with one hand and continuing to skillfully suck, lick, and kiss his hot rod.
With her free hand, she reached further under, grasping his taint firmly, her fingers teasing and relishing in the pulsing nerves.
Chris's control started to fray, and Katie knew she had him on the edge.
Fueled by desire, she sucked his cock with renewed fervor, using her hand as an extension of her mouth. Her lubricated palm glanced over his balls, following through with a muscular squeeze that sent him writhing out a silent cry of bliss.
"Jesus, Katie. I'm gonna cum," Chris warned, his voice wavering. She looked into his eyes with the intensity of a predator, her lips wrapped around the girth of his shaft, squeezing and massaging him, encouraging the release she craved.
Her filthy mouth made indistinctly obscene noises as she milked him, eager to receive the reward that awaited.
"Do it," she groaned, peeling her lips free from the tip, her voice heavy with a mix of exhaustion and hunger. "I want to taste every drop."
She punched her lips back over his shaft, daring him to push past his shuddering threshold. Chris roared, his muscular core tightening as he unloaded himself into her eager mouth.