Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

He smiled and Claire smiled back, wondering what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, he dropped from his sitting position with a kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From the look of his strong calloused hands and the bulging muscles of his biceps, she was reminded of how great a lover he could be when he wanted. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles that he could use to her greatest pleasures when he screwed her.

Claire told herself she should say something. But she couldn't seem to get anything out, and anyway, what happened next would be up to Grant. She had no right to ask her husband for anything anymore. If he wanted her back he would have to be the one to make the first move.

Claire's husband grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it from one hand to the other. "Claire." He let the sand run through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass. "We have to talk."

"I know," she said.

His coal-dark hair was a perfect accent to the deep permanent tan of his broad shoulders, and each time he lifted another handful of sand she could see the ripples of his hard chest muscles, and as she looked at him lying in front of her in his shorts, her belly and cunt flamed with uncontrollable passion. She could see his cock was hard by the way the cloth at his crotch bulged out toward her.

"Do we have to talk?" she asked suddenly.

Grant made a low hissing sound, and for some unknown reason she felt her insides turn to jelly as she saw the answer to her question in his eyes.

Grant laughed, flashing gleaming, perfectly straight teeth, then reached behind and tossed some sand gently at her. She brushed the sand from her blouse, unconsciously blushing, and said, "Are you sure you want an over-sexed wife around?"

"Positively." He laughed, and moved over next to her so close she could feel his chest muscles as he breathed against her back.

"I'm sorry for what I've done," she said.

"I know," he said, touching her arm. "So am I. Let's call it even and forget it."

"I love you so," she said, feeling another hot flame of lust curling up through her belly.

She felt her husband's lips, moist and sensuous, kissing her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goosebumps there, and she sighed, tentatively trying to pull away from him for a moment.

"And I love you," he said.

He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the satin skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against her sensitive lobe. He pivoted himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.

"Lord," she said as she broke away.

He laughed and kissed her again; It felt like thousands of little sparklers were igniting in her loins. In the pit of her belly the white-hot heat merged with a weak feeling she'd experienced only moments before. She felt him shift his weight, and then looked down to see he was squirming out of his shorts. In the pale moonlight she made out the length of his wonderfully huge prick. It was as beautiful as she remembered, with a few black pubic hairs anointing its base.

Grant touched her hand and guided it to his erect cock. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his hotly pulsating cock touch the ridges of her fingers, she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. She began jerking his fully erect cock in one hand, and closed her eyes to listen to Grant's breathing.

Suddenly, she felt his hands on the front of her blouse, unbuttoning the tiny buttons, then unclasping her lacy bra.

Grant made grunting sounds as he kneaded and sucked the smooth white billowing mound of her naked tit. She turned toward him, her half-dressed, quivering body laid out beside him in the soft sand, and continued stroking his eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis urgently back and forth.

Claire glanced up the beach to see if anyone could see them, but the darkness had shrouded the drifts of sand even a few yards ahead. At the same time, moonlight radiated around them, making her pale body look luminous, and Grant's appear smoky dark.

The young blonde wife rose to her. knees and hovered over her aroused husband on all fours, her head a scant few inches from the warm, lust-inflated head of his cock. She held it lightly between both hands, stroking it along the fiat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused Grant's hard-clenched ass-cheeks to undulate in time to. her maddening rhythm.

"Oooohhh, Claire, yesssss!" the young husband intoned to the sensuous figure of his wife kneeling provocatively over him.

Then Claire's head dropped slowly toward the slender rigidity of his cock and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening on the head.

"Ooooohh yessss!" He sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact.

His lean stomach tensed and rippled and Claire could see the sinews of his pelvis tightening spasmodically. She wondered why she had never taken things into her own hands and forcefully seduced him before. She might have saved both of them from a lot of sexual problems.

The young blonde sensed that Grant was watching as she clasped her ovaled mouth wetly around in a soft, warm pressure that caused the heavily throbbing tip to become increasingly turgid and hot. Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock head, trapping his lust-thickened shaft inside the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the sand to more easily stare down at Claire's passion-contorted face.

She could tell the sight of his cock sunk halfway up between her greedily sucking lies increased the sensation a thousand-fold for Grant, and she made all her movements deliberately provocative, touching her own titties for a moment, then caressing his rapidly heaving chest.

The young husband's prick glistened from her saliva as it began to move in a steady rhythm in and out between the soft fullness of Claire's obscenely encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety resilient skin of his balls with one hand, then moved the other down from his chest and stroked his cock's base between thumb and finger as she began to suck in earnest up and down on his saliva-coated prick.

"Oh, Claire, Claire – Claire!" the young geologist moaned at the softness of her tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his thickly pulsing cock at the apex of withdrawal, the tongue tip dancing incitingly across the tiny opening at the end.

He flexed his ass in the sand, his head still raised, his dark hair falling loosely across his forehead. His dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Claire's blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The exciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering prick was almost painful in its lewdness.

Claire delighted in the throbbing reaction in her husband's loins and began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hotly jerking shaft, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position without disengaging her mouth from his huge blood-engorged cock, kneeling on all fours between his obscenely opened legs.

Reaching under his tightly flexed ass-cheeks, she cupped his rock-hard ass in her palms, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously until Grant made a grinding noise with his teeth – she. knew he was near the bursting point as she took almost all his massive shaft up in her throat.

Continuing the maddening sucking on and on, Claire paused at long intervals to take a gasping mouthful of breath before starting all over again, working over his body in mindless lust. Tiny rivulets of sweat were rolling from her naked titties as she bucked wildly over Grant lying there on the deserted beach, deliberately trying to make him spurt his white cum down her gluttonously sucking throat.