Free Web NovelChapter 268: How To Drink Margarita. (R-18)
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Adorning a multi-coloured bandeau and sunglasses, Skyla was resting on the white sand beach outside her villa. Zyair had covered her gorgeous body with sunblock so she could soak in all the warmth of the sun that was tilting in the west. Her one leg was arched while her hand rested on her belly. The wedding ring with a large emerald shimmered under the rays of the sun.
Zyair sauntered over to her, wearing only loose white shorts and carrying two large margarita glasses with green drinks in them. Little umbrellas and lime decorated the glasses.
He squatted himself behind Skyla’s head and she scooted backwards to lay her head on his thick muscles and thighs.
"Here, my sunshine." He offered her the drink.
Taking a sip of the cool minty drink she let it trickle down her throat coating it with its deliciousness.
"Yummy! It tastes so good." Skyla slurped and took another sip. Zyair watched her with mischief. He hadn’t yet taken a sip of his own.
"Let’s see." He dipped his head and slowly covered the side of her lips with his and sucked. She sipped from the straw while he slurped the drink from her mouth.
His hand slid inside her bandeau and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it, sending a small shiver running through her.
"Not bad, but there are other places I want to drink it from," Zyair breathed out on her lips and pulled her up so her breasts were right in front of his ravenous eyes.
Skyla watched him with her hooded ones, as he slowly freed her raised mounds and pinched her maraschino cherry tops. A needy moan fell through her lips as her back lusciously arched.
Dipping his finger in his drink, Zyair wetted his finger with it and placed a drop on her pointed rosy nipple. Skyla shuddered from the coolness as Zyair’s head dipped and he plopped it in his wanton mouth and chewed it like his favourite gum.
"Sssss." The sensations crackled through her.
Zyair had a naughty smile going. Tilting his glass between the valley in her mounds he let the cold liquid trickle down her heated up body. His tongue lashed out and slurped the margarita that flowed between her breasts. Licking and wetting her sensitive skin in the process, letting her feel the coarseness of his tongue as it lapped at her soft skin.
Soft mewls like a cute cat’s purring escaped Skyla. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Now this is delicious," he teased, adjusting her and letting her head rest back on the soft blanket. He slithered further down towards her belly button.
"The real delicacy is my wife." He blew against her belly button, the hot breath made her skin prickle as he poured the cool liquid directly into her belly button.
Skyla giggled from the tickling sensations, her shoulders bunching together as she watched him from below the rims of her sunglasses.
"Zy! What are you doing?" She huskily asked, anticipation building up in her chest.
"Drinking from the well," he teasingly said, his mouth opened and his reddish tongue slid out, dipping into her brimming belly button and drinking up the minty liquid like an elixir.
Skyla’s body involuntarily quivered from his nipping tongue, Zyair’s hand reached out and landed on her chest, keeping her in place.
He traced his tongue further down, halting at her panties. Placing the glass aside he used his free hand to yank them down, revealing her silken folds to his passion-filled eyes.
His smile widened into a full-blown smirk telling Skyla he was going to engage in mischief.
"Zyyyyy!!!" she cried out as he picked up the glass and poured the liquid on her inner thigh and began to lick it clean off, slowly making his way to her ever-drenching core.
Like a woman in heat, she opened her legs wider for him and he adeptly settled between them. His mouth latched on her sensitive nub as he stroked and licked, her mind racing towards the azure sky above and floating in the clouds.
His hand grabbed her nipple and he dexterously rolled it between his index and middle finger, his thumb traced the outline of her breast. It doubled the pleasure he was providing.
"That’s more delicious than any liquid in the world," he heaved, his voice thick with pleasure as his tongue parted her slick folds and jutted inside her.
"Argghh!"
Skyla forgot her own drink at this point, as it left her hand and softly fell on the sand, spilling out and soaking in the white sand. No one cared for the margarita anymore.
Her hands roughly grabbed his hair as her hips bucked up and her legs landed on his back, pressing him down and giving him more access to her burning insides. Only his tongue could quench the heat that embroiled her.
Zyair drank like a man starved while Skyla’s womanly juices overflowed, feeding and quenching that limitless thirst of his. His tongue would wriggle out only for him to ram back inside her, trying to reach the deepest parts of her clenching insides.
"Zyair! Please, I want you inside me," Skyla cried out, her body shivering from the pleasures that coursed through her arteries and veins.
Zyair did one last swipe, his tongue licking her clean. His shimmering eyes which were almost the same shade as the sky above them, found hers and he straightened up. His hardness was pitching a tent against his shorts.
"With pleasure!" He teased with his lips curving up and forming that impish smile she loved seeing on his face.
Pulling down his shorts he let his bulbous organ spring free and Skyla breathed in a gulp of salty air, readying herself to be filled up.
Grabbing her inner thighs Zyair positioned himself on her inviting core and without further ado invaded her wet passage.
"Ahh!" She cried out in pleasure; it always magnified when she connected with this man of her dreams. No matter how much they would lose themselves in each other, every experience seemed like a new one to them.
The wind picked up its pace and small waves crashed against the pearly beach as two souls conjoined and provided each other with pleasure and comfort.
His muscles rippled and his overly tanned skin oozed some beads of perspiration that trickled down his buffed chest and shapely abs. His hand slithered under her back and he lifted it just slightly to angle his thrusts, to go deeper and stretch her wider.
Skyla held onto his thick wrist as her whole body quaked as if some earthquake was rattling her and those tiny sounds of pleasure wouldn’t stop leaving her open mouth. Her auburn tresses were strewn out on the white blanket and salt-like sand. There wasn’t a prettier sight he had ever seen than this.
"I am close, Zyair!" She blurted out, making his own hardness twitch.
Her words were enough. His invading shaft pulsed and then exploded right inside of her.
"I love you!" He leaned over and whispered in her neck, covering her body with his huge one. His head rested between the valley of her breasts as the sun dipped down leaving the last of its pinkiness behind.
"I love you too, Zyair," she cried out hoarsely as all of her strength left her and she wrapped her arms around him.
