Reunion by the Waves
The moment I saw Marcus standing at the hotel bar, my pussy clenched with raw need. Six years had passed since our last frantic fuck in his tiny Brooklyn apartment, but the sight of his tall, dark-skinned body in a crisp white shirt still made my thighs tremble. The seaside hotel on the Amalfi coast hummed with soft jazz and the distant crash of waves; I was here for a dull conference, he was apparently on vacation. Our eyes locked across the dimly lit lounge and the air crackled.
“艾莲娜，”他走近时，声音低沉而顺滑，“没想到会在意大利见到你那紧致的小翘臀。”
I laughed, but my nipples were already stiff against my sundress. “Marcus. Still charming as ever. You here to ruin another white girl’s vacation?”
他咧嘴一笑，洁白的牙齿在他深棕色的皮肤映衬下格外显眼。“除非她好好求我。”
We barely made it through small talk. Two drinks later his hand brushed my waist, sending sparks straight to my clit. The tension was unbearable. I leaned in, breath hot against his ear.
“I want you inside me tonight. No games. Just like old times.”
His fingers tightened on my hip. “Room 312. Now.”
We slipped into the elevator, hearts pounding. The doors closed and his mouth crashed onto mine. His tongue tasted of whiskey and memories. I moaned into the kiss, grinding against the thick bulge already straining his pants. His big black hands slid under my dress, cupping my bare ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.
“Fuck, you’re not wearing panties,” he growled against my lips. “Always such a slut for me.”
电梯叮了一声。我们跌跌撞撞地穿过走廊，等身后的门咔嗒关上时，已经半裸了。马库斯把我推到俯瞰月光海面的阳台窗前。冰凉的玻璃贴在我的乳房上，他把我的裙子撩到腰上。他粗大的手指立刻找到我湿透的小穴，紧贴着打圈揉弄我肿胀的阴蒂。
“Oh god, yes,” I whimpered, pushing back against his hand. “Finger me, Marcus. I’ve missed this so much.”
He chuckled darkly, sliding two long fingers deep into my dripping cunt. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he pumped them in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot. My legs shook. The contrast of his dark hand against my pale thighs made me even wetter.
“宝贝，你已经在我手指上流满爱液了。这个白妞的小穴还是被黑鸡巴操得这么淫水泛滥，不是吗？”
“Yes… please, I need it,” I begged, voice breaking.
他把我转过去，跪了下来。他的舌头饥渴地舔弄我的阴蒂，手指还在不停抽插。我抓住他的短卷发，对着他的脸研磨，海风吹凉了我皮肤上的汗水。第一次高潮来得又快又猛。我尖叫出声，大腿夹紧他的头，小穴阵阵收缩，轻轻喷在他的嘴唇上。
Marcus stood, wiping his glistening mouth. His cock sprang free as he unzipped—thick, veined, nearly ten inches of beautiful dark dick that I remembered stretching me so perfectly. I sank to my knees on the cool tile, taking him into my mouth immediately. The salty taste of his precum coated my tongue as I bobbed, trying to deepthroat as much as I could. Gagging wetly, I looked up at him with watering eyes.
“Shit, Elena… that mouth is still dangerous,” he groaned, hips rocking gently.
我吸得更用力，脸颊凹陷，口水滴在他沉甸甸的蛋蛋上。他在射之前把我拉起来，狠狠地吻我，然后把我按在阳台栏杆上弯下腰。温暖的夜风亲吻着我裸露的皮肤，他用鸡巴肥大的龟头沿着我的肉缝磨蹭。
“告诉我你想要这根大黑屌，”他命令道。
“I want it. Fuck me, Marcus. Fill me up.”
他猛地插入，一下埋进半根。那灼烧感美妙至极。我呻吟得隔壁房间都能听见，但我毫不在意。他每一次抽插都更深，直到沉甸甸的睾丸拍打我的阴蒂。肌肤相撞的湿响与下方的海浪声交织。我的双乳在栏杆上方自由晃动，他从身后猛烈撞击，一只手缠着我的头发，另一只手紧紧抓着我的臀部，力道大到留下痕迹。
“天哪，你下面好紧……还是我操过的最爽的屄，”他喘着粗气，加快了抽插的速度。
我向后顶去迎合每一次凶狠的抽插，第二次高潮迅速堆积。“再用力点。像你占有我那样操我。”
He did. The railing creaked under us as he slammed in deep, stretching my walls around his thick cock. My clit throbbed with every impact. When I came again, my cunt clenched so hard around him that he cursed, slowing just enough to feel every ripple.
他突然拔出来，把我转过来面对他，像我没有重量一样把我抱起来。我的背撞上玻璃门，他重新插入我体内，站着操我。我的双腿缠上他的腰。我们现在四目相对，他黑暗的目光灼烧着我的眼睛，同时他的胯部有力地顶弄。
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he whispered. “I want to watch you fall apart on this dick again.”
我只能呻吟着点头，指甲深深掐进他宽阔的肩膀。这个姿势让他每一次抽插都能磨蹭到我的阴蒂。汗水浸湿了我们的身体，空气中弥漫着浓烈的性爱气息。第三次高潮毫无预兆地席卷而来。我尖叫着他的名字，小穴在他阴茎周围喷涌，快感的浪潮撕裂着我。
“操，我要射了，”他低吼着，节奏变得狂乱。
“Inside me. Please cum inside my pussy.”
随着一声低沉的呻吟，他一插到底。我感觉到他浓稠的精液一股股滚烫地灌满我，一波接一波，多得顺着他的肉棒边缘溢出来，沿着我的大腿往下滴。他还在继续抽插，榨干每一滴，直到我们俩都瘫倒在玻璃上，喘着粗气。
Later we lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, the sea breeze cooling our skin through the open balcony doors. His fingers traced lazy circles on my breast as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
“Think we’re doing this again tomorrow night?” I asked, smiling against his dark skin.
马库斯低沉地笑了，嗓音因满足而沙哑：“宝贝，不把你身体里最后一丝紧张都操出来，我是不会让你离开这间酒店的。去他的会议。”
I kissed his collarbone, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. The night was young, the sea whispered below, and our bodies still remembered every perfect inch of each other.