#trysts

Reading on the beach had become a pastime to you. Sometimes you spent hours there alone lost in the written word. Sometimes, he showed up. Sometimes not. But he always took you by surprise when he did.

He was a secret. A secret you had been keeping for months now. There was nothing shameful about your connection with him, only that he came into your life seemingly out of nowhere, like some mythical being. Looking much like a hero of another age, complete with wings on his feet. 

You had met him at your favorite spot. You had been simply minding your own business when he had emerged out of the water. At the time, you thought you had been imagining things. But he quickly proved to be very real indeed.

After he vanished, you thought you might never see him again. But you kept going back. Sometimes he wouldn't show, sometimes he would be waiting for you. You quickly grew to enjoy his company. Soon you grew to enjoy more than that.

One afternoon you had fallen asleep while reading on the beach. It was a wonderful nap, a nap that was made better by the fact that as you were waking up a few hours later just in time to feel him pull your pants off and bury his face between your legs.By the time he was done with you, you were quite the mess.

Then he vanished again to only the Gods knew where.You never quite knew when he would show up again, just that everytime he did, it was memorable. And everytime he would disappear without a trace.

You very quickly became lost in the story. So much so that hours felt like minutes. Soon you didn't notice the sounds of the wildlife around you, the sounds of the waves crashing did not register at all. If you moved at all, it was simply to make yourself a bit more comfortable.

Which worked to his advantage.

As he slowly emerged from the depths, to his delight, he spotted you already on the shore. You were laying down on your back,  with one leg propped up over the other. Making the vision even better was the sight of your short red garment, it gave him the perfect view of your amazing legs. Legs he couldn't wait to spread open.

By now you had gotten to a particularly erotic scene in your book. The protagonist and their partner were now finally alone long enough to explore each other for the first time and the details of their exploration were enough to make you feel incredibly hot. Already you could feel that your knickers were wet and you didn't know if you should strip down and go for a cold swim.

Soon you found yourself thinking about your mystery lover. How much you wished for him to be there to take the edge off for you.

Seeing that you were still distracted, he dropped to his knees and crawled along the sand. The sounds of the waves were more than enough to hide the sounds of his movements. As he got closer, he licked his lips, wondering which leg he should cover with kisses first.

Just as the protagonist had finally pinned their partner to the bed, you felt something soft brush against your leg, startling you. You moved the book to the side and quickly saw what had made you jump. 

It was him,your mystery lover. Dressed as usual in his colorful garments of green, and gold, with hints of other colors among them. The smile he gave you made you melt inside as did the sight of his cock bulging through his shorts. It was the man you only knew as Namor.

Namor remained kneeled in front of you as he took both of his large hands and ran them lightly up your legs, making you sigh deeply and making you forget about your book. As his hands got up as far as your opening, he could feel how wet you had gotten, the fabric of your knickers were incredibly damp.

“You’ve missed me.” He murmured in that smooth voice of his.

“Very much so.” You admitted, your pussy aching even more as he caressed you “I don't see you enough.”

Namor agreed. To his regret he didn't get to see you as often as he liked. Such was the life of a ruler. Especially one whose kingdom was unknown to most of the world, even you. Much as he wanted to share it with you, his dalliances with you were a welcome respite. When it was just the two of you, the two of you were all that existed.

Namor laid on top of you and wasted no time kissing you deeply, his tongue searching for yours and caressed it upon finding it. You always matched his efforts and soon the both of you were moaning and whimpering into each other's mouths, wanting to savor every kiss as if it might be the last one.

Your hands roamed over him, just as his did over you. With that broad chest of his,his dark hair and his large arms, he looked and felt every inch the romantic hero. His lips only left yours just to cover the rest of you with kisses. Whenever you could reach him, you would lay any and all the kisses you could along his neck and chest. The softness of your lips always drove him mad with desire.

Namor then brought his mouth back to yours, just as he brought a hand up to the top of your dress and pulled it down, just enough to expose your tits. He flicked his tongue at each one to make your nipples hard, then he would circle them with the tip of his tongue. He so loved teasing you like this, just as much as he loved worshiping your tits. As he took a hold of each one and sucked hard on your nipples, he moaned as he felt you run your fingers through his hair and pull at it.

“I could spend all day doing this.” He murmured and he meant it. Many a night he spent alone in his chambers wondering what it would be like to have you straddle him on his throne, your breasts bared so that he might partake of them anytime he wanted to. Just thinking of it was enough to make him immensely hard and even now, he was more turned on than before.

Watching and feeling him worship your breasts like this made you feel divine. Just as every kiss, every touch, every whisper in your ear from him made you feel like a goddess. It also made you yearn for him to be inside you again. Soon you began to writhe uncontrollably,whimpering even louder than before. That told Namor just how eager you were for him.

“You need to be filled dont you..”

“Oh yes.”

His mouth still occupied with your tits, Namor reached down and under the hem of your dress. He pushed the damp fabric aside and ran a few fingers up and down your dripping wet opening. He couldn't get enough of how wet he had made you with just his mouth and hands alone. As his fingers ran over your swollen clit, you cried out and dug your nails into his skin, making his cock twitch with pleasure.

Namor did not wish to stop playing with your tits just yet, but he didnt know how much longer he could hold off either. Namor then moved his hands so that he might slip off his green shorts and the rest of his clothes. 

Once he was naked, he lay down beside you. He then pulled you to him so that your back was to him,just as he felt you slip off your ruined panties. Taking your hand in his, he placed it on his cock, guiding your hand up and down his long, thick, shaft.

“Only you make me this hard.” He moaned, feeling you caress him. He meant it too. Ever since he first saw you on the beach, he couldnt stop thinking about you. He had been determined to make you his and now, he couldnt get enough.

He then moved your leg so that he might enter you from behind. 

Namor slowly inched his way inside you, thrilled at the sounds of your breath hitching as he buried himself deep inside you, moaning himself as he felt you take all of him in. With how large he was, you felt very filled indeed.

“You feel so perfect..” He murmured as he held you tighter. “Like you were made for me.”

He gripped you tightly to him as he thrust into you deep and hard. He buried his face in your neck and shoulders as he quickly found a good rhythm. He also played with your breasts some more, especially with your nipples.The sounds of the waves crashing mixed with the sounds of the two of you moaning and grunting with pleasure.

After a time, he rolled you over onto your stomach. He then pulled you up to where you were on your knees, with your hands planted firmly below you. He pushed the hem of your dress up so he could get a much better view of that ass of yours.

Gripping your hips firmly, he thrust hard and fast. Looking down he watched in ecstasy as he moved his cock in and out, marveling at how well you took all of him in. He would only slow down a bit just so he could lightly smack your arse.

You gripped the blanket below you hard. Being bent over like this felt amazing, feeling him fuck you deeper while he held onto your hips for dear life. He always made you feel every inch of him. 

Feeling yourself getting ready to cum, you bit your lip hard and tried to hold it off. As if he heard your thoughts, Namor gripped your hips tighter and thrust harder, grunting loudly as he did so. Your cries of pleasure only grew louder and more frequent. 

As he felt you come all over him, gripping him tightly, throbbing hard on him, Namor held on as felt you come over and over again. Once he felt you start to slow down, he pushed you down onto the blanket.

 Namor then laced his fingers through yours  and kept pounding into you. Being pinned by him always felt amazing. He laid many kisses along your neck and shoulders, even nipping at your tender neck a bit. It made you jump a bit, but it also made you throb a bit more, which didnt go unnoticed by him.

Soon enough, still pinned by him, still feeling lost in a delightful haze, you felt him cum deep in you, shuddering deeply as he emptied himself of every drop. Only after a few moments did he finally start to slow down. He remained in you even as he began to go soft.

Namor buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply and giving you several kisses. Sighing with pleasure, you were content to remain where you were, especially if it meant he would stay a bit longer.

“I needed that..I needed you.” He confessed, still trying to steady his breathing, still inside you.

“So did I.” You spoke softly. “But I always need you.”

Namor laughed lightly at that. Carefully he pushed himself up to allow you to roll over and face him. He stared deeply into your eyes and brushed your cheek gently with his hand, enjoying it greatly when you kissed his palm.

“Will you stay a bit longer?” You pleaded gently, hoping he would. 

Namor knew he should get back soon. He should attend to things. But that yearning in your eyes swayed him. You had him under your spell in a way that no other had ever before.

He felt himself grow hard again. Watching you feel it, hearing you gasp in pleasure made his decision for him.”

“Oh, I’ll stay longer than that.”