Part 8 (2/2)
With a yank at the clip at my shoulder, she released the toga, and the sheet whooshed to the floor. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilled free to our mutual moan.
”Did you think I didn't see these?” I met her gaze in the mirror and then watched her focus on the golden moons that hung from my nipples. ”You wore our play gear in public-and that is going to get you f.u.c.ked, just like this.”
I shuddered and thrust back against her. ”Are you just going to talk about it, or are you going to actually do something?”
She swatted my backside for an answer and let go of me. My laugh and wiggle in response to the swat turned into an arching, swelling groan as she pulled gently, persuasively on one of the moons. They stayed on with a simple loop that cinched around my nipples, and if she pulled too hard they'd slip right off. But she knew just how to twist it. Nearly invisible under my clothes, she loved it when I teased her with glimpses of body jewelry, and these were so comfortable I'd been wearing them all evening. She'd only realized as I'd ground myself on her lap that I might perhaps be wearing our very private jewelry. I'd have had a matching moon dangling from a soft clip that slipped behind and lifted my c.l.i.t, but I hadn't been able to find it. I stared briefly at my reflection. The heavy, drunk look in my eyes told me I wouldn't care about the missing clip.
”You are the most incredible playmate. G.o.d, I could look at you all night.”
”I'd rather you did something else to me all night.”
”What about the midnight buffet?”
”f.u.c.k the midnight buffet.”
She laughed, as I had expected her to. The rustling of her suitcase stopped and then she was standing behind me again. ”Nah. I'd rather f.u.c.k this.”
Even braced, I nearly lost my footing at the force of her thrust. When she was in this mood, and I was in this mood, she always took me fast and so deeply that the leather of her harness pressed against my open, willing flesh. Her hands crept up my back as she rocked behind me, in and out, in and out, the slap of her c.o.c.k keeping time with my panting grunts as she knocked the breath out of me.
She gripped my shoulders, first yanking me back against her even harder, then pus.h.i.+ng me down until my head was on the little counter, cus.h.i.+oned against my arms. I loved this vulnerable position and letting her have me this way. There were no barriers between us. She took everything she needed and I had all that I wanted.
”You're so juicy, baby. I feel you on my legs.” She twisted her fingers into my hair and pulled my head up. I gasped. ”Look at those nipples of yours. So red and tight for me. You like getting f.u.c.ked like this, don't you?”
The gold jewelry swayed and moved under me, adding the slight pull of gravity to my nipples. ”You know I do, and you like having me this way.”
”You know I do.”
In the mirror I watched her chest gloss with perspiration as the temperature rose in the cabin and between us. Her own nipples were hard and I wanted them in my mouth. I didn't see her other hand slide under me, but I moaned loudly when she squeezed one encircled nipple. I shuddered and somehow kept my feet under me even as my knees threatened to give way.
”I'm gonna come, baby,” I warned her hoa.r.s.ely. ”It's what you're doing to me. You fill me up. Your c.o.c.k touches everything.”
”Go ahead and come. Come all over me.” She squeezed my nipple again and I gave in to the sweet, welcome contractions that gripped at her c.o.c.k and made my c.l.i.t throb. The hours of teasing us both into this frenzy had been all for this moment, my strength balanced against hers, me pus.h.i.+ng back, her holding on.
I shook under her, aware that her arm was holding me up even as she covered me with her body so she could continue to thrust into me after the strongest waves had subsided. Was it the position that woke up all the nerves inside me, or her forcefulness that made me so open and pliable? I had friends who wondered about such things, but all I knew was that she made me come like no one else ever had. I gave her all the right numbers and she unlocked the combination every time.
”More,” she growled in my ear. She pulled out of me and swung me toward the bed. I stumbled, fell, bounced, and she was on top of me, spreading my legs as she claimed my mouth for a hot, wet kiss. ”Right here, baby, right now.”
”Please, please . . .”I seemed to know no other word. Everything inside me felt divine and now the harness was rhythmically pressing into my c.l.i.t.
”Everything, you get it all tonight.”
”So do you,” I managed to say through my gritted teeth. I clung to her, rising to meet her, feeling the strength of her and the matching pulse of her pa.s.sion.
”I don't care if you strut around in front of other women.” She stopped, pushed inside me as far as she could go. Her hands clamped down on my shoulders, anchoring me to the bed. ”Because I'm the one who gets to do this to you. I'm the one who gives it to you the way you want.”
Subtle movements of her hips magnified the fullness of her c.o.c.k and I resisted going limp. My mouth was watering. All of me was abruptly drenched. ”Baby,” I said weakly.
”I'm the one who knows how to f.u.c.k your brains out. Isn't this what you want?”
She was moving again, short thrusts that made my nipples brush against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Yes,” I groaned. ”This is exactly what I want.”
Our gazes locked and her eyes were dark, the way they always were when she was very turned on. Time did not stop, but it lost all meaning to me. I didn't realize how long I'd been lost in her gaze while my body took her and took her and took her, not until she suddenly said, ”Please, baby, come for me again. Don't make me wait for it-I can't stand it. Please.”
I arched hard under her, and suddenly it was she who was clinging to me, trying to stay on while I writhed. She kept me on the bed somehow as I thrashed under her, abandoned and beyond words. She held me tight and encouraged me, begged me to give her more.
I gave her everything I had.
It was several minutes before I realized she was still quietly pleading with me for more. I smiled to myself. I never could resist her begging.
Turning onto my side I gave her a loving kiss. ”You did very well.”
”You make me so crazy. I love it when you are so s.l.u.tty and I know I'm going to get to have you later.”
I rolled on top of her and straddled her thighs. ”You deserve a reward, don't you think?”
She was holding her breath as she nodded. I leaned down to whisper, ”Breathe, darling,” just before I kissed her. ”We're just getting started. You did exactly what I wanted. Every bit was perfect.”
My head on her shoulder as my hands undid the straps on her harness, I voiced the persistent truth that still amazed me. ”You're the only one I can ever let see me that way. I trust you and I love you. You're the only woman who has ever made me come.”
There was a slight smile of wonder on her lips when I straightened up to pull the harness free. ”All I do is what you tell me, and I listen to you,” she said.
”You make it sound so simple. You're the only one who ever got it right.”
She whimpered as I slowly bent over her and licked her lips. ”I love you.”
”I know, darling. Slide your hands under your a.s.s and don't close your eyes.”
She did as I ordered and I watched her pupils dilate with antic.i.p.ation. ”Like this?”
”Yes, very good. Help me.” She squirmed and lifted as I wove the short rope from under the pillow around her wrists. It wouldn't take much of a struggle to free herself, but it wasn't the restraint that worked for her, but the order behind it. ”Keep your hands there or I'll stop and there'll be no more f.u.c.king tonight.”
She relaxed under me, both of us knowing she would do as she was told, and I would make her obedience well worth her while. How could her response be predictable when the trust it demonstrated never failed to fill me with awe? I'd topped other women and truly enjoyed it, but my darling moved me like no other. Every woman before her had been part of my searching. Now there was only her.
I nibbled and kissed her neck, taking the time to smell the faint remnant of her cologne. This was a complicated dance, but only with her had I ceased to care if I touched her because I was giving my submissive what she wanted, or enjoying myself with her as my plaything, because that is what we both wanted. Whose needs came first, the chicken's or the egg's? With her they were inseparable. I bit down on her hard nipple and didn't care which of us that pleased more. She moaned just the way that made me deliciously dizzy. My own nipples swelled in response. I realized then that the steady pulse of the s.h.i.+p's engines were a match to her heartbeat, powerful and deep.
”You taste wonderful,” I murmured. I trailed my tongue down her torso. ”Sea air suits you.”
When she didn't respond, I bit her nipple again, then said, ”You have permission to talk, darling.”
”Thank you,” she said after a long moan.
”I want you to enjoy yourself. You f.u.c.ked me. You made me come twice, plus all the little ones along the way.” I arched so the body jewelry moons dangled across her nipples. ”I haven't yet decided exactly how I'm going to make you come.”
She s.h.i.+fted under me so the moons continued to dangle between us. ”Anything you want.”
”I love you in a frenzy like this,” I mused. ”Maybe I should have you wait another day so-”
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