Enslaved by the Ocean
Page 35
When he’s on his knees in front of me, and my panties are on the ground, he looks up. His eyes are fiery, and nearly black with need. He grips one of my thighs, and gently slides it to the left so my legs are spread. He makes a growling sound as he lifts a finger and swipes it through my damp sex. “So fuckin’ sweet here, aren’t you, inocencia?”
I don’t answer him. I just drop my head back into the rock wall and close my eyes, letting myself enjoy every moment of this. Hendrix spreads my legs a little further, and I can feel the water from the falls sliding down over my stomach and tickling my exposed clit. Sweet heaven, it’s amazing. Hendrix leans in closer, and I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive flesh before he plunges his tongue inside me.
I scream.
It comes so unexpectedly, that my body buckles. His hands reach up and grip my hips, stopping me from sliding down and landing in a heap on the ground. He plunges his tongue inside my flesh deeper, finding my clit and flicking it with ferocity. Then he gets it between his teeth, and begins rolling it with them. Holy…shit. A bolt of pleasure shoots through my body, it’s so intense I find myself screaming out words I usually wouldn’t use.
“Motherfucker,” I groan.
Hendrix bites and rolls, licks and sucks, until I’m trembling all over and whimpering his name desperately. He removes one hand from my hip, and brings it down between us, finding my entrance and plunging it inside. I come so hard I feel my own eyes roll. I don’t even realize my body has collapsed until I feel Hendrix stand us both up, and re-press my back against the wall. I hear his belt buckle, and I open my eyes to see he’s looking right at me.
“Ready for this, inocencia?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I almost plead.
He steps back for a second, and drops his belt. He unbuckles his jeans, and yanks them down. When his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s big. I mean, I knew it was, but seeing it like this, is just…wow. He wraps his fingers around it, and begins gently stroking as he pulls a condom from his jeans pocket and tears it open with his teeth. With wide eyes, and an aching pussy I watch as he rolls it down over the head of his cock, and then over the base. Naked, the man looks like he’s meant to be a damned statue. He’s so ridiculously perfect.
He steps forward when he’s sheathed. He’s got no shirt on, and like this, fully naked, he’s heart wrenchingly breathtaking. I blink a few times, to make sure what I’m seeing is real. My reality becomes clearer when he presses himself against me, and his hands find my thighs. He grips them both, and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He reaches down between us, gripping his cock and guiding it to my entrance. My eyes roll again, and I drop my head into his shoulder.
“Look at me when I fuck you, inocnecia,” he orders.
I lift my head weakly, and meet his eyes. I’ve never watched a man during sex, but seeing the way his expression changes and his face softens as he slides inside me is something I’ll never forget, or regret. He fills me slowly, stretching me. We both groan, and he releases one of my thighs to put his hand on the wall beside my head. I turn my gaze to his arm, and I watch it flex and pull as he tenses all over. Holy fuck. He’s so damned yummy.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he rasps, clenching his jaw.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out as he takes the final plunge, fully burying himself inside me.
“Jesus,” he groans.
When he moves his hips, sliding out of me before plunging back in, everything in my world stops. It literally stops. I feel nothing but him. See nothing but him. I’ve never felt this in my entire life. I’ve never had someone take me to such a level before. He’s literally changing everything. My eyes haze over as my body sparks to life. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex, the feeling building inside me is something I’ve never felt before.
“I…oh, God…what is that feeling?” I cry out, gripping his back and sinking my nails into his skin.
“You’ve never come before, sweetheart?” he pants, through gritted teeth.
“I don’t…oh, God…Hendrix…”
“Oh baby, fuck. Let me be the first, let me take you over that edge.”
I shake my head from side to side as bolts of pleasure shoot up my core and settle low in my belly. Oh. God. I can feel my entire body clenching around him, tightening, hanging on that edge. Is this it? What everyone raves about? Hendrix drops his head into my neck where he begins to gently suckle. Oh fuck. Oh my God. I rasp out his name, and my desperate whimpers turn into pathetic little screams for more. Hendrix moves his hips faster, filling me even deeper until I’m on that edge, ready to go, just needing that push.
My fingers are warm with the blood from his back, I’m scratching him, and I don’t even care. He reaches between us, finding my clit with his thumb. He rubs the wet nub, swirling my arousal around and around, pressing on and off it, taking me to the edge and letting me go. What is he doing? I feel myself tense, and my vision swims, and he stops moving his hips. I cry out angrily, lifting my head and meeting him with a confused, desperate gaze.
“Hendrix, please…”
His eyes scan my face, and his expression is that of tortured pleasure. “Need to hear you beg, incocencia. Beg me…”
“Please,” I whisper.
“More.”
“Please, Hendrix, fuck me.”
“More, sweetheart.”
“Make me come. Be my first. Please, I want it so badly. Fuck me, make me never forget how this feels.”
I don’t answer him. I just drop my head back into the rock wall and close my eyes, letting myself enjoy every moment of this. Hendrix spreads my legs a little further, and I can feel the water from the falls sliding down over my stomach and tickling my exposed clit. Sweet heaven, it’s amazing. Hendrix leans in closer, and I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive flesh before he plunges his tongue inside me.
I scream.
It comes so unexpectedly, that my body buckles. His hands reach up and grip my hips, stopping me from sliding down and landing in a heap on the ground. He plunges his tongue inside my flesh deeper, finding my clit and flicking it with ferocity. Then he gets it between his teeth, and begins rolling it with them. Holy…shit. A bolt of pleasure shoots through my body, it’s so intense I find myself screaming out words I usually wouldn’t use.
“Motherfucker,” I groan.
Hendrix bites and rolls, licks and sucks, until I’m trembling all over and whimpering his name desperately. He removes one hand from my hip, and brings it down between us, finding my entrance and plunging it inside. I come so hard I feel my own eyes roll. I don’t even realize my body has collapsed until I feel Hendrix stand us both up, and re-press my back against the wall. I hear his belt buckle, and I open my eyes to see he’s looking right at me.
“Ready for this, inocencia?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I almost plead.
He steps back for a second, and drops his belt. He unbuckles his jeans, and yanks them down. When his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s big. I mean, I knew it was, but seeing it like this, is just…wow. He wraps his fingers around it, and begins gently stroking as he pulls a condom from his jeans pocket and tears it open with his teeth. With wide eyes, and an aching pussy I watch as he rolls it down over the head of his cock, and then over the base. Naked, the man looks like he’s meant to be a damned statue. He’s so ridiculously perfect.
He steps forward when he’s sheathed. He’s got no shirt on, and like this, fully naked, he’s heart wrenchingly breathtaking. I blink a few times, to make sure what I’m seeing is real. My reality becomes clearer when he presses himself against me, and his hands find my thighs. He grips them both, and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He reaches down between us, gripping his cock and guiding it to my entrance. My eyes roll again, and I drop my head into his shoulder.
“Look at me when I fuck you, inocnecia,” he orders.
I lift my head weakly, and meet his eyes. I’ve never watched a man during sex, but seeing the way his expression changes and his face softens as he slides inside me is something I’ll never forget, or regret. He fills me slowly, stretching me. We both groan, and he releases one of my thighs to put his hand on the wall beside my head. I turn my gaze to his arm, and I watch it flex and pull as he tenses all over. Holy fuck. He’s so damned yummy.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he rasps, clenching his jaw.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out as he takes the final plunge, fully burying himself inside me.
“Jesus,” he groans.
When he moves his hips, sliding out of me before plunging back in, everything in my world stops. It literally stops. I feel nothing but him. See nothing but him. I’ve never felt this in my entire life. I’ve never had someone take me to such a level before. He’s literally changing everything. My eyes haze over as my body sparks to life. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex, the feeling building inside me is something I’ve never felt before.
“I…oh, God…what is that feeling?” I cry out, gripping his back and sinking my nails into his skin.
“You’ve never come before, sweetheart?” he pants, through gritted teeth.
“I don’t…oh, God…Hendrix…”
“Oh baby, fuck. Let me be the first, let me take you over that edge.”
I shake my head from side to side as bolts of pleasure shoot up my core and settle low in my belly. Oh. God. I can feel my entire body clenching around him, tightening, hanging on that edge. Is this it? What everyone raves about? Hendrix drops his head into my neck where he begins to gently suckle. Oh fuck. Oh my God. I rasp out his name, and my desperate whimpers turn into pathetic little screams for more. Hendrix moves his hips faster, filling me even deeper until I’m on that edge, ready to go, just needing that push.
My fingers are warm with the blood from his back, I’m scratching him, and I don’t even care. He reaches between us, finding my clit with his thumb. He rubs the wet nub, swirling my arousal around and around, pressing on and off it, taking me to the edge and letting me go. What is he doing? I feel myself tense, and my vision swims, and he stops moving his hips. I cry out angrily, lifting my head and meeting him with a confused, desperate gaze.
“Hendrix, please…”
His eyes scan my face, and his expression is that of tortured pleasure. “Need to hear you beg, incocencia. Beg me…”
“Please,” I whisper.
“More.”
“Please, Hendrix, fuck me.”
“More, sweetheart.”
“Make me come. Be my first. Please, I want it so badly. Fuck me, make me never forget how this feels.”
