Enslaved by the Ocean
Page 39
I groan, and lift my hand, cupping the other side of his face as I move my lips over his cheek. He drops his head back, eyes closed, fingers still sliding through my pussy. He likes it, and he’s letting me be this close to him, even if it’s just for a moment. I slide my mouth up, kissing his skin, then I pepper little kisses over his eyelids before moving down his nose and pressing one to the end. He groans as I move my lips down past his lips, and give his chin a gentle suck.
“Shit, inconceia, I need to fuck you.”
I drop my head, and find his neck. I trail kisses down, stopping every now and then to give him a gentle suck. He fingers find my entrance, and he thrusts them inside me. I mewl, and rotate my hips to feel more of him. I lower my mouth to his collarbone, and here I can smell him the strongest. He’s got a musky, very masculine scent. I nip at his skin before sliding my mouth over his shoulders. He fucks me with his fingers so skillfully, tilting them at that perfect angle, that he has me coming in a matter of minutes. I push myself closer to him, burying my face into his shoulder as I shudder, feeling little jerks of pleasure traveling from my pussy right up my spine.
“Now, baby,” he breathes. “Suck me.”
Oh.
Yes.
I slowly slide off his lap, and as I move, he grips his jeans and undoes them, jerking them down just enough to free his cock. When I am on my knees in front of him, elbows resting on his thighs, I take a moment to gaze at the large, extremely erotic sight before me. He has a beautiful cock, so thick, so long, so perfectly shaped. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around it, and then slowly, I lower my head. I slide my tongue out first, letting it swirl around the tip. He hisses and his hips jerk upwards.
“Don’t tease, inocencia,” he groans.
I press him against my cheek, feeling the hot, smooth skin there. Then I turn my head and I lower my mouth onto him. He growls so loudly I pause, actually wondering if I’ve hurt him. “Don’t stop,” he pants.
Spurred on, I lower my mouth further, sucking and swirling my tongue as I go. When I’ve taken him as deep as I can I begin gently lifting my head, and then repeating this over and over until I’ve got a gentle yet firm bobbing motion happening. Hendrix’s hands tangle in my hair, and he jerks his hips, hissing my name as I begin to move faster, using my hand to pump the base of his cock while my mouth deals with the rest.
“Shit, fuck, stop,” he growls suddenly, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back.
He tugs me upwards, and as I move he takes a condom from his jeans and tears it open, then he fumbles almost desperately to get it out of the packet. His entire chest is straining, his muscles bunching and releasing. It’s beyond hot. I watch as he rolls the condom over his cock, which is red and angry, like it’s about to explode. He grips me, pulling me forward. I don’t get the chance to have a moment to think because he’s pressing a hand to the small of my back and sinking me down onto him before I can even speak.
I don’t need to speak.
All that comes out of my mouth as he slowly fills me is a ragged moan. My pussy stretches around him, and the feeling is so intense I feel my head begin to spin. I close my eyes and drop my head back.
“Eyes, inocencia,” he rasps, gripping my chin and turning my face back toward his. I open my eyes and once again, we lock in that moment that’s just ours. Nothing else comes through; it’s as though no one else exists when he’s looking at me like that.
“Won’t last long,” he murmurs. “Too fucking sweet.”
He grips my hip, and begins grinding me against him, stopping the up and down motion that I had just begun to create. The grinding is better though, oh, it is better. He makes small circular movements that have his cock pressing against my inner walls, finding that sweet spot. I whimper, and begin taking over the action on my own. The deep grinding continues and his hands move up and cup my breasts, his thumbs making little circles over my nipples.
“Hendrix,” I rasp. “I…oh, God…”
“Come for me, inocencia. Scream my name.”
I jerk, and when his finger slides down to find my clit, I come. It’s better than in the waterfall earlier, different, but definitely better. This time, I scream so loud my throat closes off, causing my scream to end in a choking gasp.
“H…Hendrix,” I stammer, still clenching and shuddering over him.
“Going to come, oh, fuck, now,” he roars, and then he jerks his hips up suddenly, and I can feel him pulsing as I clench, and our cries of pleasure mix together to make the most beautiful sound.
I slump against him, my head dropping onto his chest. A fine sheen of sweat covers his skin, and I find myself sliding my tongue out to have a taste. Oh, yes. Hendrix takes my face, lifting it off his chest.
“Enough, incoencia, or I’ll fuck you again.”
Well maybe I want him to.
I pull my chin away from him, and put my head back on his chest, exhaling loudly. He surprises me by putting an arm around my waist and resting it there, but to me, it feels as though he’s holding me. It’s a nice feeling.
“Tell me about your life,” he murmurs softly above me.
“My life?” I say in a small exhausted voice.
“Yeah, your life.”
I nestle further into him, truly feeling this moment with him. “I’m not sure it really matters in the big scheme of things, does it?”
“No,” he murmurs. “I suppose not. Tell me anyway.”
Wanting to extend this moment together, maybe make a bit more of a connection, I decide to talk to him.
“Shit, inconceia, I need to fuck you.”
I drop my head, and find his neck. I trail kisses down, stopping every now and then to give him a gentle suck. He fingers find my entrance, and he thrusts them inside me. I mewl, and rotate my hips to feel more of him. I lower my mouth to his collarbone, and here I can smell him the strongest. He’s got a musky, very masculine scent. I nip at his skin before sliding my mouth over his shoulders. He fucks me with his fingers so skillfully, tilting them at that perfect angle, that he has me coming in a matter of minutes. I push myself closer to him, burying my face into his shoulder as I shudder, feeling little jerks of pleasure traveling from my pussy right up my spine.
“Now, baby,” he breathes. “Suck me.”
Oh.
Yes.
I slowly slide off his lap, and as I move, he grips his jeans and undoes them, jerking them down just enough to free his cock. When I am on my knees in front of him, elbows resting on his thighs, I take a moment to gaze at the large, extremely erotic sight before me. He has a beautiful cock, so thick, so long, so perfectly shaped. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around it, and then slowly, I lower my head. I slide my tongue out first, letting it swirl around the tip. He hisses and his hips jerk upwards.
“Don’t tease, inocencia,” he groans.
I press him against my cheek, feeling the hot, smooth skin there. Then I turn my head and I lower my mouth onto him. He growls so loudly I pause, actually wondering if I’ve hurt him. “Don’t stop,” he pants.
Spurred on, I lower my mouth further, sucking and swirling my tongue as I go. When I’ve taken him as deep as I can I begin gently lifting my head, and then repeating this over and over until I’ve got a gentle yet firm bobbing motion happening. Hendrix’s hands tangle in my hair, and he jerks his hips, hissing my name as I begin to move faster, using my hand to pump the base of his cock while my mouth deals with the rest.
“Shit, fuck, stop,” he growls suddenly, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back.
He tugs me upwards, and as I move he takes a condom from his jeans and tears it open, then he fumbles almost desperately to get it out of the packet. His entire chest is straining, his muscles bunching and releasing. It’s beyond hot. I watch as he rolls the condom over his cock, which is red and angry, like it’s about to explode. He grips me, pulling me forward. I don’t get the chance to have a moment to think because he’s pressing a hand to the small of my back and sinking me down onto him before I can even speak.
I don’t need to speak.
All that comes out of my mouth as he slowly fills me is a ragged moan. My pussy stretches around him, and the feeling is so intense I feel my head begin to spin. I close my eyes and drop my head back.
“Eyes, inocencia,” he rasps, gripping my chin and turning my face back toward his. I open my eyes and once again, we lock in that moment that’s just ours. Nothing else comes through; it’s as though no one else exists when he’s looking at me like that.
“Won’t last long,” he murmurs. “Too fucking sweet.”
He grips my hip, and begins grinding me against him, stopping the up and down motion that I had just begun to create. The grinding is better though, oh, it is better. He makes small circular movements that have his cock pressing against my inner walls, finding that sweet spot. I whimper, and begin taking over the action on my own. The deep grinding continues and his hands move up and cup my breasts, his thumbs making little circles over my nipples.
“Hendrix,” I rasp. “I…oh, God…”
“Come for me, inocencia. Scream my name.”
I jerk, and when his finger slides down to find my clit, I come. It’s better than in the waterfall earlier, different, but definitely better. This time, I scream so loud my throat closes off, causing my scream to end in a choking gasp.
“H…Hendrix,” I stammer, still clenching and shuddering over him.
“Going to come, oh, fuck, now,” he roars, and then he jerks his hips up suddenly, and I can feel him pulsing as I clench, and our cries of pleasure mix together to make the most beautiful sound.
I slump against him, my head dropping onto his chest. A fine sheen of sweat covers his skin, and I find myself sliding my tongue out to have a taste. Oh, yes. Hendrix takes my face, lifting it off his chest.
“Enough, incoencia, or I’ll fuck you again.”
Well maybe I want him to.
I pull my chin away from him, and put my head back on his chest, exhaling loudly. He surprises me by putting an arm around my waist and resting it there, but to me, it feels as though he’s holding me. It’s a nice feeling.
“Tell me about your life,” he murmurs softly above me.
“My life?” I say in a small exhausted voice.
“Yeah, your life.”
I nestle further into him, truly feeling this moment with him. “I’m not sure it really matters in the big scheme of things, does it?”
“No,” he murmurs. “I suppose not. Tell me anyway.”
Wanting to extend this moment together, maybe make a bit more of a connection, I decide to talk to him.
