Every time that thought crossed my mind, love, it made my cock swell bigger and my need for Jillian get stronger. We made out sloppily while I walked us back to the very dinner table where we’d shared that first night together.
We knew so little that night. We were so unchanged by each other, so different, even though it was so recently.
I set her down beside the table, but her hands never left me. They tugged pleadingly at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons on it. I grabbed the tablecloth in one hand and yanked it, throwing everything on it onto the floor with a crash. I didn’t care. I needed a surface.
Finally, I turned around and helped Jillian’s progress by gripping my shirt in both hands and ripping the buttons apart.
She sighed delightedly and slid her arms around my sides, kissing my chest and feeling my abs, cuddling into me while emerald eyes looked up at me pleadingly.
“I’m yours,” she gasped, “Bruin, you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I don’t care about anything but us right now.”
“I’ve dreamed about you saying those words,” I said in a rumbling voice down to her, and I picked her up by the hips to set her on the table before pushing her onto her back.
She giggled and squirmed on the heavy wooden table that was worth thousands on its own. I pulled her shoes off, then took her by the hips and dragged her close enough that her crotch was pressed against m
ine.
I gripped her blouse like I’d gripped mine, and I tore it open to reveal her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful, so perfect, that they drove me wild whether they were free or held in by any kind of fabric. As long as she was with me, I’d spoil her forever, buying her any clothes she could possibly want.
I wanted everyone to know who my girl was and what she enjoyed.
The thought of ripping thousand-dollar bras off her was even more thrilling.
I pinned her down, breathing on her neck as my hands explored her torso. I felt the fabric of her bra before my hands went behind her and unhooked it, and I used my teeth to pull it off her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist as I raised my head and looked down at her hungrily.
“Do you know how much I wanted to do this when we were together that first night?” I growled, and she shivered, blushing fiercely. My hands groped her breasts, thumbs rolling over the nipples until they were stiff, and her back was arching up into me. “I wanted to show you from the first second you stepped onto my ship that you were mine.”
“I’ve been yours since you first saw me, Bruin,” she gasped, and I scooped her up. My hands gripped her ass and held her facing me, and I attacked her breasts, teasing her nipples between my teeth.
“Bed,” I grunted, and I carried her to the stateroom where it all started.
She was subtly grinding into me the whole way, her hips desperately pushing while we made out the whole way. I pushed the door open, and we spilled in. I didn’t even set her down. I went straight to the bed and tossed her onto it, watching her bounce and giggle in a way that drove me wild.
I gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before she helped me get her pants off. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“You know what you want,” I growled.
“I’ve never been able to help myself around you,” she confessed.
I pushed her legs apart, held her ass, and shoved my face into her pussy, inhaling deeply before letting my tongue out.
She was so wet already, so keyed up and tense that she bucked her hips up with a yelp when my hot tongue touched her clit. The tip of my tongue flicked it over and over again. I wasn’t here to play around, I was going to drag her into her orgasm immediately.
It didn’t take much. She started to draw in sharp breaths from the very start as I swirled my tongue around her swollen, sensitive nub, feeling honey soak my face. I let it dart out in quick strikes, feeling her muscles twinge and tighten around me with each go. I was rock-hard, knowing how badly she wanted me, how desperately her body needed this.
“Every morning I think about this,” she gasped in a high-pitched squeak. “Oh God, Bruin, even before we fucked, I’ve thought about this so, so much.”
My hands tightened around her ass as I drove her harder until I heard her start to hold her breath, and all at once, I heard her let out a long, beautiful gasp while she came, flooding my face, giving me that sweetest taste of all. I raised my head and rubbed her pussy with my hand as she came, easing her through the orgasm and making her writhe and yelp on the bed while I loomed over her.
I was done waiting.
I pulled my pants off and grabbed her by the hips while she was still twitching from the orgasm, and I flipped her over.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she whimpered, gripping a pillow and bracing herself. She even pushed her ass up for me, presenting herself.
I was too dizzy with lust to reply. I gave my cock one stroke of my hand, feeling its full, vein-ribbed girth before I gripped her hips and pulled her up.