Sailor Proof (Shore Leave 1)

“You letting me drive?” I laughed even as my stomach did this little flip, anticipation rising. “Not gonna turn that down.”

“Good. I like this.” Then he was the one to laugh as he opened the condom and revealed a green so neon it might be visible from space. “Damn. That’s some mystery color.”

“Yep. Still want it. Get it on,” I demanded, moving back on his thighs so he had room to roll the condom on. Yep. Very neon. And I was very much not caring.

“Slow,” he ordered as he held the base of his cock and urged me into position with his other hand. Like his fingers, the blunt pressure was different from playing around on my own. Not painful, but something to get used to. “That’s it. Breathe.”

“Easier...said...than...done.”

“I know.” Keeping his voice low and soothing, he ran a hand down my back. “Go as slow as you need.”

Easing down, I willed my body to relax, making small movements with my hips. My brain kept trying to catalog all the new sensations, but then I lowered a little farther and that spot inside me lit up. I wanted more. Right that second. “Oh. That.”

“Like that?” Derrick rocked up into me then, guiding my motions with his hands, and I finally got out of my head enough to simply move with him. My body seemed to know the rhythm on its own, and the more I let go, the better it felt.

“More.”

“Fuck. Yes.” Our movements became more frantic, like Derrick had been waiting for that signal from me that he too could let go.

“Kiss me,” I demanded, needing even more contact, more connection. Kissing him like this felt different, a new level of intensity, and I couldn’t get enough. Energy arced from the top of my head, past our linked mouths, intensifying around my ass and cock, and spreading out all the way to my toes. He held me so close that the tenderness was almost too much while also being the compass guiding me through the waves of sensations.

“Fuck. You’re going to get me off.” Groaning, Derrick tipped his head back, eyes falling shut, neck and shoulder muscles straining. “Too good.”

“Oh yes.” I hadn’t realized how much I wanted that until he said it. He always had such a tight lid on his control that watching it snap was mesmerizing. “Do it, please.”

He worked a hand between us, stroking my cock in concert with our motions. His other hand was warm and present against my back, the tension in his grip so arousing, knowing I had him that worked up. His touch felt good, but coming myself felt far less urgent than watching him give in to the pleasure.

“Come on, Derrick.” My grip on his shoulders tightened, anticipation thrumming through me. I wanted him to shatter, wanted to know that I’d inspired that. Trying to spur him on, I moved faster. Harder. Met each of his thrusts until we were both moaning.

“That’s it.” He kissed me with a new desperation right before shuddering. “Oh. Fuck. Coming.”

I could feel it, the pulse deep inside me, the way he groaned and shook, and it was almost enough to take me along for the ride. Giddy and more than a little buzzed on power, I felt skyscraper high. “Fuck. That was so hot.”

“Yeah, it was.” His voice was sleepy, but he sped up his hand on my cock. “Your turn now.”

“Not sure...” I shifted around, body searching for something that seemed to be just out of reach.

“I got you.” Gently, he withdrew his cock before he dropped his hand from my back to my ass, squeezing.

“Oh.” There it was, the edge, rushing up toward me, each sensation magnified now. The tightness of his grip. The subtle ache in my ass. His lips on my neck. “Fuck. Yes. Right....”

Then I was coming, and he was holding me and murmuring nonsense as I shot over and over, so hard my whole body curved inward until I couldn’t stay upright and collapsed against him. Tumbling backward, we ended up in a messy heap, him softly kissing my temple while I made involuntary happy noises.

“Was that worth the wait?” he asked, tone a little too careful to be completely casual.

“Hell, yes.” On so many levels the wait had been more than worth it. That had been gorgeous and special and everything I ever wanted in a first time.

“Good.” He kissed my mouth then, but I didn’t miss the flash of relief in his eyes. This meaning something to him only jazzed me up further, made me move restlessly against him.

“Damn. I’m still all ramped up from the show. And I don’t want to fall asleep.” I didn’t want to waste a minute of this closeness, didn’t want morning to come, wanted to lie right there forever.

“I know. Me either.” He pressed another kiss into my hair.