When she felt like he was wet enough, she licked him one last time and then lay back on the bed, her legs spread and ready for him. She was used to men jumping on her at this point, but he dropped to his knees in front of her. When she looked at him quizzically, he replied, “Ma chérie, the gift you have given me must be given back. Surely the men in America do the same for you, no?” She blushed. It had been ages since a man gave her oral pleasure, and she propped herself up on her elbows and smiled.
She kept her knees bent as he licked up the inside of her calf, making eye contact with her the whole time. As he moved past her knee, she straightened her legs back out, and he reached around both legs. She had feared that she would look even bigger, but his massive arms were able to wrap around her legs with ease. Right before he lowered himself to her velvet folds, he gave her a wink and a smile, and she gasped with how good he looked. Then, he dove in. She felt his stubble brush against the inside of both her legs at once, and his tongue went right for her clit.
She collapsed back on her back, her hands immediately going for her breasts. His tongue slithered around her clit like a little snake, pushing and stimulating her in just the right way. The pleasure just kept building and building, and soon she felt her legs tensing with the pleasure. She had to keep herself from squeezing his head, a task she found a little difficult.
He removed his tongue from her clit and looked up at her. “Ma belle chérie, you must relax.”
She laughed, the first time she had since getting on the boat. Her hands went to fan her face, feeling little drops of sweat forming on her forehead. “I don't know how you do that. No one has ever caused me that much pleasure before. I didn't want to hurt you if I enjoy myself too much.”
He smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment. “You relax, and enjoy yourself. You will not enjoy this unless you let yourself go, and if you do not enjoy this, then I will not enjoy this.” With that, he dove back into her tender sex.
She instantly let herself become relaxed, and it was amazing how much faster she climbed towards her climax. He relentlessly stimulated her pleasure centers, and soon she found herself squeezing again. She let it happen, and a few seconds later, found herself tensing for the inevitable. Her hips arched, and she grabbed Gabriel's hair. The ship's cabin exploded into a blend of colors and light as she experienced the greatest sexual joy she had ever known. She
moaned loudly as her hands went to the bed, gripping the sheets in ecstasy.
As her orgasm wound down, he stopped. She lay there, still gasping. Sweat ran into her eyes, but she still managed to look up at him. He looked like a beast uncaged, desire to be satiated overwhelming him. “La petite mort,” he said, and she smiled at the flowery French phrase for orgasm. He wasted no time. “I must have you,” he said. She nodded her head slowly and closed her eyes, spreading her legs and baring herself to him.
He moved above her, positioning his cock at her dripping hole. With wonderful pressure, he pushed himself into her, their eyes locked as they joined for the first time. She felt his fullness within her as she lost herself in the green of his eyes. He began to rock in and out, slow at first, but quickening as he found a pattern. She wrapped her legs around his, her hands grabbing at his perfect ass, fingers digging into the muscle. He reached down and grabbed her hand, first one and then the other, bringing them above her head and pinning them there. He leaned in and kissed her, and the light taste of her sex was still on his lips. Soon, though, she could not hold the kiss, as the pleasure became too much, and her moans needed to be released. He continued to thrust as he kept her pinned beneath him, her head lashing from side to side as he filled her to her core.
He finally released her hands, instead leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her body. He then flipped them both, rolling so that she was now on top. She yelped in surprise, but quickly sat up and began bouncing on his cock. He grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down as she rode him. Her breasts bounced wildly as she found the position that felt best for her, her clit grinding against his pubic bone. He let his hands switch between grabbing her ass to fondling her breasts. She closed her eyes, letting her head hang back. She drank every sensation in. His body radiated heat, and it burned her like fire. Every moan he made, every breath she took in like water in the desert. She could feel his eyes, watching and wanting; she opened her own to look down at him, his eyes brighter than she thought possible. She pushed herself deeper onto him, throwing her body at him. He captivated her, their eyes locked as they let their bodies merge.
With a quick upward thrust, he picked her up. He easily supported her weight with his huge arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The two of them locked eyes as they writhed against each other. He turned her back toward the bed, gently setting her down. He lay on one of her sides while pushing her so that they were spooning. She put a leg in the air as he pushed himself within her, and she lowered her leg. He reached around her neck, grabbing one of her breasts while directing her movements with his other hand at her hip. He soon began gasping with pleasure as her ass rubbed against him. His breath felt like magic in her ear, and his hand squeezed her breast with delight. As they matched rhythm, he bit into her shoulder with passion and desire, and she moaned loudly. It was heaven.
She could feel how good it was feeling for him, and thought he might never want to stop. However, he took her shoulder in his hand and pushed her over. She giggled, and he knelt behind her. The giggle turned into a gasp as he pulled on her hips, bringing her to her hands and knees. She could feel her desire searing through her , as though her bones were made of burning coal. She waved her ass enticingly at him, wordlessly begging him to dive into her deep recesses yet again. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her, feeling her wet velvet folds surround him. She was perfect. His hands ran along the curve of her ass, the bend of her thighs, the arch of her back; a bead of sweat dripped down her spine, accentuating the perfect flow of her body. Her hair still hung in cascading waves, moving like the ocean as he pounded into her. He grunted with delight as he plunged in again and again. The view of him diving into her, her pussy enveloping him was better than he imagined. Everything about her screamed perfection. He reached back and smacked her ass, a sharp crack filling the room. She cried out with pleasure as he spanked her again. He loved the way her ass felt on his hand, the way it shook when it made contact. He could feel himself growing, the need inside of him about the explode. His body ached to touch her everywhere, to fill her with his seed. He wanted her with every cell of his body, her beauty only increasing with every moment he spent with her. With a groan, his body seized and then released his seed deep inside of her. She screamed with pleasure as it filled her, his thrusts coming frenzied in the last moment. He continued to fill her, until his knees buckled from pleasure. He traced his hand down the curve of her spine, her hair soft and her skin like satin.
She lay in front of him as he curled around her. His hand traced the curves of her breasts and hips, his fingers still full of heat and desire.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered between gasps.
And she finally believed him.
***
Laura sat on the beach, watching the waves roll in and out under the moon. It was quiet and peaceful, the world sleeping as she watched a small light bobbing in the water. She wondered if it was Gabriel and Megan. She smiled at the thought of their happiness, and let the waves wash over her feet.
***
Megan woke to sunlight streaming onto her face. The large bedroom window’s curtains hung open, the bright blue ocean all she could see. The windows were open all night- someone could have seen us! She thought for a panicked moment before the absurdity of it hit her. They were miles offshore, so no one could have possibly seen through the open window. She giggled softly at herself as she rolled onto her side, looking for Gabriel.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked her, his eyes bright as he lay watching her.
“That we left the windows open for all to see. How long have you been watching me?” She suddenly felt self conscious, running a nervous hand to her disheveled hair.
“Not long. You are beautiful when you sleep. You look so peaceful and content. I didn’t want to wake you.” Gabriel murmured as he leaned over and kissed her. She began to kiss him back, but suddenly pulled away, covering her mouth. He gave her a puzzled look as she kept her hand securely over her lips.
“Morning breath” she whispered as she pulled the sheet up around her. He laughed, and caught her up in his arms.
“Ma chérie, I do not care about your morning breath!” his mouth coming close to hers. She held perfectly still as he kissed her softly. He continued to kiss her until she finally smiled and kissed him back.
“Can I go clean up now?” She scowled playfully at him. He pulled her even closer to him, as he pretended to think. She could smell herself on him, their mingled sweat from a night of passion still on the sheets. He kissed her cheek, his face rough against hers where his beard had begun to grow, then let her go. She grinned at him and tried to slide out of bed with one of the sheets.
“Where are you going with the bed?” he asked her innocently as he gripped the sheet in his hands. She pulled on it, trying to get him to let go so she could wrap it around her so he couldn’t see. He shook his head no, a mischievous smile covering his face. She sighed and let go of the sheet, deciding that if she had to go naked, she would go with style. She puffed out her chest, and set out for the bathroom. She wiggled her hips, and stopped halfway, turning to pose like a model on the catwalk. His green eyes glowed with desire as he looked at her, and she no longer felt silly, but rather incredibly sexy. The shift in emotion surprised her; she had never felt sexy like that before. Then again, no one had ever looked at her the way Gabriel was looking before either.
She quickly cleaned up in the master bathroom. She found a comb and smoothed her hair, some toothpaste that she rubbed on her finger for an improvised toothbrush, and ran some water on her face. She sauntered back into the bedroom feeling like she could take on the world. Gabriel welcomed her back into his arms, mussing her hair as he held her close.
“What would you like for breakfast, ma chérie?” he murmured into her ear. She turned to face him, their faces close enough that she barely had to move if she wanted to kiss him.
“Um, what do you have?”