Starboard (Anchored 1)

“That’s fucking hot as hell. I’d love that, princess.”

“Me too.”

“This is fine for tonight, but I meant what I said. I want to date you, Christina. I want to be with you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.”

“I can get an appointment at the doctor’s office next week,” she says, and I kiss her, ending the conversation. Knowing she’d be willing to go on the pill so we can be deeply intimate is thrilling to me. I love knowing that soon, I’ll be able to be inside of her without anything barring us from touching completely.

Right now, though, I just want to be inside of her.

Christina pulls against the restraints, but I leave her chained to the bed as I move my kisses down her body. I kiss her neck and her clavicle and down her belly. Then I kiss her mouth once more.

“Are you ready for me, Christina?”

“Please, Zack.”

I don’t wait another second.

I slide inside of her, filling her to the brink, and we both groan at the sensation. It’s perfect. It’s incredible.

“I feel so full,” she whispers. “Full of you. Fuck. Holy dragons.”

“You feel amazing. Perfect.”

I tease my cock in and out of her slowly, wanting to make this last a little bit more. If it were up to me, I would come immediately, but I want to tease one more orgasm out of my girl. I think she’s got it in her, and I know I want to feel her clenching my cock as she comes undone.

Christina wiggles, shaking the nipple clamps. Her breasts bounce so perfectly as she moves beneath me, and I can’t help thinking about how fucking lucky I am. I’m the luckiest damn man in the universe.

I don’t know if I believe in fate.

I don’t know if it was destiny that brought me to Anchored or if the universe is just smiling on me.

I don’t know what it was that brought us together, but now that Christina is in my arms, I never, ever want to let her go.

We’ve both been through hell and back again. She’s brave, and she’s strong, but I know losing her husband must have broken her fucking heart in ways I’ll never understand. For me, going through my divorce was hellish, but it will never compare to her pain, but that’s okay.

We’re both going to be there for each other.

I can tell.

And it’s going to be incredible.

I begin to move faster as I make love to Christina. I watch the way she closes her eyes, but leaves her mouth just a little bit open. She starts to mumble, whispering about how good things feel, and I move faster and faster.

Her pussy clenches around me, and I almost lose it, but I hang on as she nears her third orgasm.

“I’m so close, Zack,” she whispers.

“Come for me, Christina. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come for me, baby. Come now.”

My urging is all she needs to fall over that cliff of ecstasy, and she cries out in pleasure as the orgasm takes over her.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I come, too, whispering her name, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my damn life. My orgasm seems to last forever, and then it’s over, and I just want her in my arms. I just want to hold her. I just want to touch her a little bit more.

Quickly, I unhook her wrists and remove the cuffs, kissing and rubbing her arms to make sure she’s not sore or tender. Christina smiles shyly, but lets me take care of her. For the second time tonight, I have the pleasure of making sure she’s okay, and I love that. I love that she’s giving me this moment. I love that she’s letting me Top her in this way.

“Are you ready for me to take the clamps off?” I ask, and she bites her lip, but nods. “It’ll only hurt for a second,” I promise. I remove the first clamp and immediately suck her nipple into my mouth to dull the pain. Then I repeat this on her second breast. Soon her whimpers turn to groans, and then I know she’s okay, and I kiss her on the mouth instead.