(Author’s note: This was written at the request of someone and for them, so a few details may be murky. Commander and Tink travel the waterways of the world while continuing to delve into their new relationship. Most would not put them together, but their sexual chemistry and attraction are undeniable. The use of ‘Cabin Boy’ was a private joke and not meant to be taken literally. Real names are not used.)
The Commander closed his eyes and tried to will away the headache that was beginning to well up in his head. It’s barely 9am and today looks like a clusterfuck already. I should have just stayed in bed. He turned his thoughts to his bed and the woman currently sound asleep in it, a smirk overtaking his face. Unexpected. So fucking unexpected.
The Cabin Boy (CB) aka said woman was, in fact, half asleep in his bed. She stirred and curled up with the blanket, missing his warmth and his skin next to hers. She did not want to get up–it would mean she would have to stop replaying the previous night in her mind and she was just not ready to do that yet. When she finally opened her eyes, they landed on her black dress from the evening before. Her body tingled in response, flashing back to that dress pushed up around her hips as she was bent over, his cock buried deep inside of her. I cannot wait for it to be there again.
The day was turning out to be not as bad as he thought. He resolved a few issues, met with members of his crew, but his mind was elsewhere. It was full of snippets: the click of her high heels on the cobblestone street as they walked to dinner, his hand resting on the top of her ass just ‘in case’ she lost her balance on the uneven walkway. The contrast of her pale skin against his blue jacket as she hooked her arm into his, so soft and smooth. Watching her hips when she walked to the ladies’ room at dinner. And her perfume–the cloud of Vanille Abricot that he swore he could still smell, even now. Standing on deck, his hands went instinctively to his pockets. He felt something in his right pocket and was shocked to pull out a black lacy thong with a little note. Since I wasn’t allowed to wear these last night you get to keep them today. 😉 He laughed softly to himself as her scent wafted around him. So fucking unexpected.
Her legs hit the floor—time to get going and not waste the day. She knew he had been up for hours already and felt a little pang of guilt. But she would make that up to him later. A bit later, after a long shower and some mirror time she felt like she looked finally presentable. Her toes were resting on the chair across from her, waiting for the crimson polish to dry. A book sat in the lap of her black satin robe, waiting to be read. She opened the book and read a few sentences but the words on the page blurred. Her mind kept drifting back to the night before and she smiled to herself.
It was the first night they were able to get off the boat and have dinner together. All he would tell her was ‘Wear a dress and heels’ and nothing else. So she went with her little black dress, the one with black lace and pencil skirt that she knew he liked. Black lacy sheer bra, with matching black garter belt. Sheer black stockings with a back seam. The lacy black thong was left in the drawer. She was hoping he didn’t remember their agreement about that from a few months ago. ‘The Cabin Boy is never to wear panties on our nights out’ he wrote her. She certainly remembered!
Just as she stepped into her heels, she felt his hands on her hips. ‘Allow me’ he said as he zipped her dress the remaining way and planted a nibble on her neck. The goosebumps rose on her skin as he knew they would. His hands moved to the front of her dress, cupping her sizable breasts as he continued nibbling softly. He looked up and into the mirror to see her eyes closed and her teeth on her lower lip. Her ass wiggled back against him–he pulled her closer, his teeth scraping a bit harder as he pushed his hard cock against her. She sucked in her breath but only pushed against him more feeling her pussy tingle. Finally, she could take no more–she turned around and kissed him, her hand rubbing his cock through his pants as her tongue teased his. His hands, which were on her ass, moved back to the zipper of her dress. “Don’t we have a reservation, Commander?” she whispered into his ear. She was right—he had been looking forward to this for days. “You’re killing me, Smalls” he whispered back as his hands squeezed her ass once more. “Let’s go, Tink”
A quick walk hand in hand along the cobblestones (a bit dangerous in 4-inch heels) and they were there–one of his favorite places he had found on his travels. Delicious and most of all–private. No crew members to hover over them. They luxuriated in this and simply enjoyed one another. She was asking questions about the boat and he was enjoying her interest and teaching her about it. He loved the way her fingers slid through his as he was explaining something. And the fact that she leaned forward doing so, the white cleavage popping out even more against the black of her dress. She didn’t realize it until she saw him looking and then looked down and back at him, her face turning bright pink. He laughed as he loved seeing that blush rise on her skin and he loved being the reason it was there. As the waiter came to take away their plates, she crossed her legs and felt the slick at the top of her thighs. Two can play this game, she thought.
“I just want to let you know I’m honoring our previous agreement, Commander,” she said as she leaned back, smiling.
“Agreement?” he asked, trying to remember.
“Yes. What we agreed upon when we were dining off the boat. Your request, remember?”
Request, what request? He was trying to think of what request he had made about dinner. He simply made the reservations as she had never been to any of these places before. Then it hit him. Those months ago–he jokingly said no panties when they went to dinner. Desire hit him to the core and he looked at her, somewhat in disbelief.
“I honor my agreements,” she said with a naughty grin as she got up to make her way to the ladies’ room, leaving him bewildered and wanting at their table. His mouth was half open, realizing what she meant. She remembered, oh yes, she remembered. His phone buzzed and he saw her name. She was messaging him? From the ladies’ room? He looked at the picture she sent. Just one word with the picture: Proof. He opened it and saw her ass framed by a black lace garter belt and those sheer black stockings. Fuck. Those garters, those stockings, that ass. And her pussy peeking out at him, the lips slightly shiny. She WAS killing him.
She put her phone away and leaned forward, putting on a bit more lip gloss. She hoped he liked what she had sent. She had packed that garter belt specifically for their first night out. Hopefully, he didn’t think she was being too silly.
“Hello my naughty Tink”
She turned her head quickly to see him standing in front of the door, giving her a wolfish look. She grinned mischievously at him, her head motioning to the pup tent now at his pants.
“I guess you figured out what I meant,” the naughty glint in her eyes twinkling at him.
He locked the ladies room door, walking over to her. His hands immediately grabbed her ass and pulled the skirt above it, so it was free for his hands to touch.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to walk through there with this?” he semi growled into her ear, his hands gripping her closer.
She moved her hips into him. “I think I may have an idea about how hard” she said into his ear as she kissed and nibbled his neck. She could feel his rigid cock pushing against her and she ground her hips into him. Good thing he was wearing dark pants–they were probably already wet from her juices. His fingers slid to feel her slickness, fluttering between her pussy lips. She let out a soft little moan into his mouth as he kissed her, making his cock throb harder. Seconds later his pants were unzipped and her little hand was firmly gripped around it. It was his turn to moan and he knew there was no way they were leaving this room without him fucking her here and now.
His mouth firmly still on hers, she ground her pussy against his cock. But he had another idea.
“Oh no, my little tease. You’re not getting away that easily,” he said as he spun her around to face the mirror. Scrunching down, he pushed her stockinged legs a bit further apart and slid his tongue in between them, licking her wet pussy lips. That sweet slickness soon covered his beard as his tongue buried itself inside of her. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out, the sensations overwhelming her and legs shaking slightly. His assault did not yield–he flicked his tongue across her swollen clit and slid his finger inside her tight little kitty. A faint ‘fuck’ slid out of her mouth as he felt her grip around his finger. His cock throbbed again, yearning to replace that finger. Not yet though, he wanted to tease her a bit longer. His tongue flicked and his finger teased and his tongue moved back to slide inside of her again, feasting on her pink flesh. Stifled moans escaped from her as she arched her back. Mmmmm now.
He stood up quickly and unzipped fully while he admired her alabaster ass in the air. His hands gripped those shapely hips. She knew what he was looking at and naughty to the end, she wiggled her ass at him. A grin spread across his face and he playfully smacked her ass. She looked up at him in the mirror and matched his grin, her eyes full of desire for him. He was more than ready to oblige.
His eyes never leaving hers, his cock slowly slid inside of her, filling her inch by tantalizing inch. So wet and so very tight. A low growl came out as his eyes closed in absolute bliss. He heard her let a out breathy sigh of pleasure and in the back of his head, was slightly relieved. She was so small there–what if he hurt her? When he asked her that before she simply kissed him and told him she was ‘small but fierce’, referencing Shakespeare. Good thing, he thought. I don’t know I can be gentle now.
Their eyes locked again in the mirror as he buried his cock fully inside of her now. She squeezed around him like a little wet fist, teasing him further. His hands gripped her hips harder as he started thrusting slowly, agonizingly so. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, perfectly meeting his hips, not sure how much more of this she could take. As if she could read his mind, she turned her head to him and commanded: “Fuck me”.
It was like he heard a starter pistol go off. Grabbing her hips, he drove himself into her tight little hole with no abandon. He heard her suck in her breath sharply and then a little coo of pleasure. That sound always made his cock jump. There was no way he was going to stop until they were both spent.
The Commander did as she commanded—and she loved every second of it. They both knew that it would be quick, but it didn’t lessen the pleasure of it. There would definitely be a round 2. It wasn’t long before he felt her pulse around his cock, her orgasm pulsing through her body, soft moans no longer contained. He loved hearing her cum, loved hearing her voice so full of sexual pleasure. The pulsing and her voice sent him off the cliff–he came hard, hips slamming into her as his breaths became shallow.
Her body was still humming with pleasure when she felt him lie across her back, catching his breath. She didn’t want the moment to end, he just felt too good. So good she could barely feel her legs. He was savoring the moment also, not wanting to move and burst this perfect little bubble. But he was very aware she was pinned over the sink and his hands were still gripping her hips rather forcefully. Regretfully he pulled away from her and helped her stand again. And took one last long look at that ass before pulling the skirt of her dress back down.
She turned to him and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
“I guess this agreement is staying in place, hmmm?”
“Baby, this agreement is permanent,” he said as he looked into her eyes.
The Commander had a few minutes, and he wasted no time making his way back to their cabin. It wasn’t that often he could sneak away, but he wanted to surprise her, even for a few moments. He could not explain their connection or the combustible sexual chemistry between them. And honestly, he had given up even trying. He just wanted to enjoy.
He very quietly opened the door to see her sitting with her book in her lap, looking to be reading and lost in thought. He was standing in front of her before she broke out of her trance and looked up at him, startled.
“Well, hello there! You scared me!”
“Penny for your thoughts, little Tink?” She was very much in a moment when he came upon her, no idea he was there.
“Just thinking about last night,” she said, smiling at him. She felt like she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.
He sat down opposite her and took her feet in his lap, rubbing them softly. He raised her right foot up to his mouth and kissed the instep.
“Me too, baby. And thank you for my little gift this morning,” he replied as he kissed the other instep. She wiggled–he knew her feet were ticklish, but it never stopped him. “I am sorry about the bruises though. You know I would never intentionally bruise you,”
She stopped him with a finger to his lips. “Stop. I’m totally fine and it’s not your fault I bruise easily. I love the way they got there.”
His hand moved up the robe and stopped at her hips, where he knew there were finger shaped bruises where he had gripped her fiercely. He rubbed the area where the bruises were. While he absolutely did not want to hurt her, he had to admit to himself that he kind of liked that his mark was on her. What was it about her that made him want to fuck her a rutting buck but also want to make love to her like she was a porcelain doll? The only thing that came to mind was pornographic angel. Tinkerbell fit her perfectly.
She took his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the knuckles. Then, looking at him, she took his thumb in her mouth and flicked with her tongue. He was filled with memories of Round 2 of last night and her tongue flicking the head of his cock while she looked up at him.
“You better get back to it, Commander, before I have to have my way with you,” she said, kissing his hand once more. She knew that he had a lot of work waiting for him. “I don’t want to keep you from anything,”.
He knew she was right–there was a mountain of paperwork that he had to go through before the day’s end. And if he didn’t leave now, he’d never go. He kissed her and begrudgingly went back to the paperwork awaiting him, knowing his mind would only be half on it.
Sitting at his desk, he started reading and reviewing and was able to concentrate for about an hour. Someone came in to talk with him and that took his mind away from her for another 20 minutes or so. When they left, he put his feet up on his desk and thought about his thumb in her mouth, looking at him. Only this time it wasn’t his thumb.
Round 2
They left the restaurant with little incident. The owners there knew him and pretended not to have seen or heard a thing. They had never seen him look so relaxed and they wondered if this animated and polite redhead had something to do with it.
He took her to a bar for an after-dinner drink–Scotch for him, whiskey for her. They sat outside together and enjoyed the people watching. She reached for his hand and looked at him.
“Thank you” she smiled at him.
“For what?”
“For bringing me here, for giving me this experience,” she said quietly. “There are other words, but they escape me right now. Don’t act so shocked!” she accused as his eyes went wide, then laughed. The only time she was left wordless is when she was tongue-tied and blushing from him complimenting her or when she was full of thought. Or after he made love to her, and she was limp from pleasure. Which he looked forward to doing shortly.
“No need to thank me. I should be thanking you for being the perfect Cabin Boy. My crew has said I’m much less of a boor since you have been onboard,” he intoned. It was true.
“Well, I do my best to keep my Commander happy,” she grinned at him.
As much as they enjoyed their evening off the boat, it was time to go back. He wanted to be alone with her, take his time undressing her and have her naked underneath him. Their excursion in the ladies’ room had only whetted his appetite, and hers as well. She wanted his skin against hers and she wanted to have his mouth on hers while he was deep inside of her.
Tucked back into their cabin, she took off her watch and necklace and laid them on the dresser. Before she could turn around, he was behind her to unzip the dress he had zipped up hours earlier.
“Déjà vu” he whispered as he kissed her neck in the same spot but unzipping the dress now. It fell into a pool at her feet as the goosebumps covered her skin. He turned her around and looked at her up and down, making her slightly nervous.
“I have been wondering all night which bra you had on under that dress, Tink,” he said softly as he gazed at the sheer lacy bra, her nipples hard and jutting out. Waiting for his mouth. Her stomach flip-flopped as he continued staring. She mock curtseyed, as well one could while being basically naked.
“Thank you, Commander. I chose it with you in mind.” She looked up at him with that naughty grin that he loved.
He moved closer to her and unhooked said bra, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor, where it looked much better. He kissed her deeply, his hands touching her soft skin all over as he inhaled her scent. She in turn wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. She wanted his skin against hers and pulled him closer so that he was against her, softly scratching his back and moving lower as she kissed him back. She felt the vibration of him mmmmm-ing into her mouth as she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, his chest hair tickling her breasts and making her nipples harder, if that was even possible. They were little pink points of sensitivity. His hands went to them and his palms rubbed across them, making her shiver with pleasure. He had been teased with their promise the entire evening, staring at him from across the table. Now he was going to savor them.
He pulled her towards the big leather chair that he liked to sit and read in, her legs straddling his. Kissing the white skin of her neck, trailing down to those perfectly hard and now bright pink nipples. He licked each one slowly, letting the cool air tease them. Then he warmed them with his mouth, his tongue languishing over them as his teeth gently nibbled. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a ragged sigh. His mouth sucked a bit harder while he softly pinched its mate, taking turns with each. Her hips moved unconsciously against him, as her little moans and sighs echoed through their room. His most favorite soundtrack ever. His cock seemed to have his own ears as it strained against his pants. So close but so far away. He longed to be deep inside that pink little pussy, but he had to find out something first.
His mouth and hands were relentless, and she felt like molten lava inside. It seemed like he would never stop, nor did she want him to. She didn’t need to be touched to know how wet she was, the waves of pleasure he was inflicting were doing a magnificent job. He had both of his hands on her now, each hand pulling gently on her nipples. She bit down on her lip, a short line between pleasure and slight pain blurred. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and she arched her back. A small bead of sweat was running between her breasts and put his mouth to it to taste her skin. Quickly his mouth fastened on her nipple again, sucking and flicking with his tongue. He moved to other with the same intensity and her breathing became faster, her moans matching the pace. His hands grabbed both of her tits, so much more than a handful, and he held them together as much as they would allow. His tongue flicked her nipples almost simultaneously as he felt her hips writhing against him with urgency. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as the message was received. He took her nipple into his mouth once more, and sucking and nibbling with a bit more force, his other hand pinching with the same force.
Her body became taut and her hands were little fists. He stopped for a moment, looking at her to make sure he wasn’t being too rough. Her head was thrown back, her breathing ragged. She arched her back towards him.
“Please don’t stop!”
With intensity, he answered her plea and within seconds she was shaking as she came, her moans low with passion. He almost came in his pants watching her, watching the orgasm wrack her body with its strength. He had no idea until today she could cum that way, just by her breasts alone being teased and tantalized. What a delicious surprise! Unexpected. So fucking unexpected.
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, wide-eyed. She felt both invigorated and languid. Suddenly she felt a bit shy, but she didn’t know why.
“You never told me about this,” he said teasingly, his hands settling in the curves of her waist.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t think about it,” she looked down and was very aware she was naked except for her garters and stockings. But he still had his pants on. That would need to change very soon. He tipped up her chin to look at him.
“Don’t ever apologize for that. That was amazing!”
She turned slightly pink and leaned down to kiss him.
“I think you had something to do with that, Commander,” and with that, she slid down to her knees between his legs. Within seconds, his pants were a puddle at his feet and her tongue licking his cock. She looked up at him as her tongue flicked the underside of the head, fluttering madly like wings. His eyes closed for a second in bliss but he didn’t want to keep his eyes from her. He watched her red head move lower with her tongue to his balls, lapping gently. Her right hand was on his cock, gently teasing and jerking it.
Moving her focus upwards, she enveloped his cock with her warm and wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Her head bobbed up and down slowly, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. Her fingers floated back down to his balls, her fingers touching lightly around them, fingernails gently scratching underneath as her mouth started to move a tick faster. She heard a choked moan from him and if there was a way to smile with his cock filling her mouth, she did. She looked up at him as her mouth sucked a bit more, tongue flicking, her right hand moving in unison with her mouth. Her nipples puckered a bit more, so turned on by him in her mouth and his reaction. Watching her, his hand moved down and rubbed her nipple with his thumb. He watched as her eyes closed but she did not stop. She relished his cock like her favorite ice cream cone, licking and sucking. She simply enjoyed pleasuring him.
And while he in turn enjoyed the talents of that little pink mouth, he knew when he came he wanted to be inside of her and looking into her eyes. She was making it extremely hard (no pun intended) for him to pull away from her.
She knew he had that look in his eye, the impatient one she had come to learn. The one he gave her when they were in a crowded bar and he came behind her and nibbled on her neck, his cock pressing into her ass. The look he gave her when she sat next to him when they were out, and her hand was rubbing his cock through his pants underneath the table. She knew that look very well, and she was more than ready.
He helped her up and kicked his pants to the side, fully naked now. Their king-sized bed was already turned down and he laid her back on it, taking her ankles and resting them on her shoulders, kissing the top of her foot through her seamed stockings. As much as he loved taking her from behind, he wanted to look at her face as his cock made its way into her tight kitty. Her eyes opened a bit wide as his rock-hard cock pushed inside of her, filling her to the brim. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “Mmmmmmm, you feel so good,” she whispered.
With her ankles at his neck, he was able to get a bit deeper. Gods above, she was so wet! His hips thrusted gently at first, always wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. She looked up at him wantonly and when he drove himself into her a bit harder her eyes closed, and she exhaled with a long mmmmmmmm.
Emboldened by her pleasure, he moved even closer and her ankles were wrapped around his neck as he leaned towards her. She reached for his hands and linked her fingers in his, allowing him to more leverage to tease her by pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. His positioning left her walls of her pussy almost massaging the head of his cock every time he drove back into her. Her fingers tightened in his and he was lost looking at her face and her body, reveling in their lovemaking. A faint blush covered her bare skin of her chest, her breasts bouncing with each time he thrusted into her. Her taut nipples were a darker pink from his mouth on them earlier. And as corny as it sounded, her eyes reminded him of the ocean tonight. A dark bluish green with depths he wanted to explore further.
Her eyes stared into his. She had given up trying to decipher the hold he had on her–she just knew she didn’t want it to end. Their bodies moved together as if they were perfectly tuned instruments made to make a masterpiece. She wanted him next to her and moved her legs from his neck to wrap around him. The strength of her legs always surprised him, especially when she pulled him toward her. He fell on top of her, his arms breaking his fall as not to crush her.
She reached up with her head and nibbled on his lower lip, her hands scratching softly on his back. He moaned into her mouth, loving that she knew where his weak spots were and always, always wanted to pleasure him. He grabbed her leg and held it in the air as he pushed and thrusted inside of her, his tongue teasing hers. His mouth moved to her nipples and caught one between his teeth as she cried out. He knew exactly what he was doing to her–assault on multiple fronts. A girl could only take so much!
Looking down at her, he could feel her hips meeting his every time, urging him on. He bent to whisper in ear: “Cum for me, my little Tink. Cum for me,”. She loved his voice, especially now as he made his demand to her. He wanted her to let go–he wanted to cum with her and ride her orgasm. He kissed her once more as her body started to shudder softly underneath him, knowing he could not take much more himself. Her first little panting moan in that sensual voice was like the first domino falling–he just had to hear it and he was done for. He came with a burst of force and satisfying pleasure, deep inside of her, alternating between a growl and a moan as he filled her. At the same time, she instinctively pulled him closer as she came with similar force with a series of jagged cries, her breath trying to keep up with her body. There was a reason the French called it ‘la petite mort’–the little death. They both felt like they could die now and not have a care in the world.
It seemed like forever until either of them moved again. They were both spent, blissfully so. He moved so that he was next to her, and she curled up next to him, her head on his chest. Before they both drifted off into a deep sleep, she kissed him and said what she said every night: “Sweet dreams, Commander”
The day did not end well for the Commander. He thought it was looking up, but a flurry of last-minute issues came his way towards the end of the day. All stupid things, but all things that required his attention. He was wiped out and was ready for a drink.
The Cabin Boy already knew this and had planned accordingly. Amid her day, she talked to someone on the crew, who had intimated to her that the Commander’s day was going downhill. She was a teeny bit nervous, but she thought he would like what her plans were.
He came into their suite, somewhat frazzled at the edges. He didn’t see her when he came in and wondered where she was? Her presence always helped to calm him. She came out of the bathroom, still wearing her robe from earlier. Smiling up at him, walking barefoot.
“Hello, handsome,” she said as her arms went around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed her ass as he kissed her back, feeling that she had something on under that robe. Hmmmmm.
“Come with me, please,” and she led him to his favorite leather chair. “I heard you had kind of an awful day. Sit,” she said as she pushed him back gently into his chair. He noticed she had poured a Scotch for him. Sitting gently on his lap, she unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons and kissed his neck, taking her time. He felt his body releasing the tension of the day. Sometimes he wondered if she was a little enchantress with her wiles–they all made him feel wonderful.
“Just sit back and enjoy,”
She stood back up and allowed her robe to fall. She wore a sheer black fishnet chemise. It clung to her curves and stopped just below her ass. He motioned for her to turn around and she did so, knowing he always wanted to see her ass in anything she wore. She laid out a blanket onto the floor. He raised his eyebrow at her, wondering what she was up to.
“So, I thought about sending you a video today as I heard your day was not going so well. But then I figured, why send you a video when I can give you a live show?”
He leaned forward, almost dropping his drink. His day had changed in an instant. She forgot her nerves as she knelt onto the blanket.
“I was thinking about last night all day today and I so wanted to touch myself,” she said as she looked at him. “I was just so turned on remembering our evening. You fucking me in the ladies’ room,” she said as her hands moved up and down her body slowly. “Do know how hard I came? So hard!” She tingled inside, seeing their bodies together at that point. Her hands moved to her breasts as she circled her hard nipples with her fingers, eyes closing briefly. “I was so happy you remembered our agreement,” she grinned as she pulled up her dress and opened her legs a bit more.
He was fairly sure all the blood in his body was in his cock at this point it was so hard. So fucking unexpected.
She looked at him coquettishly as she rubbed the insides of her thighs, prolonging the moment he was waiting for. Finally, her hand went to her clit and rubbed over it lightly, making her shiver a bit as she did so, eyes closing. He felt like he shivered just watching her. A mix of nerves and excitement heightened every touch. Her finger moved lower and in between those smooth and now shiny lips. He was looking at her finger but was also enjoying the naked pleasure on her face. As her finger slid inside, she closed her eyes. This is where she got a bit self-conscious but was too turned on to let it stop her. As her finger moved in and out of her wet pussy slowly, her other hand rubbed around her breast, teasing her nipple. It was the Commander’s turn now to bite his lip in anticipation. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. She arched her hips up to give him a better view.
“All day long I teased myself as I replayed last night. In the shower this morning, getting ready, doing my toes….” and with that she slipped another finger inside herself, legs a bit further apart. He could see just how wet she was as she finger fucked herself and let out a low mmmmmmmmm. A huge part of him wanted to end this erotic torture right now and just take her right on the floor. But he also wanted to see how far she would get before one of them cracked.
“Thinking of your cock inside of me makes me so wet, Commander. You have no idea,” she breathed as her fingers moved a bit faster. She leaned back on one arm, so her legs were wider apart, her wetness more on display for him. Her fingers rubbed over her clit and a soft ‘oooooh’ emoted from her. She was breathing faster, her breasts rising and falling as her fingers glided back inside of her pussy. Now he could hear how wet she was too. Fuck. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. And he fucking loved it.
She pulled the top of the chemise down, exposing the creamy skin he longed to be touching. Her hands rubbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Cupping her right breast, she lowered her head and her tongue snaked out to lick her nipple. While she looked right at him. She did the same with her left breast. He was not a religious person by any means, but he thanked whatever deity was out there that made big tits, especially hers! He felt rooted to that spot with desire. His cock jumped watching her tongue swirl around her nipple, precum wetting his briefs.
In the end, she was the one who cracked first. His watching her was so much more of turn on than she had anticipated. Her body was aching for him now and that was it–she had to have him. In a moment she was up and between his legs, unbuttoning his pants to free his so stiff cock. As it popped free, she caught it in her hand and licked it from bottom to top, where the head was now almost purple. She took the head into her mouth, sucking softly as she stood up. There was a slight pop as she lifted her head to kiss his mouth. He kissed her with a hunger that had been welling up since he opened the door to their stateroom, pulling her onto his lap. She tasted the Scotch in his mouth as she straddled his legs, his cock rubbing insistently against her.
No time was to be wasted—her need for him was fervent. Her hand guided his cock to her kitty, and she sunk down on it as it filled her, their moans in unison. She loved riding him this way, he filled her full of his hardness in every spot. Her arms were around his neck and his hands on her hips as she started moving. She felt like tight liquid inside, so wet but like a little vise grip holding his cock while her hips rode him. His mouth moved to her breasts, wanting to taste where she had tasted earlier. Mine, he thought as he suckled gently. Everything built up in her from earlier came bursting out of her as she came quickly and with a vigor that took her breath away. It only made her hungry for more. And it made him just want to give it to her, as much as she wanted to take.
She recovered quickly and leaned down to nibble on his neck, her hips grinding slowly against him. Her coos and moans of pleasure in his ear were making him crazy, and her tits were pressing against him and rubbing with the rhythm of her hips. “You feel so fucking good inside me,” she whispered as her pace increased slightly, as if to tease him. His hands moved from her hips to her ass as he thrust up further inside of her. She bit her lip as she squeezed around him, making him groan gutturally. That little pussy was going to milk him dry.
Time seemed suspended around them. Their only focus was on each other. She always joked she would ride him like her own pony and damn if she were not true to her word. Her hips bobbed up and down on his cock, her tits bouncing in his face, nipples almost brushing his face. His hands grabbed for them, and she put hers on top, pressing his into her skin. Riding him harder. She assailed every one of his senses and sensibilities.
Her back arched and her head was thrown back in bliss. He knew then if there was ever a perfect figurehead for a ship it was in front of him now. His thumbs rubbed her taut nipples and she sucked in her breath, pussy tightening around him. What was it about him that made her feel like a naughty goddess come to life?
He knew she was on the verge of orgasm and wanted to see her cum again before he would allow himself to fill her with his own. His thumb moved gently to her clit–he knew how sensitive it was, especially after she came the first time. He very lightly rubbed around it, teasing her. Then, like a light breath, his thumb brushed across her clit. Her body felt electrified, and she exhaled with a long ooooooooooooh. Music to his ears.
Her hips rode him faster and harder as he surrendered to her pleasure. She looked into his eyes and then a second later hers closed as she breathed out something between a sigh and a moan. He did not know what to call it, only that he absolutely loved hearing her make that sound. She did it again as her pussy tightened around him in pulsating rhythm, bliss taking over her body. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” he rasped as her hips crashed down onto him.
He felt like he saw stars as he exploded inside of her, feeling his entire body hum. He sat up and held her to him while her hips still rode, his head on her breast. Their sounds of pleasure intermingled—her sighs and his moans, both panting with fulfilled desire. His arms were still holding her tightly and she stroked his face softly. Neither of them wanted to move and break the spell.
She realized she was probably crushing him and went to raise her hips. He hated her moving but he did not want her to be sore later. Well, a little sore was okay. 😉
Her lips covered his as she pulled him up and removed what was left of his shirt hanging from his wrists.
“Is your day going a bit better now, Commander?” she asked him, ever the naughty girl that he adored. He led her over to the oversized shower and turned it on.
“The night is still young, my naughty Tink,” he smirked as he kissed her. So fucking unexpected.