I wasn’t sure when it happened, but I ended up on top of him, my knees on each side of him. He reached up and released my hair from the bun, watching, almost transfixed, as my waves cascaded over my shoulders. He gently tucked my hair behind my ears, brushing it off my shoulders, baring my breasts to him, along with his lion’s heart necklace, before I sighed as I lowered down.
I stilled on his tip, a low moan vibrating my chest, and he hissed out a breath.
“Fuck.” He sucked his lip in, almost rolling it between his teeth, then releasing it, he groaned. “Deeper. Take me deeper,il mia cuore.”
No matter how many times we were together, my body had to adjust to his size. I didn’t think forever would be long enough to stretch me that wide. But, damn, it was a delicious drop as I lowered myself on top of him, inch by thick inch. My hands andarms trembled from the strain of steadying myself against the chair, and when he took my breasts in his hands, kneading each one, then leaning forward, taking my stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard I thought my uterus was contracting, my body took over and I took him down to the hilt.
All the pressure ran down to my hips and they turned on, almost making circles around him, each sensitive nerve touched by his cock, sending me into a spiral of pleasure and sea air. Cool droplets of it landed on my body, making me shiver, as sweat dripped down my overheated skin.
“You are mine,” his mouth coaxed. “Own my cock, my wife. Ride it like the queen you are.”
I sat up, moaning into the feeling, my hips directed by his voice. It was deep with a rasp to it, and the way he punctuated each word, a breath in between, it was like he had studied poetry and could read it to the heart, making it flutter.
My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. My lungs burned. The pulse between my legs was greedy and starved, needing more and more, but my body was starting to approach a line—the line of surrender. He jutted his hips up and I gasped, bouncing on his cock like the dock was moving with the wild waves of the sea.
“Ahhhh!” I cried out.
“Ancora,” he ordered and rammed me again.
He was rolling his teeth over his lips, his muscles bulging against his skin, his veins swollen, and his hands were gripping the holders, almost white from strain. I was riding him, but he was bucking into me, and my boobs were bouncing, my ass slapping against his thighs. Leaning back some, I took his balls in my hand, and they overflowed, until I used my hips and knees to move forward faster, and I felt them contract, and at the same time, we exploded into each other.
He growled out, “Fuck!” A garbled sound tore through my chest, as if I’d been climbing a mountain but started to slip, falling, falling, falling, and at the last minute, I was able to pull myselfup—and was met with a flood of pleasure rushing through my body at the high of it all. I wasn’t sure if my heart could slow. Or if I was taking in enough air, even though it swirled around us in strong gusts.
He pulled me forward, and I trembled. He was still inside of me, and I was so sensitive, I moaned, about to orgasm again. He pulled out of me, and…I did. I quaked like the dock was getting hit by a series of attacking boats.
This seemed to please him. He made a deep sound in his throat and then kissed me, taking my breath for his own. Like he wanted to taste the pleasure that had flooded my system and drink it down for his own.
I was effing spent. I had no control of my eyes. My limbs.
The sea. The sun. Fresh dinner. Was a powerful combination.
And more than any of those things and all of them combined…
My husband was the most powerful of them all.
He drained every drop of energy from me, but when he would start to kiss me, touch me again, it was like my body instantly responded, the well either instantly filling or rising. I curled my arms and legs into myself, allowing him to bring me into his warm and protective embrace.
He smelled like…home.
Sounded like it too.
His heart beat against my ear.
I sighed out a breath before my eyes closed completely.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The sound of fibers ripping and plastic giving met my ears, and then we met the dock in a hard-hittingboom!Rocco must have known he wasn’t going to be able to save us in time, and he shielded my body with his own.I only felt the reverberations of the crash through him.
Even though he broke my fall, he asked if I was all right, hishands roaming over my body, maybe feeling for a broken bone or abraded patch of skin.
“I’m okay.” My arms trembled as I used them to sit up, staring down at him. “Oh my God!” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “Areyouokay?”
He grinned at me. “I am fine, but I killed the chair.”
