Colored flashes danced in my vision as Cini rode me, her nails digging into my chest. The pain mingled with pleasure and I was almost completely lost to it as she tilted her chin up to the sky and let out a moan that sent shivers of desire down my spine.
On the next slide down, Cini twisted her hips from side-to-side and my knot slipped inside.
Aside from occasionally gripping it when I touched myself, I had never paid much attention to the ring of flesh around my cock that signified my status as an alpha.
With my hand it didn’t feel any different than long, firm strokes, so the level of euphoria that the clutch of her cunt gave me as my knot swelled inside of her caught me off guard.
So off guard that I came with a ragged, shuddering breath, spilling myself deep inside of Cini.
‘It’s warm,’Cini commented as she stared down at me with a flushed face, her hard breathing making her chest rise in rapid jerks.
She hadn’t come, I realized as she gingerly shifted around, still stuck thanks to my knot.
Releasing the death grip I had on the netting underneath me, I brought my fingers to the swollen bud of her clit.
‘Too hard,’Cini gasped when I rolled it in between my forefinger and thumb.‘Try it like this.’
She brought her hands in between her legs to join mine and she guided my thumb in gentle, clockwise strokes around the sensitive nub.
I felt her quiver around my knot.
Sitting up, I kissed her, my tongue sliding along hers as I stroked her clit with even pressure.
Soon, she was getting close, her breathing growing rough as she bucked her hips as much as she was able to with my knot embedded so firmly inside of her.
I wanted her to come. To bring her pleasure the way she had done for me.
Breaking the kiss, I ducked my head and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it hard.
Cini’s arms wrapped around my head, holding me there as she came with a quivering whimper, clenching hard around my knot.
Once she had stopped shaking so hard, we fell back onto the netting and I wrapped the blanket around us as best as I could.
I was waiting for her to speak first once she had collected her thoughts, content just to trace the lines of her spine all the way down to the gentle curve of her ass and back up again.
‘Did you go sailing often with your parents?’she finally asked, sounding sleepy as she kept her ear pressed to my chest just over my heart.
The question surprised me. It was rare that I ever got the chance to talk about my mom and dad.
Elio’s parents had made it clear that I wasn’t supposed to talk about them. That they were the shame of our family, and despitebeing my biggest defender, Elio had still never wanted to make waves.
‘We lived on a sailboat for most of my younger years,’I told her, my thoughts shifting to sun-soaked memories full of light and laughter.‘My dad was the black sheep of his family and he found it was better to stay on the move rather than give them the chance to track him down and try and convince him to come back into the fold.’
‘Alesso told me that your parents had the romance of the century,’Cini said, a flash her brother’s face filling my mind thanks to the bond.
I chuckled.‘Only he thought that. Everyone else was pissed that my dad didn’t marry one of the girls that Amante Sr. picked out for him.’
‘Anyway,’I continued, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.‘We docked in Florida when I was eight years old and they decided to rent a car in order to take a little road trip and they didn’t pay enough attention to the weather.’
I closed my eyes, remembering how the storm had come out of seemingly nowhere. One moment we were driving down the highway, listening to one of my mom’s favorite Fleetwood Mac songs and the next the car was swerving off of the road from the absolute deluge of water dropping from the sky.
‘I had seen my parents sail out of the eyes of hurricanes, but some slippery asphalt and some hydroplaning was all it took to kill them.’
When I woke up in the hospital I was all alone for days until my aunt and uncle came with Elio to take me back up north and back into the life that my parents hadn’t wanted for me.
‘I’m sorry,’Cini said softly, pressing a kiss to my chest.
I shrugged, gathering her even closer to me as my knot slowly started to deflate, allowing us to get more comfortable.‘It was a long time ago and today you’ve helped me get those memoriesback. This was my first time on a boat in eighteen years. So thank you for that.’
