"You're beautiful." I trace the curve of her shoulder, the line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts above the plain bra. "I've been imagining this for days. What you'd look like. How you'd feel."
"And how does reality compare?"
"Better." I lean down and press my mouth to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse jump against my lips. "So much better."
Her head falls back as I kiss my way down her chest. I unhook her bra without lifting my mouth from her skin, letting it fall away to reveal perfect breasts tipped with dark nipples already hardening in the cabin's cool air.
I take one into my mouth and she gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders for balance.
Her nipple tightens further against my tongue as I suck, swirl, graze with my teeth. She makes a sound that's half moan, half whimper, her fingers digging into my muscles. I give herother breast the same attention while my hands find her hips, grip the waistband of her underwear.
"Ford..." My name breaks on her lips.
"I know." I slide her underwear down, letting it join the dress on the floor. "I've got you."
She's bare now, exposed, trembling slightly under my gaze. I take a moment just to look at her. The curves she tried to downplay with practical clothes. The softness of her belly, the flare of her hips, the dark hair between her thighs.
I want to taste every inch of her.
"On the bed." My voice comes out rougher than I intend. "Lie back."
She complies without question, settling onto the narrow mattress with her hair spread across the pillow and her legs pressed together in sudden shyness.
I deal with my remaining clothes in seconds, and her eyes widen when she sees me fully hard and straining toward her. I don't give her time to be nervous about it. I kneel on the bed and part her thighs with both hands, settling between them like I belong there.
"I promised you my full attention." I meet her eyes, holding her gaze as my hands slide up her inner thighs. "I always keep my promises."
Then I lower my head and put my mouth on her pussy.
She cries out, hips bucking up against me. I pin her down with one arm across her hips and lick her again, tasting the salt-sweet evidence of how much she wants this. Her clit is swollen, begging for attention, and I give it exactly what it needs. Long slow strokes with my tongue. Quick circles that make her thighs shake. Gentle suction that tears another cry from her throat.
"Oh god." Her hand finds my hair, gripping hard. "Ford, I can't..."
"You can." I slide one finger inside her, then two, crooking them to find the spot that makes her back arch off the bed. "You're going to come on my tongue, Sera. Then you're going to come on my cock. Then, if you're very good, I might let you rest before we start all over again."
She whimpers something incoherent. I take it as agreement.
I work her with my fingers and my mouth, building her higher with every stroke. She's so wet I can feel her dripping down my hand, so tight around my fingers that I can already imagine how she'll feel wrapped around my dick. The sounds she's making fill the small cabin, broken moans and desperate gasps and my name like a prayer on her lips.
When she comes, she screams.
Her whole body locks up, inner walls clenching around my fingers, her thighs clamping against my ears. I don't stop. I keep licking, keep stroking, drawing out her orgasm until she's sobbing and pushing at my shoulders because it's too much.
I pull back just enough to let her breathe. But not for long.
"I need to be inside you." I crawl up her body, bracing myself on my forearms on either side of her head. "Need to feel you come like that around my cock."
"Yes." She's still trembling from the aftershocks, but her hands find my hips and pull me closer. "Please. Now."
I reach for the drawer beside the bed where I keep a box of condoms I haven't touched in longer than I want to admit. She watches me roll one on with hungry eyes, her chest heaving, her skin flushed from her orgasm.
Then I notch myself at her entrance and push inside.
We both groan at the sensation. She's so tight, still pulsing from her orgasm, and I have to hold perfectly still for a moment just to keep from losing control. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
"Fuck." The word punches out of me. "You feel incredible."
"Don't stop." Her nails rake down my back. "Don't you dare stop."
