She whimpered, a hot flush burning up her throat. But she opened her legs as the ship tossed beneath them and the hammock swayed.
She was magnificent. Hard muscles under soft curves. Her heavy breasts tipped by darkly budded nipples. He dropped to his knees between her spread legs, like a man falling at the altar of a goddess, lifted her breasts in his hands and took one pebbled bud in his mouth, running his tongue in circles and then biting gently. She gasped with pleasure as he trailed his tongue down the valley between her breasts, over her belly, all the way down. She was perfect. Pink and plump, with dark curls. A feast.
He dragged his hands down her body to her inner thighs and groin, using his thumbs to hold her open as he ran his nose through her slick folds and inhaled her, loving how her hands trembled as they came to rest on his head.
“Matt?” Her voice shook, and he pressed a soft kiss directly on her clit. She arched back, pushing the hammock into a slow rock, and he grinned against her soft skin.
He ran his tongue, hot and slow, down her outer folds, tasting and spreading, and then in toward her hot core, rewarding her with each rock of the hammock by spearing his tongue inside her and then back up to circle her clit as she gasped breathlessly.
“Matt, I….”
He growled, letting the beast have control in a wave of possessive want. Gods, how much he wanted it. “Shh. I love this. I love how you taste.” He looked up over her body and met her dark eyes. “I love how you feel. Swollen and hot and needy. Do you need me, Lucy? Tell me.”
She let her head drop back, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yes. Gods. You already know….”
He circled her clit once more with his finger before dipping it inside her, searching, curling, until he found the place that made her shudder, and then he lowered his tongue, flat onto her clit, feeling it swell as she groaned and twisted beneath him.
Then he started to move. Small flicks and twists of his tongue, a second finger, curling and rubbing against her rough inner wall. Breathing in the heavy, musky sweetness of her arousal as her hands crept onto her breasts and she whimpered, arching closer.
He lifted his head for a moment, letting his breath flow over her hot flesh. “Pinch your nipples. Pull them. I want to see.”
Her fingers closed, tugging, and he timed his fingers with hers, plunging inside her as he lowered his face and sucked her clit between his lips, enveloping that swollen pearl, thrusting harder with his fingers as the hammock rocked her against his mouth.
“Gods… Matt….”
He growled, letting the beast rumble through him, and she exploded in a rush of moisture, a hot flush spreading over her chest as she moaned, pushing herself down against his mouth, shuddering, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers as he milked out every last flutter. Every last shaky whimper.
He slipped from her body and licked his fingers clean before quickly stripping away his clothes, never taking his eyes off her. She lay, spread out and soft, breasts still heaving as he stepped between her legs.
He took his cock in one hand, wrapped the other under her buttock to pull her closer, and paused, waiting for her.
She opened her eyes a fraction and looked at him from under heavy lids. Smiled. “Yes, Matt. Please.” And then she added, “Matt, I want you to know, I lo—”
He didn’t let her finish. He slid inside her in a powerful thrust, and she gasped, her hands reaching back to grasp the top edge of the hammock and hold on. The position pushed her breasts up toward him, and she licked her lips, looking like the fulfillment of every dream he’d ever had.
TheStar of the Searolled, and the hammock swung, pushing them together, adding to the surging motion of his thrusts. He kept them shallow, building her up once more as he glided his free hand down her body and then back up to massage her perfect breasts and pluck softly at her peaked nipples.
Her breathing picked up, and her eyes closed once more as she moaned, arching into him.
He skimmed his fingers down her soft skin, mapping it, tracing it. She surrounded him, hot and wet and tight. And he fitted. Gods. How he fitted.
He thrust harder, sweat trickling down his back, but he held on, kept his eyes open. He wanted to remember. Remember her head thrown back, mouth slightly open. Her hands clutching the hammock. Her soft skin glowing in the dim light as her body gripped him, holding him inside her.
The ship pitched and swayed, and she undulated closer and deeper, then farther away, and then back again. She moaned again.
“Do you want more, Lucy? Tell me.”
“Yes, more. Gods,” she whispered as she pulled her legs up, opening herself even further, trusting him to support her.
It was too much. The beast took over, and he plunged into her, plundering her. He settled his thumb over her clit and rubbed in tight circles as he pumped his hips. Everything was her. And then she came, her whole body quivering as she gasped out his name again and again.
He kept thrusting, kept his rhythm, right until the end, and then he pulled out, against every instinct in his body.
He was desperate to pour himself into her. Desperate to stay inside her. But he pulled out and clenched his fist around his cock while his body shuddered, and he sprayed his hot seed all over her belly.
He caught his breath, head bowed, as he fought for some kind of stability. He ran his hands over her hips, up her arms, petting her, soothing her and himself. Grounding them both.
And then he stepped away.
