“Oh. Ohshit,” I moaned as she found the tight berry at the top of my sex and rubbed.
“You know how I know you need someone in charge of you?” she asked against my mouth. Her fingers explored me, farther, deeper, the fresh gap between my bikini bottoms and my skin meaning that the water was now kissing directly against my flesh, seeking and grazing everywhere that her fingers weren’t. “You’re rubbing against me like a cat in heat, even though I distinctly remember you riding your own hand to a writhing climax with your tongue in my cunt last night. That tells me you haven’t been taking care of yourself. That you haven’t been getting what you need.”
She gave me two fingers at once, and I dug my fingers into her shoulders as my core clenched around her, sizzles of ripe, aching pleasure rolling down my thighs and up to my chest. I was not going to last long like this.
“And you’re so fucking wet, Ms. Hayes,” she murmured. “Wetter than the literal ocean I’m fucking you in. It’s a good thing I’m taking over the care of this cunt, because I don’t think you can be trusted with it. Not with the state it’s in.”
“It’s yours,” I panted as she returned to my clitoris and started working it with firm, commanding strokes. “Oh God, it’s yours.”
“Mmm. And those tits? With their pretty pink nipples?”
“Yours too,” I gasped, trying to buck against her hand, trying to chase her touch.
“And that mouth? If I want to use it?”
“Yes,fuck, I’m so—”
Her fingers speared into the center of me again, and she shoved the heel of her palm against my clit so that every time she stroked, sparks of molten pleasure flew everywhere in mybody. My head fell forward onto her shoulder, and she said, “Uh-uh, Ms. Hayes. Look at me.”
I lifted my head. Our eyes were level like this, and so were our mouths, and she brought her lips almost to mine as she continued to fuck me under the water. I could feel her exhales against my lips, rough and short, like she was very, very close to losing control.
“It feels so good,” I choked out.
“I know. Give it to me. Show me how well you can behave.”
The climax ignited deep in my cunt, a rolling fire, an ocean of flames, licking and clenching and surging in hot, devastating swells. Krysta shuddered a breath against my mouth before taking it in a searing kiss, and the orgasm was everywhere, above and below, around her fingers and against her tongue, and in the restless embrace of the ocean, and oh my God, I’d never come this hard in mylife. And I didn’t want it to stop. I just wanted to be riding her hand for the rest of my days, feeling her kiss me like I was the last person on earth; I wanted this sprawling, messy, bossy sex every night and every morning, and I didn’t want the end of the cruise to be the end of this.
The end of us.
Krysta held me as the hot, slickening quivers peaked and then gradually rolled away, her kiss no less possessive for how limp and breathless I’d become, her squeezing hand on my backside greedier than ever.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she muttered, and then she started walking toward the shore, pulling her hand from my pussy and slipping her fingers between my lips as she did. I tasted salt and myself, and then as soon as we reached the shallow water, she set me on my feet and pushed me to my knees.
I landed on the sand, the waves just barely reaching us here, and looked up at Krysta, at the sinful cling of her wet whiteshirt, at her hands deftly working open her pants. The water swirled around my knees as she peeled the fabric down her legs and off her feet, and then she laced her fingers through my hair, tilting my face up to hers.
“I’m going to fuck this mouth now,” she said. “And you’re going to behave and let me use it, right?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
She guided my head to press my mouth to the wet center of her body. I tasted salt and need, and when I managed to lick inside her, my eyes fluttered closed. It was all her, all her sweet, earthy taste, and I speared my tongue into her cunt as deep as it would go.
“Fuck, I can’t wait,” she grunted and then tugged on my hair so that my tongue was on her clit now. She rocked her hips against it once, twice, and then ordered, “Suck on it.”
I sucked. I pulled the bud into my mouth and swirled my tongue, fluttered against the glans, let go to tease her before doing it all again. My nose was pressed against her damp gold curls, her hands were just controlling enough to make me feel incomparably filthy, and every time I sucked, she made themostdelicious noises. Noises I could get off to just remembering.
She came with a tightening of her fingers and a shuddering groan, pushing and pushing against my mouth, trying to fuck it as hard as she could while the pleasure tore through her.
She held me there for a long minute, breathing hard, and the moment her fingers relaxed, I angled my mouth to taste more of her, to run my tongue over the slick folds and wet opening to her body.
When I was done, she pulled my head back and leaned down to kiss me, unabashedly tasting herself. She broke the kiss, staring down at me, and we didn’t move for a long beat, justthere with the water and the moon and the thudding pulse of fading orgasms between our legs.
“More,” she said after a minute.
“More,” I agreed. And we gathered our clothes and went into the villa, where she pointed at the bed.
“Lie down, Ms. Hayes. Open your thighs for me and pull that slutty swimsuit to the side.”
