Sailing Away Ch. 09

I'm not sure what woke me first. The lapping of the waves on the hull, or the lips on my cock.

My cock.

You freed my cock yesterday. And now you were sucking it, sucking me awake. I stirred, looked down to you, but couldn't see much - you had your ass facing me by my left shoulder, and were nearly 180 degrees to me. You hadn't noticed me rising...well, my cock's rising, but not me.

I raised my left hand from between us, straight up to your breast, hanging down, nipple as awake and firm as my penis in your mouth.

You took your time. Slow, deep bobbing on my cock, followed by slow, twisting strokes of your hand as you rose, reverse, repeat. Ecstasy.

Feeling me tickle your nipple then squeeze it, you became more active in your oral; before you were trying to hardly wake me up, now you were trying to wake me up hard. It worked. I stroked the back of your head with my right hand, stroking your hair. My left hand continued squeezing your tits.

I was able to extract my left hand from between us, and squeezed your ass, gave a gentle playful slap (which resulted in a nip on my cock), and then massaged and rubbed it.

We had nowhere to be but here.

Closing my eyes I relished in your performance. You absolutely knew how to suck cock. I'm sure you've had lovers make compliments, and any who didn't were fools.

Hand moving away and deepthroating me, immediately followed by my low moaning. And back to your rhythm.

Adjusting my arm, I found your pussy to be soaking wet already. No point in leaving that alone - I may have to eat you all the time...but the truth is I want to. I nudge you to straddle my face, so that I may taste you as you taste me.

The waves lap on the hull, a different sensation as we're moored.

Your pussy drips onto my face, your arousal evident even before my tongue makes contact with you. Tasting you.

You bob faster, more intently. I wrap my arms around your waist, pulling my lips to your lips, parting the, licking you. Sucking and licking your clit and feeling you moan and slow your own oral efforts. When you stall, I fuck your mouth slowly, a reminder to keep going. I follow suit, tonguing your cunt.

The spasm claims you, forces you to stop your sucking, trembling. I focus on your clit, my arms pulling you to me. Cumming. And again.

You lift yourself off me and turn around to face me. I reach to you and pull you into kiss me, tasting myself, you tasting yourself, comingling tongues and scents. Love and lust combined. Relaxed.

I pull you to me, encouraging you to lie by my side. You run your fingers over my chest, down to my cock, back. An occasional stroke. I massage your scalp. We kiss.

Turning you away, I get behind you, pulling you close to me, my hard cock entering you from behind. A shallow gasp is emitted from your throat. A shake.

I intertwine my legs with yours, and slowly fuck you. There's not much room to move in this position, but I can rock my hips, and you yours, and it's just as good but different. One hand runs the length of your torso, hips, ass cheek, thigh, then returns just as slowly. You shiver under my touch, almost tickling, the sensation in your twat unabating.

One of your hands wanders to your clit, massaging. Rather than find this offensive, I find it delicious, you participating in your happiness, your sensation, and ultimately sharing your orgasm with me. I briefly reflect I've never understood why some men hate this so, why not have an empowered happy orgasmic lover with you? They cum more and better, and you get to share that. Fools.

I pull your hips into mine as you rub, an orgasm making its way to you. A few harder thrusts and it arrives. I bury my cock in your cunt as you massage your clit, and lean your head back to me. I kiss your neck, the sensations rolling over you.

I extract myself, and roll toward the foot of the bed then turn around. Kneeling between your legs, I pull you up to me, enter you. I pull your legs up so I may hold them, pressing them to my chest, rocking my dick in and out of you. You fade away, eyes closed, focused solely on sensations. I wet my fingers with your juice, and press them to your lips where you immediately suck on them. I slowly thrust my fingers into your mouth in time with my cock fucking you. Moans and tonguing. Neither of us has spoken; there's no need.

I love how your pussy feels on my uncaged cock. Such a treat. So incredibly hot and wet. And tight.

I slowly pick up my pace; not ball slapping fast, but harder than I was. You moan, and reach down to encircle your clit while I do the rest of the work, as it were. Watching you makes me hotter, your staggered rough breathing does too.

You know I'm getting close. As I'm about to ask "where do you want me to cum?" I'm stopped short. You already know I'm close. No words, you just nod your head.

I continue. It's welling up from within me. I feel that familiar tickle at the base of my spine, coming up through my shoulder blades. I continue, same pace, everything building, rising. You rub your clit, writhing, I keep it up, breath shortening.

Now.

You squeeze your cunt on my cock and that puts me over the edge, grunting suddenly, then stroking you hard, then bottoming out in your pussy, the sensations magnified. I feel as if I'm pouring out my prick right into your pussy, the whole orgasm unbelievably intense. Yours happens in parallel, rhythmic squeezing, rough harsh breathing, muscle spasms.

We finish about the same time, and I lie my head on your chest, kissing it, you rubbing my head in your hands. Time goes by, and I'm shrinking, letting my cock loosen from your pussy.

I nod off on your chest briefly, as you stroke my head. Soon enough I awaken.

"What was that you said?"

"I want you to eat my pussy clean."

"Gladly ma'am."

How was I so lucky?

As always, your pussy tasted delicious.