by Gabi Moore
“I’ll chart our course to Rome then,” he replied.
I laughed.
“You’ll chart our course,” I said, mocking him. “I didn’t know you were a sailor.”
“I’m not a sailor,” he replied. “I’m a SEAL.”
I raised my eyebrow at him and then patted him on the ass for fun.
“Well, that explains why last night was so good. You have a lot more stamina than the average Army Boy; I can tell you that much.”
“Glad you approve,” he grinned. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
“Once we get there,” I started to say, offering to explain how we might go about the process of navigating the politics required to secure our forged documents — but I was cut off by his motion toward me.
He looked at me with a smile and his eyes, and I knew what he was looking for.
I smiled and licked my lips.
Chapter 19 – Piper
My hand reached forward toward his cock. I paused and then walked away from him slightly. I bent over the rail of the ship so that he could take a good look at my ass. He came over to approach me, and I was able to show him my shoulders and my lips.
My eyes were focused on seduction, and my lips unconsciously ached to have his cock inside of my mouth. When I started this whole seduction process only moments ago, I was thinking about how much I wanted him to want me. Now, with his hand on my breast, and my hand on his cock, all I think about was how much I wanted him.
I moved back-and-forth along his legs with the weight of my hand, just so I could get a sense of where he stood in context to where I stood. I backed off, but only so that he could have access to my breasts. I want to see him work for it. I wanted to see him move into me like I was the only person that he cared about.
They say that sex and love are selfish and altruistic, and as I lay down there kneeling in front of him on the deck of the ship, I could tell that the issue was more complex than egotism in contrast to altruism. There were full ranges of emotion and desire that had to be taken into consideration. Some of the desires seemed to balk when you looked at him in any other light than the fact that they simply existed, and you ought to respect them.
I made the first contact with his cock while bent over in front of him. The first touch was no more than a lick, the second I brought them into my mouth, and third, I pushed my lips three-fourths of the way down the length of the shaft. He was so willing and peacefully receptive. Though I was taking him inside of me, it was clear that he was the passive one in that moment. I appreciated his flexibility in the matter.
I used my nails to scratch gently at the base of the shaft, holding onto the top of his shaft with my hand. I found that when I scratched gently at his testicles, he grew incredibly hard. I loved driving in wild like that. While I scratched him with my nails gently, I would break up scratching motion with the firm lick from my mouth. I wanted him to feel hot, wet, and secure. Then I want him to feel tense and full of agitated desire.
Giving a blowjob is not unlike casting a spell. I put my hands together in prayer position and worked up and down his huge cock. On my hands to send it on the shaft, my tongue moved in forward and when they rose up, my mouth came off of his head. I moved my hands to either side accentuating the motion with my wrists and my elbows so that I twisted his cock while I sucked it. He was totally and completely engorged. Even the most sensitive movements of my tongue on the tip of his dick brought a gasp of pleasure from his face.
He looks so beautiful. The tip of his cock, and about halfway down the shaft was red with blood flow. He was smooth, and he tasted wonderful. I want him to know how dedicated I was taken, so I gave him my head. I bounced on the length of his cock, rubbing it and twisting it with the hand well totally enjoying myself.
One of the most enjoyable things was playing around with a sense of pressure. I formed my fingers into an O-ring and pressed down on the head of his cock. All the while, I was scratching and petting pulling at his testicles. I was squatted in front of him, and he was leaning back on the central cabin of the boat. His back kept sliding down, because while I was sucking him off, he had very little control over his emotions. I wanted him to know what it felt like to give himself to me entirely, but this time, I wanted to be the one who is initiating.
I pushed down on his cock until the tip of his penis pressed up against the back of my throat. I wanted him to get a sense of exactly how far down he could go inside of me before I had to push and open to accommodate him.
The head of his cock was so tense. I pressed it on my lips, and then give him a break, only stroking him with my fingers, while my head traveled down lower between his legs to suck on his testicles. I focused on one testicle at a time and then moved forward again with a little bit of wrist action. I smiled while I sucked him off. I was like a woman with a toy, and all of the seriousness of the experience was gone.
"I'm just going to enjoy myself," I said smiling.
He reached forward and played with my tits, while I pressed on the head of his cock. I was giving him a pretty consistent hand job, interrupted only by periodically bringing his cock into my mouth. This whole time, I hadn't even flashed him my cunt.
That had to change.
Spreading my legs in front of him, guided his cock towards my vagina. He entered me, as I stared up at him. I looked so eager, and it's because I was. I spread my vulva for him, and he was able to see exactly how ready I was for his cock. I was wet, and we didn't need any lubrication to get going. He was fucking me on his knees, and I was on my hands and feet, pumping my body in towards him.
Sometimes, while making love, I feel the need to look my partner deep into the eyes, and connect with their soul. Other times I want nothing more than to objectify them, and pursue my own personal pleasure. I can't say that this time was anymore one than the other, as I shifted my focus freely between turning Tyler into a piece of meat for my satisfaction, and smiling up at him, appreciating the fact that the two of us were able to share this together.
"Oh," I moaned. "rub my clit while you fuck me? Yeah, you gonna fuck me like that, you gonna let me take your cock?"
I had given up on holding myself up with my hands and chose instead to lay back on the deck while Tyler fucked me. As he pushed his cock and me, my tits moved around in a circular motion. Felt like I was a battery, getting charged by his penis. The sexual charge was incredible, and I could feel it buzzing at the length of my spine. I licked my lips and held his hand when he reached out to grab my breast.
His cock was inside of me, but I wanted more.
I pulled his finger in towards my mouth and realized that I needed to have his cock inside of my mouth again. I pushed him off of me and got down in front of him as he stood up. I wanted to taste my juices on his cock. There is nothing more erotic than tasting my own cunt on the body of a man like Tyler. I felt like it was a mark. I felt like I had claimed him, and that the pleasure of taking my own taste into my mouth was a psychological reaffirmation of the fact that he was mine.
I wove my fingers together so that I could trap and press down on the length of his cock. With greater speed than ever before, I pulled and pressed down on his cock, following each stroke with an open mouth, and an eager heart. I smiled at him and gave him all of the fury of my affection.
Next, Tyler lay on the ground, smiling at me.
"You like it when I take charge?" I asked.
He only smiled in response.
I knew that he liked seeing me like this. Most men don't want to be dominant all the time; at least the well-developed ones don't want to be dominant all the time. A good man wants to know that his partner is his equal in every respect. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying.
I could've started fucking him again right there. Instead, I brought him close to my vagina and began rubbing the head of his cock on the inside of my slit. I press the head of his cock up against my clit, and then pushed him back down again. Each time he pressed into me, he almost entered me. The tensi
on was delicious.
Eventually, it was more than I could handle myself, and that's when I decided to take him inside of me again. This time, on my hands and knees once more, my motion was up and down on the length of his cock. I had a free hand available to spread my cunt so that he could see what he was getting into. I pinched my tit, and grit my teeth well he reached his hand out to push my clit against his thumb.
"That a boy," I encouraged, my teeth clenched in pleasure.
I leaned up on them so that I can balance on his thigh. I became intensely fascinated with my labia, and how they would wrap around his shaft. I looked down at the way the two of us came together well he stroked my hair. I liked watching him disappear inside of me. There was a visual appeal to the fact that I knew I was taking part of such a powerful man, and bring them inside of my body again and again.
If I had been a whore, I would've been great at my job. Fortunately for a man like Tyler, I wasn't a whore - even though I had all of the skills of a woman who knows her way around the sexual field. Fortunately for me, I knew how to serve a man, while ultimately serving myself.
I grit my teeth and breathed in heavily while staring at the open sky above the sea. As the two of us fucked, I listened to the sound of the ocean pushing on the bottom of the boat. The two of us fell into a rhythmic pattern which matched the rhythm of the waves. All of a sudden, we didn't have to try as hard. Things felt Tantric, as the two of us felt like our sex was simply an expression of the larger ocean. It was an emotional component to this transcendent, sexual reality also. I felt expensive and totally relaxed. If anything, syncing up with the waves like that was more than just a way to save energy. It was also a way to feel connected to something larger than myself. It was a way to let go of some of the pain that I have been experiencing, while indulging in an ecstasy that overflowed my emotional reality.
I moaned, while staring into the sky.
If someone had been there, anyone at all, there's no doubt in my mind that they've been turned on. They probably would've wanted to join, or they had been fortunate enough to have a partner with them, they would've probably started to fuck in the same manner as we had. The way that we were getting together was an inspiration compared to the majority of the other heterosexual fucking that I have experienced during the course of my life. Once you go transcendental, it's hard I would imagine going back.
Naturally, there's a time and a place for everything, but in that particular moment, I felt absolutely divine.
I continued to push myself down on top of him, indulging in the feeling of being filled up on the inside. There were ripples of a building orgasm just stored up inside of my core. I slowed down, even more than before, and lost sync with the ocean. His cock popped out from the inside of me, and I seized the opportunity to take him into my mouth once more.
I'm so fucking addicted to you, I thought, holding my hair back so he could watch me go down on his cock.
His hand reached out to grab my breast once more, and I smiled at him while popping the head of his dick out from my mouth. I gave his sack bit of a massage, and then experimentally flicked the head of his cock with my tongue.
“You stay hard for a while," I said, staring at his cock more than his eyes.
To give him a little something to look at, I turned around and showed off my asshole and my pussy. I squatted down to fuck him once more, but this time, I turned the other direction. I knew that he liked my asshole, and I wanted him to be inside of me. This time, I thought we might do it with a little class, and have some more classic sex before building and the kinkier stuff. That didn't stop me from spreading my cheeks so that he could have a feast in his eyes while staring at my asshole.
When you are a woman you have to think that every part of your body is absolutely beautiful and desired. The truth is that to your man, that is absolutely the case.
I wasn't working him with my vagina for longer than a couple of minutes before he started pushing his thumb against my asshole. The tides had changed, in a figurative sense. I got off with him, squatting in front of him and feeling absolutely wild.
There's something about being touched in the ass that brings out my more feral side. It's like all of the rules have gone away, and I'm free to simply be myself.
I squatted in front of him, well massaging his cock up and down with both hands. I used my own pussy juice for lubrication. I was soaking wet, so that was easy enough. Next, I raised myself up over him and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my asshole.
I was tight, but with a little bit of effort and some bouncing, I was able to slowly lower myself onto him. At first, only the head of his cock made it inside of me. As a matter of fact, he didn't go that much further right away. I wasn't in any rush. I spread my lips so that he could see the inside of my pussy while my asshole worked slowly down the length of his cock. Eventually, I was able to take his entire shaft.
While he was entirely inside of me, I took a gasp and appreciated the change in the scenery. Having something in my ass brings an entirely different change to the way that I see reality. Having Tyler's cock in my ass magnifies that sensation a hundred times.
I wanted to talk dirty to him, I wanted to do anything, but all I could do was lean back and thrust myself down onto him. I spread my labia wide so that he could see my pink sex while my asshole greedily devoured his cock.
"You know I can't get enough of you," I leaned in and whispered toward him.
My hips never stopped moving, and I had no desire to quit. Once I had inside of me like this, I wanted to work him until he came. I wanted him to explode inside of my asshole, and this time, I was determined to make that happen.
I pushed forward on to him, until I was able to sit on his thighs, and slowly raise and lower his cock in and out of my asshole. I moved to high and he popped out of me once more. I thought to bring him back inside of me, but I was out of breath and overwhelmed from between his two muscular thighs. I got a chance to take a look at his beautiful asshole for a moment, then he pushed his cock down into my mouth. In no way that I hesitate, eagerly, I began bobbing my head up and down below his cock. I was able to open my throat more naturally from this angle, and I freely took him inside of me and brought him back out again.
"I want to ride on top of you," he said.
I could see the hunger in his eyes, and so I turned around and lay down. He got on top of me, and I held my breast together for him well he shoved his dick between my cleavage. There was a burn on my chest, but it felt so good to have him next to me. I felt like he was fucking straight into my heart. The feeling was incredible because I wanted him to be as close to me as possible. I reached out my tongue, eager to get a taste of him, and then I think he realized that my mouth was a lot more fun than my tits.
Like I was performing cardio at the gym, I did sit-ups on his cock. I opened my mouth for him and smiled, feeling that he was about to burst. I opened my mouth wide and prayed that every single drop of sperm inside of his body would be deposited inside of me. One squared after another rushed into my mouth, and I felt the warmth of the fruit of his body inside of me.
I felt the taste of him bringing a life and energy to my brain. Getting a shot of Tyler's come was like drinking from the fountain of youth. After showing him that I had brought all of his come into my mouth, and swallowing so he knew that I had taken him completely, I smiled and gently sucked on the head of his cock until he collapsed to the side of me in exhaustion.
The two of us were covered in the sweat and dirt of our fuck session, and that’s when I got an idea.
“Fuck it,” I said, “we’re here, and we don’t have anywhere to be. Why not go for a swim?”
Even though he was in recovery, the mention of going into the water brought a bit of life back to him. I got up and brought the boat to a coast, and then the two of us dove into the water.
As the two of us swam together in the water, we found a bit of refreshment after our rigorous lovemaking.
“You r
eally know how to fuck a girl,” I said, spraying water at him with a flourish of my hand.
The boat drifted slowly next to us, and I laughed while he dove under water to tackle me, and bring the warmth of his lips next to my sex. Horsing around like that made the rest of life seem a bit more bearable. There was really no major problem in those few moments. It didn’t really matter that we had just been through trauma. We had found the delight in one another’s company, and that was just enough to make things feel alright.
Tyler kissed, and then proceeded to spray water in my face from his own powerful arms. The two of us chased each other throughout the water. I, having grown up the daughter of a fisherman had the ability to swim better than most. However, I soon found out that I was nothing compared to the athletic prowess of a SEAL. It didn’t seem to matter that I had already drained his cock dry not a half hour before that.
“You know, most men don’t have the kind of stamina that comes so easily to you,” I said, slowing down our chase to give him a sincere compliment.
“It’s a mixed bag,” he said.
“Looks pretty damn positive from where I’m sitting.
“You would say that. You’re well fucked, and still alive.”
That last one hurt, just a bit.
It’s easy enough to share a rough time with someone, and exchange words that are meant to be playful. Unfortunately, when two people are damaged, even in the slightest — which is the case for most people — the words that are used in jest can be hurtful.
A person may not mean to say anything difficult for another person to manage, but the reality of the situation is that when we share ourselves, and we have difficulties that have yet to be processed, there are issues that come up that both people must deal with.
At that time, unbeknownst to me, I had already given Tyler my fair share of baggage to deal with; I don’t think I could have helped it anyway. Understanding that Tyler felt the weight of the lives he had taken made sense on a logical level, but that was the first time that I had been given the insight necessary to understand how he had been affected on an emotional level.
