by Tania Beaton
“I get that, really. But you said that it was about me.”
“When I met you, Sis, do you remember?” Did I ever! “All the girls at school, all the girls since–everywhere I go, girls just fling themselves at me. Practically beg me, sometimes they actually beg me to do whatever I want with them.”
They did. I remembered it well.
“None of them hold a candle to you, Sis.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him.
“I wanted you. I wanted you so bad. It was always you. And it couldn’t ever be you.” His brow furrowed, “Look, it won’t do any good to talk about it.”
“It might. I wanted you too, you know.”
“Well, that only makes it worse.”
He got up and strode around the deck.
“Just seeing you makes me so damned horny, Sis.”
I could see that was true. He stood proud like the mast on the front of a galleon. “I’m going to have to fuck half the girls in the crew tonight to get you off my mind.”
He chewed the inside of his lip. I leapt up to stand in front of him.
My big breasts heaved and my nipples ached to be free of the constraint of my sheer black bra.
I said, “There could be another way.”
As I slid up against his big, hard chest, the beat of his heart pounded against my temple. His heat stirred against my hips and his hardness lengthened along my thigh. My thighs straddled his leg and I squeezed him. The torment burned on his face.
He was hoarse, “Sis, it’s wrong.”
My hand slid down his hard abs. “Isn’t it, though.”
The taut muscles of his leg flexed as I gripped it between mine. As I pressed my mound against the ridge of his thigh, a rush went through me and I had to cling tight to him.
My eyes were wet and my lips parted as I peered up at him. He looked down and the sweet taste of his breath drifted to mingle with mine. I pressed my arms, my breasts, my hips against him.
I raked my nails in his hair, felt around to the back of his head. I had wanted this for so long. His body here, in my arms and his strong arms wrapping around me, I pulled his face down to mine.
He pulled back. The conflict blew like storm clouds across his face. His rich, thick lips trembled. His voice was a whisper. “Sis.”
We broke apart at the sound of moccasins on the deck. Two of the minions brought canapés or whatever those fussy little pastry things were. He looked at the minions and they froze.
“Everyone go below decks and into their quarters.” His voice was like gathering thunder, “Everyone. No exceptions. Nobody allowed in the public rooms or on the berth levels. Not until you hear from me.”
They nodded silently and began to back away.
“You two tell everyone. Right now.”
They nodded again then silently turned and hurried away.
Then there was only us. Just him, and me. On a deck above the ocean, out of sight of the land.
I moved back to him.
“I don’t care about them seeing us.”
“Neither do I, Sis.” Finally he returned my embrace. “I want us to have privacy,” he said, “but that isn’t why.”
“Why then?”
“You know. You know what I want, Sis.”
And at that moment, I did know. The trouble was, what I wanted was what all of those other girls wanted. I wanted him to do to me what he did to them. But I didn’t want him to think of me in the same way. I would have to find another way to ask him.
Or maybe I should tell him. Perhaps that could be the shift that he needed. The change that would get me what I needed.
His strong hands held me and I was where I wanted to be. The fact that it happened also to be on a yacht was just a bonus. But him. I felt so close to him, like I really could get what I’d panted and pined after, all these years.
As I stretched up to nuzzle my nose into his unfamiliar beard, his pulse deepened and quickened against my soft, squashed breasts. The beat of his heart and the pump of the blood in his throat made me sigh and pull him closer to my body.
His hands came slowly, naturally to life. His breath, his lips found mine and I opened for him. Then, as our mouths joined and our tongues danced; our bodies knew the moment was here. We were free at last.
His still hardening length thrummed hot against me. My fingernails scraped down his shirt and straight behind his belt. It was too tight. I had to open it. As I dragged on the buckle, the heat of his eager cock made me wild to get at it. I kissed him again, harder, deeper.
His hands drug my shirt open. As soon as his hands touched my bare waist and stomach, I jumped onto him. Flung my thighs around him, squeezed and held him tight, and devoured him with my mouth.
For such a long time I had pushed these feelings down, kept my wrong, bad, nasty thoughts in lock-down. Now that I could taste him, touch him feel his hands on me, feel his skin against mine, now my body wouldn’t wait for me.
My breasts wanted to be out of the bra, to flatten on his chest. Feel his lips and his breath. I kissed him harder and he slipped. I pushed him down to the deck. You’re mine now! His hands gripped in my hair, pulled my mouth to his.
I shook my shoulders to be rid of the shirt and pulled at the clasp between the cups of the bra. He looked up at me from the deck. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as my big tits bounced free.
I straddled his stomach and gave him my breasts, one by one. Electric sparks crackled through me as he hungrily sucked on my nipples. My stomach vibrated inside as he pulled them with his strong lips.
He licked and sucked all over my breasts, lapped them underneath and shook them. My breath rasped as I smothered his face with them. I held his hair against the deck as I nibbled all the way down his stomach. I jumped and thrilled as his abs trembled in response.
My hand kept a grip in his hair and I reached the other hand to his buckle. His head lifted. I yanked it back down. I liked this game. A part of me didn’t even think about whether he liked it. I wanted this.
His buckle fell open and I unbuttoned his fly. When I had the front of his pants open wide, I stopped and panted at the sight of the soft white cotton with a hot mass of hard flesh that pressed up from behind.
I licked my lips. I jumped to kneel between his legs. The thickness of cotton was springy under my fingertips. I panted at the zinging pulse of his hot ridges. Drawing my fingers down both sides of his massive shift, I watched in wonder as it twitched and beat towards me.
I bent closer to catch his scent, to breathe his heat. I licked my lips as I drew the waistband of the cotton slowly down. My eyes widened at the marvel of body architecture, the fat girth of his hard man-muscle.
The tip of my finger stroked gently from the cleft of the wonderful head, all the way down the tight curve, down to the soft sac. As I repeated the motion, it jumped under my finger.
My body was torn, wild with desire and yet needing his touch. I wanted the delicious torture of foreplay to go on forever, to test, tease, and barely touch his skin all over, centimeter by centimeter.
At the same time, I was desperate to have him stretch and fill me, and blast me with his seed.
My tongue made the decision for me. As I licked gently up the center of his swollen shaft, I knew I had to have the tang of him on my tongue–between my lips and at least to the top of my throat.
While I began to swallow his cock and relish the mingle his scent and taste, his head lifted. I couldn’t reach to push him back, so I simply pointed. He trembled as he obeyed. As he trembled, he thickened. As he thickened, I sucked.
Drawing my lips rhythmically along his length, I sensed his pace, felt where he needed pressure and where he wanted to be drawn and coaxed. Wet suction drew him in. My tongue slipped under him and his dark taste made me shudder with relish.
I sucked gently in a slow rhythm as his slick bulb filled the back of my throat. His forceful response drove me on. While I sucked him, I wriggled out of my jeans. Then I slid his
down over his thighs, and off. I felt the warmth of his big thighs outside mine.
While I sucked his cock, I reached for his hands and took them. I stroked his palms and mingled my fingers with his. Then I put his hands in my hair. As the weight of his hands pressed the back of my head, I nodded.
He took the cue. His fingers entwined in my hair, and gripped my head. He pushed me harder, down onto his length. Yes! He shoved me farther down his thick cock until my lips met his hilt, until my tongue could touch his sac. Thin, sweet saliva gushed into my mouth and I held him in the smooth muscles of my throat.
His thighs and stomach clenched, and he sighed. He pulled me up to him, looked with something akin to wonder into my face, and then bit his lip as a hot glow came into his eyes. He breathed hard and held me against his body. I saw a fury come into his face. I pressed my tongue inside my lip and I nodded softly, once.
He spun me around and his hand reached under me. As his strong fingers took a hold of my hot mound, I almost folded over. My juices sprang to the fore and I gasped as my hips ground my hot petals into his hand.
“Yes!” I shouted as his fingers slid past my soaked panties, and past in between my throbbing lips. I leaned forward as his fingers teased around the hood of my bud. Tides of rolling sensation rose and swirled within me. My head shook and my thighs clenched.
I backed towards him, and pushed against the muscular control of his hand. He tore my panties and pulled my hips to bring my lips onto the head of his cock. My petals hugged him, and I moaned as he stretched me wide and his cock slid into my plump wet pussy.
He covered me, leaned over me, and his hands held my breasts as his massive mast plowed into my soaked pussy. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back, and his hard thighs slapped against my rolling buttocks. A shock burst in my chest as his hand landed hard on my ass.
My back arched and my fingers clenched as I drove back against his thrusts. His shaft scraped hard against my soft spot, high inside at the front and waves of sparks radiated through my nerves.
He filled me so hard, so much, so completely. His arms wrapped around me and we became one, heaving, churning, and beating through the rising storm of ecstatic pulses. He filled me harder, deeper, stretched me wider and I reared up, my hands clawed and my tides swelled.
He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, setting my nerves alight. His fingers traced into my mouth and I bit him. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned over me and I felt his tension rise. Veins stood out on his arms.
My throat was hot and tight, and I slapped the floor with my palms. My soft buttocks shuddered and rippled as he slammed into me, all the way up me. All my muscles tensed and flexed as he sawed in still deeper.
Within me a sea lifted, ready to brim over. His voice, a hoarse whisper, panted hot in my ear. “Now, Sis. NOW! Say it. NOW!”
“Balthazar!”
And my canyon gave way to the flood. Cascades of tension broke and spilled a torrent of thrashing orgasm. His hot, hard length pummeled me, split me wide open as the pulses swelled along the length of his massive member.
“Balthazar, YES!” I shouted, “Fuck me, Balthazar. Fuck me HARD!”
His balls swung to beat against my mound as his pump cannoned bolts of hot cum to beat against my chamber and coat me, slick, sticky and warm. Again and again he hammered me and spurted gobs of luscious love.
I reached back to lock my fingers in his hair and we subsided together, curled wet and trembling to the deck, locked around each other’s bodies. We were disheveled. Hot and wet, we nuzzled, wondered, and licked at each other. Our arms and hands stroked and soothed. We were two masses of a single being.
I stroked his glistening wet hair from his face and kissed his cheekbones. My fingertips grazed softly over his beard and into the cleft of his chin. He drifted into sleep and I planted kisses on his face as he dozed and I slipped away to join my Balthazar.
Three Steps from Heaven
