A Wildly Seductive Night(2)
His fingers roamed along her thighs. She trembled as he teased her. “I’m going to give you the kind of fucking that makes your knees weak and your bones shake.”
She trembled, her legs wobbling the slightest bit. “Like that?”
“Yeah, just like that, gorgeous. Just like that.”
He moved his mouth to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe. “If I were a gentleman, I’d ask how you like it. But I don’t think you want a gentleman.”
“You think I want a caveman, don’t you?”
“I think you want a man who knows how to fuck his woman. So get your hands on that railing, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
2
He reached his hand into her black hair, tugging but not too hard. There would be time for hair pulling another night. Right now, the clock ticked.
In seconds, his other hand traveled up her leg, seeking her heat then gliding across her slick flesh. A groan rumbled its way up his chest when he discovered she was bare, as he’d hoped. And there was nothing quite like her sweet, slippery pussy. She held in a moan and rocked into his fingers as he stroked. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, aching to find a snug home inside her. Oh, how he loved this sleek wetness on his fingers as he slid the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit, throbbing for attention.
His dick ached at the way her beautiful body responded to his touch. A quick dip, a sexy grind, a little rock back and forth—she was a woman who sought her own pleasure, who could ride his hand shamelessly all the way to her climax. Who’d let loose and let go, rocking and bucking and wildly chasing release. Fuck, those thoughts collided in his brain, and his blood rushed hot. Tension spread through his bones, and he crowded against her, his big body caging her in by the railing of the boat that glided around the tip of Manhattan. Waves gently lapped the hull, while on the lower deck the party raged on. Up here, he had a few minutes to fuck this woman on the deck of a yacht, all of lower Manhattan theirs for the viewing tonight.
He unzipped his pants, freeing his hot, hard cock. Rubbing the head across her wet folds, he pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing hard, then biting.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
In an instant, his hand covered her mouth.
“You’ve got to be quiet. You don’t want all of Manhattan to know you’re about to get fucked by a stranger you met on a boat.”
Moving his hand slightly, he let her answer. “Maybe I—”
But her words were swallowed by her moan as he eased into her, filling her in one smooth stroke. Her tight pussy hugged his dick, and he drew a sharp intake of air.
Fuck, she was heavenly. She was the perfect home for his cock, and she knew it.
“Love it,” she moaned, rocking back onto him. Her hands curled around the railing, gripping it tightly.
“I know you love it, woman. I can tell by how goddamn wet you are,” he rasped in her ear, shoving deeper. “How your sweet, hot pussy grips my cock. It drives you wild to be fucked like this, doesn’t it?”
“So wild. So turned on,” she whispered hotly, matching his rhythm as he drove deeper. He held her hips tight. Stroking in, dragging out—the friction between them was astonishing. They were an intoxicating combination of hard and wet, of rough and slick.
His dick filled her completely, and her heat coated the length of him. Pleasure crackled in his body, racing through his veins as he took her harder. “When I saw you against the railing, those legs that went on forever, those heels so goddamn high, I was sure you were the kind of woman who knew what she wanted. Tell me what you want. Right now. Tell me what you want most from a hard, fast fucking.”
“I want to come on your cock.”
Shudders wracked his body. “You have a filthy mouth.”
“I think you love a filthy mouth.”
He sucked on her neck and bit her earlobe. “A filthy mouth on a filthy, fucking beautiful woman.” He slammed into her, and she moaned from the punishing pace. “Now you’re going to get what you asked for.”
“I want it. Give it to me,” she urged.
He dipped his hand between her legs, rubbing his finger relentlessly over her swollen bundle of nerves, his own sensations intensifying. She was frantic and wild, and he was charging hard into some kind of rapture with her.
Lust slammed into him, and she trembled under his touch, her moans growing louder, too loud. He brought his mouth to her ear. “I said quiet,” he said harshly. “I can’t fuck you the way I want if everyone can hear you.”
He rocked deeper. She leaned her head back, clamping her lips shut like she was fighting to hold in her sounds as she writhed on him. Her pussy clenched, gripping him; her lips opened in an O, then a silent, beautiful climax shook her body, her shoulders trembling, her pussy holding him tight. She clutched the railing, taking all that he gave her. He gave her all he had, driving deep, until he came so goddamn hard in this woman.