“More,” she whispered, as she held onto his strong shoulders.
“Always more,” he said, gliding the pearls across her wetness. She quivered all over, her body greedy, her mind curious as to what he planned next. Where would he go with the necklace? How far would he explore her body with this smooth, sensuous piece of jewelry that was turning her inside out with pleasure under his masterful hands? Eagerly, she waited for his next move, her body hungry. Then she felt the pearls more distinctly; he’d looped them into double strands, and was sliding them across her wet, eager lips, each strand caressing her most sensitive center. A loud moan escaped her, unbidden, filling the cabin. Then another as he dragged the necklace faster through her wetness, sometimes narrowing the distance between the strands, sometimes widening them, but always making sure pearls were rubbing her where she wanted them most. All the while he continued lavishing her breasts with attention, drawing one nipple deep into his mouth, then turning to the other to lick and kiss and suck. She threw her head back as pleasure pulsed in her, like blinding bursts of white light. It was almost too much to keep up with—her breasts being fondled by his talented mouth, her hot center being stimulated with jewels.
He kept it up, rubbing the pearls between her legs, then down to the outline of her ass, touching her cheeks, then back to her desperately needy clit. She was teetering on the brink, hovering on some new precipice. But she needed more of him to fly over the edge.
“It feels so fucking good,” she said in a breathy pant. “But I don’t know if I can come without your fingers or your tongue.”
“You can, Julia. I know your body. I know your arousal. I want you to come just from the pearls,” he said, his voice commanding, and sending a charge through her spine. “I know you can.”
“Then put them inside me,” she said, the words falling out more quickly than she’d expected them to. But somehow, she knew that was what she needed to gallop over the cliff she was nearing. She wanted to launch herself over it, fling herself down the abyss of pleasure.
In a flash, she felt him pushing several beads inside her, her molten center greedily taking the friction. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes, do that again. Please. Please, Clay. Please,” she said, and soon the word had become a chant—please—and somehow the repetition sent her tumbling into a delirious swirl of new sensations: his finger inside her, the smoothness of the beads hitting her tight walls, then the friction, the oh-so-fucking intoxicating friction against her clit as he rubbed one bead faster and faster. Soon, her belly tightened, her sex clenched, and her sounds intensified.
She could feel the orgasm start to crest. It was almost there, nearly ready for her to bathe in its glory.
He pushed the pearls deeper inside her, and she shouted his name. Then, mere seconds later as she hovered torturously on that hazy edge, he tugged the necklace out of her quickly. The wicked feeling of the pearls leaving her body sent her soaring as she shattered with a cry that she was sure the pilot could hear. She was equally sure she didn’t care about anything but the white-hot orgasm that stole her mind now as she relinquished all control, all rational thought, all of everything to her climax. This orgasm owned her body, claimed every single nerve inside her, taking her hostage in its absolute and pure bliss.
When she opened her eyes, she gripped his shoulders harder, needing to steady herself because she felt like she had no control over her body anymore. Like she’d simply sway because pleasure had consumed her, lapping her up from her head to her toes. She looked at her man, and his deep brown eyes were primal and hungry. “Get on me now, Julia. And put on your seatbelt; this is going to be a bumpy ride,” he said, and she obliged instantly, sliding onto his rock-hard cock. She inhaled sharply, her breath catching as she sank down onto him, never growing tired of the way he filled her. Only this time . . . wait . . . it was different . . . there was something between them. They both looked down at the same moment, their foreheads touching.
The necklace was looped around the base of his shaft, forming a makeshift cock ring. The rest of the necklace hung below, nearly, but not quite, touching the floor. He reached down, quickly tugging up the strand of pearls the other direction, trailing it between her breasts, but leaving it on his cock, stroking in and out of her, as he held onto the necklace.
“There’s a pearl necklace between us,” she said, enjoying the double entendre.
“I’ll gladly give you both kinds anytime,” he said as he thrust into her, his strong hips and legs guiding his shaft upward, deeper, harder as she rode him.