Page 11 of Changing Tides

Plump pink nipples greet him.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He sucks one between his teeth and gives it a rough tug. I buck off the bed, and he releases it, licks it gently, and blows across it. It tightens to a hard peak, and he wraps his lips around it once more.

My hips start to rock into him, and as soon as I find the contact my body is searching for, I hasten my movement.

The friction feels so good as I slide up and down on him.

His mouth moves to the other breast and sucks it as I continue to glide against his eager cock.

When I can take no more, I reach between us and into his trunks.

He bites down on my nipple, and I gasp.

I wrap my fingers around him and pull him free.

“Give me your mouth, Avie,” he commands.

I lean in and do just that.

Our tongues wrestle as I continue to caress him.

His hand shimmies down and brushes across my core.

I bite my lip, and my body trembles as he slides a finger inside my bottoms, where he finds my entrance wet and ready, and begins to pump it in and out slowly.

His head falls to my shoulder, and I take all of his weight as I lose myself to the pleasure.

“Oh God,” I groan.

I release him, hook my thumbs into the band of his shorts, and tug them down.

He bears up so I can slide them down his legs, and then he kicks them onto the floor. Then, he slides my bottoms down my thighs.

He takes hold of his cock and guides it to my opening, and his eyes come to mine, searching for permission.

I raise my hips to meet him, and he slides inside of me.

It feels so damn good as he thrusts forward, picking up the pace and going deeper and deeper until he fills me completely.

My muscles begin to tighten around him, and I scream his name as he finds my clit and circles it with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure I need.

I circle my hips and move more urgently, seeking the release my body wants so badly.

My legs tense around him, and I begin to shudder as I get closer.

“Look at me, Avie,” he commands.

My head snaps up, and he watches as I lose the battle and shatter around him.

My cries fill the cabin and echo against the walls.

Then, he stiffens atop me, and his cry mingles with mine as I milk his orgasm from him.

It’s the guttural sound.

His head stays buried in my neck as our breathing calms.

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