Page 74 of Taming Scarlet

What’s more, he let me, as he pushed the robe off of my shoulders, then reached behind me to untie my bikini top, before pulling that off of me as well.

The cool air nipped at my skin as the yacht charged ahead faster than before.

But the heat that was unfurling inside chased the chill away as Julian’s hands covered my breasts, squeezing, then moving away to roll my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, before, finally, leaning me back to suck a peak into his mouth. Then the other.

A grumble escaped me at the need for more, at the aching emptiness inside.

Julian’s hands slid down my sides, teasing over my ribs, then going to my hips, working the knots free on each side, then reaching between us to yank the material away.

My own hands were greedy then, reaching down to work his belt free, then his button and zipper.

He didn’t stop me as I reached inside to free his cock.

It was only when I tried to lift up, tried to take him in, that he suddenly grabbed me, holding me as he got to his feet, then walking me over to the railing.

My back crushed to the cold metal bars.

But the shock of it was fleeting as he shifted his hips, making his thick, hard cock glide against my cleft.

“Drenched for me,” he groaned into my ear as he kept rocking, getting his cock slick as his lips met my neck, creating little shivers of pleasure.

“Julian, please,” I begged, my legs tightening around his hips, trying to use my muscles to shift up enough to slide down on him.

“You want my cock, pet?” he asked, voice deep.

“Yes,” I cried as the head of his cock teased my clit over and over.

Julian pulled back, gaze on mine as he shifted, then surged inside of me, making me take every thick inch of him in one movement.

The sound that escaped me was almost a cry I was so overwhelmed with relief at him finally claiming me, making me completely his.

“Oh, fuck, pet,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to mine as he took a deep breath, like he was just as overwhelmed as I was. “Feel how fucking perfect you are for me?” he asked as he pulled back to look down at me as his cock slid halfway out, then all the way back in.

There were no words after that, both of us too lost in the moment, in the sensations, in the feel of him inside of me, the way our breathing quickened and our bodies moved in sync.

“There you go,” he said as my pussy tightened around his cock. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

Just like that, the orgasm shot through my body, coursing through every nerve ending, making my vision flicker white at the intensity.

By the time I came back down, my legs were shaking.

Julian was still rock-solid inside of me.

His hands moved off of my ass, guiding me back to my feet, then turning me, pressing my front against the rails, then grabbing my hips, so he could glide back inside of me.

The rumbling sound that moved through him as he settled deep again.

His hands slid around and up, teasing my breasts until I was writhing against him, somehow just as needy as I’d been before the orgasm a moment before.

He started to move again.

Harder and faster this time.

His hand slid up my back, sifting into my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulling hard.

The pain across my scalp had my walls tightening around his cock as he fucked me.

My whimpers became moans as he drove me up.