Page 18 of Captain's Companion

“Are you sure,” he asked.

She kicked her shoes off. “We have to take care of your little friend,” she said. “I really want him doing what he does best.”

“Computer, set alarm for one hour,” he said as he stepped into their bedroom.

“Better set a second one,” she said. “Didn’t it take three?”

“Computer set alarm for one and a quarter hour, and ninety minutes,” he growled as she took his shirt off.

“Why do you smell so good,” she asked. She leaned in, kissed his neck, sucked in one of his nipples. “I feel all nervous and then you come near me. I can’t … I need you inside me. Can you be inside me now?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “I can’t think of a better place to be.”

She tore her shirt off, dropping it behind him. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to be connected to him, to feel him sliding inside her. She wanted the heat of him streaming into her. Fumbling with his pants, she pushed them down to free him. “I should have worn a damn dress,” she grumbled.

“No more pants,” he agreed. He laid her on the bed and stepped back to just look at her breasts encased in soft orange silk and lace. She started to shimmy out of her jeans. He grabbed the legs of the pants and tugged. Her panties matched her bra. “Where did you get these? We need more of them.”

“Ulrik, admire later,” she said reaching for him.

Gently, he slipped the silk panties down her legs. He nibbled on her thighs. She pressed her hips up as he pressed his fingers into her channel. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Now he touched her, the urgency he felt earlier vanished. He needed to pleasure her.

“I want more,” she demanded.

“Greedy,” he grinned nipping at her thigh.

“Now,” she said. Squirming she tried to rush him.

“You’re a goddess,” he murmured as he licked his way up her leg. “You need to be worshipped.”

As he said the last word, he sucked in her clit and toyed with it. Her channel milked his fingers as she climaxed in a rush. “Yes, oh yes,” he murmured against her.

“Ulrik,” she gasped. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up her body. As his body rubbed on hers, she growled. “Inside me. I need you inside me.”

Pressing deep into her channel, they both sighed as they reconnected. “Hmmmm,” he hummed his pleasure, closed his eyes, and held tight.

“Yes,” she said. “Right where you belong.” She brushed his hair away from his face. His lips found hers and lingered.

Sliding into her soft folds, Ulrik felt her channel accept him back. Her silky core accepted the invasion of his stiff rod. Home. She smelled of home. She felt like home. She was home.

Driving his cock into her, he wanted to draw out her pleasure. “Faster,” she demanded as her lips returned to his again and again. He wanted to keep his movements gentle, loving but the primal response to her demands took over. Shoving into her became essential, more necessary than breathing.

She met every push with more demands. Gwyn stopped thinking about him being a client and only about what she needed him to do. His swollen cock showed his need. She felt a compelling need to relieve the pressure. “Pound into me,” she said. “Do it like you mean it.”

“Gwyn,” he said lifting to watch her breasts. He couldn’t resist. He sucked in one pointed nub. She held his head to her breast. He nipped, bit, tugged on her nipple. Her legs tightened around him as he pounded into her as she demanded.

“I want you to spew,” she said. “I need you to blast me with your juices.”

“Yes,” he said. His deep voice reverberated through her.

“Oh stars,” she moaned. “Oh Ulrik. Now, oh please now.”

Her channel closed around his distended cock, holding him deep in her as he jetted deep into her womb.

He held her close. He wanted to apologize for being so quick, for giving her only a couple orgasms.

“Ulrik,” she said pulling his head out of her breasts. “That was fantastic.”

“I wanted to give you more,” he mumbled as he nuzzled her neck.

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