Page 22 of Captain's Companion

“Be quiet,” she demanded. Starting at his knees, she rubbed her hands up his hard muscled thighs. She felt the tension in him, the need. Cupping his balls, she squeezed until he moaned. White drops appeared on the tip of his distended rod. As she leaned down, her breasts bumped against his balls. White spurted out all over her chest and him. She bit her lips to keep from laughing. He hadn’t lied to her. Her hands stroked along the hard length of him. He jetted and jetted until she thought he might never stop.

“Oh, my Gwyn,” he mumbled. His cock remained stiff and upright.

“Did I give you permission to talk,” she scolded him. “You will lay here and climax until I tell you to stop. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my Gwyn,” Ulrik said surrendering to her demands.

Her mouth sucked in his balls. She hummed around them, one and then the other. She spent time making him moan and beg.

“Please, oh, please,” he muttered over and over.

“Climax,” she demanded as her tongue slicked out and slipped up the length of him. She swallowed him and he blasted her mouth. She swallowed, pushing down even as he flowed into her. She went up and down again and again. Squeezing his balls, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. She demanded from him. She swallowed while rubbing his stiff member to milk him dry. His semen flowed three, four times spurting on her, on him, on the sheets.

Ulrik muttered, groaned, and begged but Gwyn found some new way to tantalize him. When she didn’t want to swallow, she rubbed his cock between her breasts until his juices covered them. Seeing her coated with his seed made him hard. “Please, Gwyn,” he begged.

“Sshhh,” she said as she slipped down the hard length of him. Each time he thought he was done, she moved, bumped against him, his cock reacted by standing and begging for more of her attention.

She slipped his cock into her channel, felt him slide in and felt her own orgasm hover. “I’m going to climax,” she said grabbing him, pulling him close to her. “You’re going to jet into me again and again until you’re limp.”

“Yes, my Gwyn,” he said mesmerized by her demands. He felt her channel tremble. She shoved his face into her breasts. He grabbed, squeezed, sucked on her nipples. His teeth dragged over one and her channel clamped down on him. He spilled all his juices into her. Wrapping her legs around him, she held him tight to her. When she felt the heat of his release, she smiled, felt accomplished.

“Again,” she said. This time she pushed him back, held his eyes with hers, kept her lips on his until he spilled into her again.

“Gwyn,” he growled letting go his control. He felt the primal demands take over. “Mine.” He staked his claim by turning her over. Pounding his body into hers, he wanted her to know she was his. She needed to know they were one and he was never letting her go. He made her climax, every time she did, he spit his juices into her, marking her as his.

“Again,” she demanded breathlessly.

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Ulrik lay spent. His eyes opened slowly, and his body ached in the best of ways. Curled tightly against him Gwyn lay sound asleep. Gently he rubbed her back, she felt chilled. Reaching for a blanket he realized they were on the floor. He tried to remember what happened but after a point, all he could remember was her. Again. He was sure every time he heard her say it, he’d explode. He shifted and she grumbled. With his foot, he hooked a blanket draped across the corner of the bed. “Time,” he said softly. When the computer responded, he realized six hours had passed.

“Stop moving,” she demanded but her eyes remained closed.“Tell Little Ulrik to take a break.” She slipped a leg over his pulling him closer to her.

“When did we come to the floor,” he asked.

“After the fiftieth or sixtieth time you made me climax,” she said. “It was after the wall.”

He remembered the wall. He remembered pounding into her like his life depended on the connection he made. “Did I hurt you,” he asked worried about how rough he’d been.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes, bit his shoulder, “You used me very nicely in a lot of different ways. I never said no.”

“Did I give you the chance to say no,” he asked. Rolling on his side, he filled his hands with her supple bottom, pulled her tight against him.

“And Little Ulrik is back at it,” she said grinning. “He really never rests, does he?”

“Are we really calling my dick Little Ulrik,” he smiled.

“It seems to have a life of its own,” she said. “Do you want something more manly? Power Thruster?”

Chuckling, he said, “No.”

“Little Ulrik it is,” she said. Her eyes drooped, she sighed.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he whispered. “I’ll run a bath.”

“Bath,” she said. “Okay. I’ll clean up in here while you run a bath.”

“No,” he said firmly. He wasn’t letting her touch anything in the bedroom. He knew the bedding was a mess and the pillows were… well he wasn’t sure. “I’m picking you up and taking you to the bathroom. I’ll run a nice hot bath for you. You can soak while I clean up a little. Then you’ll share your bath.”

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