Page 38 of Curveball

I start with two fingers and slide them in. “We’re entering at the sunlight zone. You might know it as the continental shelf. It’s the warmest part of the ocean, but I would argue that for your trench, it only gets warmer as we get deeper. It’s what makes you a wonder of the world.”

Her face lights up, enjoying this little game.

I add a third finger and push in a drop deeper. “And now we hit the twilight zone. There’s little to no sunlight here.”

Her hips start to gyrate. She breathes, “More. Give me more.”

A fourth finger enters her, and I push just a little deeper. She moans loudly.

“Now we’re getting close to the abyss. It’s very dark here. We’re below theTitanic, Shortcake.”

Her eyes flutter. “Oh god, Quincy. So good. Keep going.”

With some maneuvering, I’m able to get my whole hand inside her. I pump her hard and deep. “Ahh. We’ve arrived at our final destination. Mr. Cousteau finally gets to his target where he’s now laid claim to the deepest part of the St. James Trench, my personal favorite. Very few things can live here, but I sure want to.”

I pump her ferociously. She’s writhing and screaming my name. Every inch of her flushes. Her toes start to curl, her tell that she’s about to come. One of many tells. She’s so responsive to me.

I thrust my hand in and out as fast as I can. The bed is smacking against the wall. She’s gripping the sheets, enjoying the hard ride. I pound and pound until she yells out into her orgasm, her body squeezing my fist like I’ll never get it back out again.

As she begins to come down from the high, she lifts her head and looks at my hand buried in her. “Holy shit. You really did get the whole thing in there.”

“I’m an excellent marine biologist.” I pull my hand out and lather my cock with her juices, giving it several long pumps. “Now it’s time for some missile submarine exploration.”

She grabs the condom and pushes me until I’m lying down. Crawling over me, she says, “I think I’d like to control this submarine expedition. I don’t want him going rogue.”

I happily let her take the reins. She rolls the condomon, positions me at her entrance, and sinks down onto me.

I suck in a breath. “Fuck, Shortcake. That feels good. These are my favorite waters to explore.”

She smiles as her nipples rub against my chest. I do love the feeling of her soft body on my hard one.

She starts off with slow, purposeful movements, but quickly begins bouncing ferociously on top of me. Ripley hated being on top when we first started having sex, but now she loves it. As much as I like to control things in the bedroom, I get off on seeing her like this. Powerful, confident, taking charge.

I watch her full tits bounce up and down as she takes what she needs from me, grinding her clit on me every time she comes down.

“Play with your perfect tits.”

Without hesitation, she listens as she continues to ride me. I love the sight of her squeezing her own sensitive nipples. It’s so hot.

As her orgasm approaches, her movements become more erratic. I sit up and grab her ass to take control, thrusting deep inside her where she likes it.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and joins her lips to mine. Her tongue is everywhere, doing some deep-sea exploring of its own.

I love her kisses. I crave them. They’re so heartfelt. It’s like she can’t taste enough of me.

I feel her walls constrict around me. “Your pussy is milking me.”

She throws her head back.

“Ah, Quincy.”

“That’s right. Be loud. Show me what my cock does to you.”

Keeping one hand on her ass, I reach the other up to her throat and give it a squeeze. As soon as I do, her eyes flutter.

I can feel her coming, so I begin to let go and give into my own pleasure.

Just as we’re both reaching that peak, she sinks her face into my neck and mumbles, “I love you,” as we both moan into our respective orgasms.

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