Page 135 of Off Season

I don’t need much more of an invitation than that. I move up and down on his tongue while his thumb finds my clit, knowing exactly how I like to be touched. He gives me everything I need, as always. He’s so in tune with my body. He’s a maestro, and I’m his instrument.

I’m practically fucking his face, so desperate for a non-self-induced orgasm. It’s not long before I explode all over him. He licks around and savors every last drop.

I immediately slide down his body and lick all over his beard. I love tasting me on him. There’s something so sensual about it.

He sits up and begins to kiss me again. It’s hungry. We’re all tongues and teeth. Neither of us can get enough of the other.

His hands run up my body as the kiss breaks, and he looks into my eyes with an intensity that’s almost too much, but I don’t pull away.

He breathes, “Tell me what you need. Use your words.”

I search for something sassy to say, but only honesty meets my lips. “You, kitten. I just need you.”

I reach for a condom. I experience a brief moment of wanting to feel him inside me with nothing between us, but I think better of it. It’s not something I do. This is already more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I can’t give any more than I already am.

I open it and then roll it down his perfect cock. I ache for him on a level I’m having a hard time understanding, but I’m trying not to get too much in my head. Neither of us have had sex in a month. We’re horny. Plain and simple. At least that’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t jump out of this weird-as-fuck vehicle.

He lifts my hips and places his tip at my entrance before pulling me all the way down onto him.

It knocks the breath from my lungs. Holy shit. Did I revirginize after five weeks of no sex? Is that a thing? He feels so fucking big. I’m so fucking full of him.

He stills inside me. Our mouths are nearly touching. Our ragged breath becomes one. He visibly swallows as his blue eyes practically stare into my soul. “It’s like I can’t get close enough to you.”

I feel down to the spot where our bodies join. “We’re as close as two people can be.”

“And yet it’s still not close enough.”

Feeling the same way, I whisper, “Cruz.”

He whispers back, “Kamryn.”

I’m teetering on the edge of freaking out and letting myself go when the vehicle makes some kind of loud mechanical noise and then drops a few feet. It causes his dick to push hard inside me. I think my eyes momentarily roll to the back of my head as my stomach clenches, and I let out a loud moan.

We turn and look out our makeshift fort windows to realize that we’re now on the water. “Holy shit.”

He smiles. “I told you it was also a boat.”

“My below deck is feeling pretty good and wet right now.”

“So is my hull.” He squeezes my tits while asking, “Do you want me on your bow?” He then squeezes my ass. “Or your stern?”

“Why choose? But I know I need to start moving to both the port,” I move my hips to the left, “and starboard,” I move my hips to the right, “sides to enter the rough seas that I like.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Here’s to not-so-smooth sailing.”

I smile. “Anchor’s away.”

I begin my slow movements as I rock on top of him. It’s only been a minute, and I can already feel my insides coiling with uncontrollable pleasure.

My fingernails dig into his broad shoulders as his big hands cover my back. This isn’t just physical for me. There are so many emotions flowing through me right now.

He then slides his fingers through mine as we continue to stare at each other. It seems so simple, yet I don’t think I’ve ever held a man’s hands while I’m riding him.

He encourages me to lean all the way back. It feels like I’m falling, yet I completely trust that he won’t let me do so.

I arch my back as his hands move to the spot between my wrists and forearms. Gripping me tightly while holding me in place, he thrusts into me over and over. He keeps my back hovering just above his legs.

I might be on top, but I’m totally at his mercy. As always, he doesn’t let me down.

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