Page 51 of Capitally Unexpected

With that, I push her thighs apart, taking in her slick, pink center. She moans and takes her breasts in her hands. “I feel your eyes like a feather, whispering over where I want you. Touch me, please.”

“How can I resist a direct invitation?” I lean forward, licking from her center to her clit. I stay at that bundle of nerves, flicking it from side to side with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Her hips cant up, letting me know what’s burned in my memory is accurate. I continue focusing on her clit while coating two fingers in her wetness before pushing inside her. Another groan emits from her throat, so I pick up the pace with both my mouth and my hand, curling my fingers to hit the spongey spot along her inner wall. She tightens around my fingers and continue working my tongue along her clit through her orgasm.

I know she still has more waves to go when she tries to squeeze her legs closed. “I don’t think so,” I say. “I’m not done with you yet.” I lift each leg, so they’re hooked over my shoulders, forcing her legs to stay open. She moans but doesn’t protest. I lean back toward her core. Taking time to press kisses up and down the skin on her inner thigh, right to the edge of her lips, wanting to give her time to recover slightly. In what seems like no time at all, she’s shifting her hips, trying to force my tongue more central. Her being so hungry for my mouth takes my recovering cock from half-hard to stiff against my thigh. He’ll need to wait his turn.

I give her what I’m looking for, fucking her with my tongue for a few thrusts before moving to her clit. Using her wetness on my fingers again, I trail them down toward her crease, tapping lightly against her puckered hole. She stills for a moment before circling her hips, inviting my light exploration of her backdoor.

“Have you ever had anything here?” I say into her pussy, as I continue my gentle touching, not wanting to lose contact with my favorite taste for longer than I need to.

“No-o,” she shudders out, her hips thrusting. I stiffen mytongue, allowing her to use me to take what she needs against her clit.

“Someday, I’d love to take you here,” I say. “But we’ll work up to that.” She continues to ride my face and a new gush of liquid along with her noises lets me know she’s crested again. Her knees try to squeeze shut, and I’d gladly blackout with her thighs as my new favorite ear muffs any other day, but it might put a damper on the trip.

Michelle’s legs go limp, and I look up her body to see her looking down at me from her elbows, her face visible above the baby bump that’s more pronounced with her clothes off.

“Can you take another one?” I ask, continuing to lick as she shudders against me.

“No, please. Want you inside me.”

That’s a request I’ll always be happy to oblige. I press a kiss to the top of her mound before letting her legs down from my shoulders, leaving them dangling over the edge of the bed.

I climb up over her body, and she pulls my face down to hers, tasting herself on my mouth. Once our lips slow, I pull back slightly. “I want to hold you and fuck you nice and slow.”

She nods, words seeming beyond her two orgasms in. I pull the pillow from under her hip and slide her up the bed before turning her onto her side. My body slots in behind hers, and I lift her leg so it rests on top of my hip. I guide myself into her channel, groaning as I slide home. My hand grips under her belly and I start to thrust my hips in and out, nice and slow.

“This is how you deserve to be ma ...” I catch myself. This feels a lot like making love to me, but I know enough to not drop that bomb during sex. “Deserve to be fucked. Slow, like you’re precious. Because you are. You’re so precious to me.”

Her fingers intertwine with mine on her stomach, gripping tightly as she turns her head, searching for my mouth. I push up to meet her, tangling our tongues for a moment until she groans with a swivel of my hips and drops her cheek to the pillow. I stay propped up, trailing kisses from her ear, along her neck, and toher shoulder. All the while, my hips pump in and out of her, adding a circular thrust every few joinings.

After a while, Michelle starts to press her hips back into mine, trying to speed up the pace. I oblige and untangle our fingers, bringing my hand to her clit. Strumming along the bud for a few seconds in time with our thrusts has her tightening around me once more, her mouth open in a silent scream. I follow her over the edge, my not silent groan pressed into her skin.

We stay connected like that, long enough I think she’s fallen asleep. I know I should roll away and get a cloth to clean us up, but I’m reluctant to lose the contact.

Just as I’ve talked myself into moving, Michelle breaks the silence.

“Hunter?” she says, her voice quiet and tired, but content.

“Yeah,” I respond, pressing another kiss into her shoulder.

“You deserve to be fucked like that too.”

I’m stunned. My arm wraps tighter around her and I bury my face in her neck. Cleaning up can wait.

Turns out, the way the ocean lets you see stars forever also means there’s nothing to block the sunlight once it’s over the horizon. The light through our small port window brightens the room as I try to catch the time on my phone without moving Michelle. Not even six a.m.

I look up at the curtain we didn’t bother to draw and down at the woman using my legs and my pillows to prop herself up. When we finally called it quits a few hours ago, she had a hard time getting comfortable. A crick in my neck from using my arm as a pillow is nothing compared to what her body is going through. Though, maybe I can snag an extra or two off a housekeeper today.

I don’t think I can move to cover the window withoutwaking her up. If she needed a three-hour nap to recover from boarding a boat, she’ll definitely need more than a handful of hours to make it through a full day. The beam of light inches up our bodies, moving toward our heads. That settles it. I move one limb at a time very slowly. Michelle readjusts but doesn’t seem to wake. I roll off the bed as gently as I can, scooch around the bed and have moved the curtain into place when ...

“What time is it?”

Fuck. “It’s a little after six.”

She groans. “Why is it so bright out?”

“All that wide-open space. No trees, no buildings, no hills to block the light.”

“Gross. All this light is making me sick.”

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