Page 77 of Tempting Cargo
“Here?” He stroked around my clit, still hard and ready for more.
I shuddered. My muscles were primed to throw him off, to do it myself and give in to the urge to claim him. But his hands on me were always welcome, and resisting his touches was harder than it should have been.
“Yes, there,” I growled. “But I don’t want to come until I’m inside you again, so hurry up.”
He groaned. “I want that too much.”
The sleeve sucked onto my clit, tight and secure. When he gave it a test stroke, I gasped, all my sensitive nerve endings lighting up.
“On your knees,” I said. “Now.”
As he did, I slipped the other part of the toy over the length, the ring over the base holding it secure as I pulled the attachment to my cunt and pressed it inside, where it could stimulate me as I moved.
I fed the fake cock into him in slow, shallow strokes. Each time I drew back, it tugged on my clit, and shifted the toy inside me.
This was going to get me off way too fast unless I focused on him. “Is this okay?”
Garrison hummed in assent, but his nod was stiff.
I paused, already further inside him than my natural length, but still a way to go. “I’ll go slow,mitsha.”
“Just… need to get used to it. It’s… a lot.”
I bared my teeth. “You mean you don’t wish I bought a bigger one?”
His laugh pushed him back further onto my clit, and he caught his breath before answering. “No, this is fine. But we’ll need to work up to more.”
My chest clenched in the momentary stillness. If only we had that chance.
He exhaled hard. “Fuck me, Shohari. I want it. Make me feel it.”
I gripped his hips and slid all the way home with a snarl.
His long, drawn-out moan as he collapsed in slow motion onto the bed might have been my new favourite sound, and as I pulled out to thrust deep again, the tug on my clit dragged a skykking mewl from my throat.
It took a minute to find both my rhythm and the right angle to catch the spot inside that drove him frantic with need. Once I did, my first climax ripped through me. When one wave subsided, a new one built, and I drove into him, chasing my own pleasure as he babbled and cried beneath me, the motion rubbing his cock against the bed.
He gasped and groaned his release until he was whimpering and begging me to stop. “If you keep going, I’ll… come again, and I… I don’t know if I can take it.”
Oh. “Is that so?” I fucked him with lazy thrusts. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”
“I know.”
“So do you want me to stop?”
“Please.” But his hips nudged back as he said it, and his needy whimpers told me everything.
“You’ll say ‘stop, Captain’ if you want me to stop. Or you’ll lie there and take my clit because you’re mine.”
His entire body went lax. “Shohari… god, yes, I’m yours, I’m all yours.”
His words whispered into my bones and I growled the sensation away. I fucked another orgasm out of myself, hips stuttering, chasing yet another one as I made sure I hit that spot inside of him that made him come apart so messily, so beautifully, so perfectly.
Sobbing, he came again, body locking up, my name on his lips a prayer, whether of thanks or supplication, I didn’t know.
I shuddered through another climax and slumped on top of him. “I love it when you put up a fight,” I breathed, tasting the salty sheen of his sweat. “But I love it most when you surrender completely.”I love feeling like you’re mine.
He just murmured, reaching back a hand to twine my fingers with his.
