Page 30 of Heart of Stone
“I seem to be the one who’s always completely naked.”
“What’s your point?” He sat down on the tarp. I went to follow him, but he put up his hand to stop me. “Not yet. I was just thinking how fucking hot it is seeing you walkaround this deck completely naked.” He waved me on. “A little show please.”
I strolled to the railing and leaned over, jutting my bottom out. I glanced back over my shoulder. “How’s the view from down there?”
Hunter was leaning on his elbow staring straight at my naked ass. “Very nice but I think you need to part those legs just a bit.”
I moved my feet apart and the breeze cooled the moisture that was already pooling between my legs.
An appreciative groan rolled up from his chest. “Yeah, baby, this is making me so fucking hard.”
I turned around and walked to the stack of nets. I reached up and grabbed hold of the rough rope, keeping my hands stretched up high above me, pushing my breasts out. “I think you’ve caught something in your net, Captain.”
He reached back and yanked off his t-shirt. I sucked in a breath as I watched him push off his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock was shiny with slick moisture as he stomped toward me. The deck of the boat shifted slightly beneath his heavy footsteps.
I squealed as he reached for me. My hands released the net, but he stretched them back up and made me take hold of the rope again. “You stay right where you are, my little captive.” He pressed his mouth against mine and teased my lips open with his tongue. As he kissed me, he tucked his hand between my legs and his callused, thick fingers slid through the hot creamy folds of my pussy. The wanton feeling of standing naked out on the open sea being caressed by his hands and mouth and the warm strands of sun made the whole thing that much more erotic.
“God, Hunter, this is such a fucking turn on, I’m almost ready to come.” I took a deep breath. “I want multiple orgasms today, please. You know how to make me come again and again. I want that today.”
“Then let’s get this party fucking started,” he growled as he pushed his finger inside of me. He was so damn skilled and he knew my body and my desires so well, he never wasted any time or movement. Every touch had a reason. Every stroke hit the right spot. He even had pressure down to an art. His thumb massaged my clit just the way I loved, and in response, I tightened my thighs around his hand to hold him exactly where I wanted him. His free hand teased and played with my nipples as the hand squeezed between my legs brought me to a shuddering climax. As my body thrummed with the feel of it, he jammed his finger deeper stroking every intimate inch of me as my pussy hugged his hand.
Whimpering with the sheer satisfaction of it, I could no longer keep a grip on the net. I released my hold and dropped forward. He caught me. I laughed as he swept me up into his arms.
“Sure hope there are no boats out there with binoculars pointed this way.”
“Let them look and be jealous that I have my arms filled with the sweetest little fuck on the ocean.” He spun around once with me in his arms.
“Not sure how I feel about that title. And what about those rich playboys on their yachts with their supermodel girlfriends?”
“Nope, I still win. If you don’t like that one— how about dirtiest little fuck?”
I hit his chest with my fist. “Ooh. I hate that. I might just wriggle back into my panties if you say that again.”
He gazed down at me. “How about the wildest, hottest little fuck?”
“Getting closer, but I was thinking something more like beautiful sex goddess or something along those lines.”
A smile tilted his mouth. “How the hell do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Make every fucking day better. You know something, Street, I’m not sure I’d ever drag my ass out of bed or out of the house if I didn’t know there was a chance to see you.”
I felt as if someone had pushed a tennis ball into my throat. I was thankful for the sea breeze. It dried my tears before they fell. Not that it would matter if he saw me cry. I was naked in his arms clinging to him as if he was the only person who mattered to me. He knew. Even without the tears, he knew how I felt about him.
He kissed me as he lowered me down onto the canvas he’d placed on the deck. It was stiff and scratchy.
“Not exactly a downy comforter,” I said as he knelt down over me. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his face down toward me. “But as long as I have my hunky sea captain to warm me up?—”
I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed his long, hard cock into me. The sweet ache from my first orgasm was still there and an involuntary frisson of pleasure coursed through me as he filled me.
“Sweet, tight, hot, there’s nothing as fucking perfect as your pussy,” he groaned against my mouth. He used one arm to raise himself up and keep from crushing me. Hismassive size and his stone chiseled shoulders and arms made me feel so slight and weak that the sheer difference between us should have been frightening. He had so much power over me physically that I should have felt terrified instead of thrilled.
He squeezed me just hard enough to remind me of that power. He pumped his cock into me, and I met each thrust, enthusiastically. “Come again for me, baby,” he grunted. “I’m staying hard. I won’t leave you until you come again. I want to feel your pussy squeeze down on my cock. Don’t deny me that, Street.” He kissed me hard on the mouth while still grinding into me. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of me and spun us both around. He was on his back and I was on top of him. I straddled my thighs over him and braced my hands against his chest as I slid down over him, taking in his cock with slow precision. His lids seemed to get heavier with each inch. With his black hair, dark eyes and unshaven jaw, he looked less a sea captain and more a pirate, a dangerous pirate, and every part of him thrilled me.
I leaned down over him and writhed over his cock as his big hands took hold of my ass. The ocean rolled beneath theDurango’sdeck, causing it to rise and fall along with my movements. He held me tight against him, and we moved in rhythm, like two people perfectly in tune with each other.
Then the sensation started deep inside, the tingling feeling that felt as if my pussy was closing up on itself to prepare for the coming explosion. My fingers dug into his hard arms and my hips moved feverishly, wanting to absorb everything he was giving.
