Page 27 of His Virgin Vessel

"Cor!"

She leapt out, her toned body a perfect diver's line gleaming white in the moonlight, arcing through the air till it hit the water with barely a splash. I watched anxiously and was relieved to see her head bob up, still smiling.

"You're crazy!" I called down.

"Your turn."

I had never dived before in my life but I wasn't about to back down. I took a run and threw myself off, trying to copy Corinne. I doubted it was the most graceful dive, but as I broke the water, I felt pretty good about it. Then, as I surfaced, I found Corinne beside me, draping her nude form over mine, and I felt even better.

We treaded water awhile, lost in each other's arms, our lips welded together, our bodies moving against each other beneath the surface. Suddenly Corinne pulled back, biting her lip, her eyebrows raised.

"Are there eels in here?"

"Maybe, but I doubt that's what you felt." Despite the cold water and recent activity, I was coming back to life.

"I thought men were supposed to take a while recover."

"Depends on the girl they're with."

We swam to the shore and crawled up onto the smooth rocks. Corinne drew me down on top of her.

"Trapped between a rock and hard place," she giggled as she guided me back into her.

This time we went more gently (not least because of the perils of making love on rocks), softly and slowly moving against each other, exploring each other's bodies as I stroked easily in and out of her, savoring the feel of her soft tunnel caressing my hard organ.

"I'm going again," Corinne whispered giddily, her face bright with excitement.

"Don't go far." I continued to slip in and out of her, keeping her motor running as she writhed through another orgasm, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth 'ohing' in pleased surprise.

"Ooh! Oh ... It was different that time. Can it happen in lots of different ways?"

"Many," I said, kissing down her chest.

"I want to feel them all. Tonight."

"I'll see what I can do."

I twisted my hips, stirring her juices and making her screw up her pretty little face in pleasure.

"Can I try going on top? I want to ride it."

"Of course."

I eased myself over, making sure not to slip out of her, and guiding her into a sitting position astride my hips.

"Oh, that feels so good, buried right up in there." She wriggled deliciously in her seat, putting my self-control to the test. "Can you show me what to do? I want to make you happy. Show me how."

I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to do much to make me happy, but she was so eager to please and so keen to give back the pleasure bestowed on her. I took hold of her smooth hips and began to guide her up and down.

"Put your hands on my chest—take the weight."

Her eyes were closed and she rose and fell on my impaling member in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

"This is good for you too, yeah? Because it's incredible for me!"

I laughed. "It's very good for me."

That was no lie. The feel of her slicking up and down my sensitive meat was almost more than I could stand, but I bit back the need to come. I was going to give this girl the night of her life. If this was our last night, it was going to be our best. I watched the almost comical expressions of pleasure as they passed across her face; smiling, biting her lip, baring her teeth, sometimes wide-eyed in disbelief that anything could feel this good.

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