Page 34 of Depths of Destruction
"Just stay on this side of me. But don't hesitate."
She takes a deep breath and nods. "All right."
I move the tube forward, turn, plant my feet, and sit in the hole. The current begins to pull me down river.
"Now, Naomi."
She cautiously tries to get on, I grip her waist and tug her on me. She falls onto my chest, and the tube moves faster.
"Sorry, are you okay?"
Naomi picks her head up. Her bee-stung lips I've been dying to kiss, are so close, they aren't even an inch away from mine. Her crystal-blue eyes are a bright torch in the darkening night sky. The warm smoothness of her skin from her torso presses against mine. Her nipples are hard and poke through the thin, cheaply made bikini, getting harder by the second.
My heart beats faster. She adjusts her leg and it rests on my growing hard-on. The sounds of the water rushing around us, along with the squeaks and howls of jungle animals, are almost drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears. Instinctively, I palm her ass with one hand and glide my other hand through her hair, holding her head firm.
"I'm good," she murmurs, her heat-filled eyes bounce from mine to my mouth.
The water gets rougher and jolts us. Her body slides on my dick. Her lips smash into mine. I roughly part them with my tongue. She gasps and pulls back, swallowing hard, her eyes wide.
Side to side, the tube rocks, moving faster while adrenaline builds in my veins, wanting and needing every part of Naomi.
She doesn't make me wait long, coming back to me, opening her mouth quickly, and grinding on my cock as I thrust up toward her.
She shivers when I trace my finger over her spine.
I don't know which of us is greedier as she grips my head and urgently circles her tongue in my mouth.
Our kisses are raw and feral. Every ounce of longing I've had for her takes over. The dam breaks. Any notion of why I shouldn't have her is gone.
"Tell me I can have you," I growl.
"Yes," is all she replies, then sticks her tongue back in my mouth.
I slide my hand under the suit bottoms, dipping into her hot sex with my thumb, and reaching up to her clit with my index finger.
She gasps, arching her back and pushing her chest into my torso.
My thumb presses into her warm walls and strokes her. My digit grinds against her nub.
"Faster," she breathes, her face flushing, her eyes fluttering, her sinful mouth forming a perfect O.
I speed up, and she climaxes, trembling in my arms, and calling out my name in the hot night air. I feel like it's my birthday and she's just given me a sacred gift.
Her hands fly to my underwear, and she rolls them down past my hard cock while sucking on the crook of my neck. She moves her barely-there suit to the side, and I yank her knees to either side of my hips so they sink in the water.
As I fill her, I loudly groan while sliding through her wet heat. I lick behind her ear and murmur, "You're perfect." Because she is. She's a flawless woman of soft, warm flesh pulsing around me, and nothing on earth has ever felt better.
"Andre," she whimpers and rocks into my thrusts.
I fist her hair and drag my teeth down her neck.
She shivers then moans like an animal, pressing her hands on my chest so she's sitting up and rolling her hips on me so fluidly, my shaft is in utter bliss.
"Fuck, Naomi." I grunt, watching her glow under the light of the moon.
"Oh...oh..." she cries out, her face contorting as a ripple of pleasure causes a violent convulsion through her body, rivaling the shaking of the tube.
Monkeys yell out in the trees as I untie the bottom string of her top and pebble each nipple with my tongue before nipping at them with my teeth.
