Page 69 of Ship Wrecked

They crooked and rubbed inside her, and she was making helpless sounds as she desperately ground against his face.

When he spoke, the words were muffled against her flesh. “You want it, Maria?”

She twisted her fingers in his hair and moaned, lost.

“Then take it,” he told her, and sucked her clit.

She crashed into orgasm, clenching around his fingers, against his mouth, with almost painful intensity. Eyes squeezed so tightly shut she saw stars, mouth open, she panted and came harder than she knew was possible.

“Peter.” It sounded like a plea. For what, she didn’t know. “Peter.”

He kept sucking, kept pumping his fingers, and she kept coming in little quivers and pulses. When they eventually slowed, he eased back, flicking softly over her clit until she twitched against his tongue for the last time.

Her cheeks were wet. She couldn’t say whether it was sweat or tears.

When he finally raised his head from between her legs, he looked wrecked. Hair rumpled, beard soaked, face flushed, eyes wild with need.

“Gods,sötnos.” Reaching down, she clutched his shoulders and tried to drag him on top of her. “We can undress next time. Get inside me already.”

“Won’t last,” he ground out, but he was already unzipping his jeans and yanking down his boxer briefs, already reaching inside his pocket for a condom. “Sorry.”

She waved a hand. “Coming again would probably kill me. You don’t need to last.”

With effort, she managed to stay propped on her elbows, entirely so she could ogle him more easily.Fy fan, he was sexy. All broad shoulders and generous belly, strength wrapped in softness, with the hardest, thickest erection she’d ever seen.

It was hers. She wanted it. She didn’t care whether she had another orgasm or not.

As soon as he’d slapped the condom down the length of his dick, he pulled her up from the love seat. “You’re on top this time,” he grunted. “Me next time.”

Good. She wanted that big body over hers, just as much as she wanted to ride his cock until he shouted her name.

He sat, then gripped her waist and hauled her closer. “Come here.”

She followed him down eagerly, straddling his lap. But before she could lift up to take him inside, his hands slid into her hair. Gently, he tipped her head until his forehead met hers, and closed his eyes.

She stilled. “Peter?”

His erection prodded his stomach and her own, ruddy and insistent, and he was breathing in harsh gulps, his powerful frame trembling at the effort of restraint.

Still, he glided his nose alongside hers in an affectionate nuzzle. Kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Rubbed his damp beard against her neck until she squeaked.

The harsh set of his jaw softened at the sound, and he opened his eyes. They were heavy-lidded, his pupils blown with desire. Hot.

They were alsowarm.

She had to swallow past a lump in her throat.

Then he cupped her face and softly pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with unhurried tenderness. As if he didn’t taste like her, smell like her. As if he weren’t shaking with need.

He sipped at her mouth so slowly, so carefully. And when his tongue slipped inside, it stroked hers in playful little swirls that dizzied her.

His kiss demanded nothing and offered everything.

It was the sweetest kiss of her life.

She clutched his shoulders and let go. Let herself sink down into the moment. Let the sweetness pull her under and trusted him to keep her safe.

When the kiss ended, she smiled at him with open affection. Nudged his nose with hers. Then, rising up to her knees, she positioned him with one hand and sank down on his dick.

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