Page 53 of Melting the Ice Queen

Today it happened again when he surprised me with an unexpected gift. The most precious of all: uninterrupted alone time together miles and miles away from anyone else.

So here we are, lounging naked and stretched out on the deck of this huge beautiful, chartered yacht in the middle of the Aegean Sea with the sounds of the salty, balmy summer breeze caressing gently over the surface of the almost totally smooth, inky-black waves and the starlight of a myriad of constellations shining down on us.

The kids are safe and sound in their little beds under the watchful eyes of both sets of grandparents –and, knowing my hubby, of who knows how many members of their always invisible yet present security detail– on the small lovely Greek island where all of us are staying.

We decided it would be cool to make a family month-long vacation out of the celebration of our anniversary since it falls in a summer month. Still, I never thought we could have found the time to be alone like this with four kids along, but like I said, my resourceful husband is always full of surprises, and I love every single one of them.

I feel his hand slip over my palm and clutch my fingers as he comes out of his slumber, and my smile gets bigger.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Derek mumbles.

His voice is always all scruff and deepness and never fails to make me wet for him.

“Hello, my love.”

I turn completely on my side and burrow against his warm chest with a contented sigh.

I feel him kiss the top of my head, his hands rubbing over my back, and then his lips seek mine for a deep, delicious kiss.

Derek rolls me again on my back, his huge frame hovering above my smaller one, practically obliterating my view of the dark sky.

“God, I want you so much, baby,” he breathes against my jawline. “It feels like I haven’t been inside you in years.”

I laugh. In truth, we have been at it since the yacht left the bay in which it was anchored, and by my estimation, we have gone without for less than an hour. "My poor, poor, deprived love! Sixty whole minutes without sex! How could youeversurvive such torture?” I tease, kissing his chin.

Derek scowls at me. “Like you aren’t as desperate as I am for it,” he grunts, his fingers gripping my hips as he spreads my legs around his waist.

I caress his face lovingly. “I never said I wasn't, and I have no object—”

He silences me with his tongue diving deep into my mouth and stops only when we both are breathless; our hearts madly stuttering against each other.

"That's more like it," he groans, and I feel him line his big, hard erection impatiently with my wet opening, making me moan and arch against him as my thighs clutch his hips while he plunges inside me with a single powerful thrust.

As we come together over and over, the loud sounds of our pleasure filling the silence, I hold his gaze firmly, fighting the impulse to close my eyes, knowing how much he loves fucking while our eyes are locked like this.

I feel my chest constricting and my breath shortening with emotion and desire.

“Oh, Derek, I love you so much,” I moan softly.

“Love you too, angel. So fucking much!”

I hear him hiss in pleasure when my pussy starts to contract around his length, almost entirely stopping his retreat from my body.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so close already!”

I whimper his name. “Oh, yes, Derek! Please don’t stop!”

I feel the first jet of his hot seed hitting deep into me, and I cry in ecstasy as Derek groans his orgasm into the night.

“Fuck, you make me come so hard, so damn hard! You’re gonna drip with my seed until tomorrow, longer if I have anything to say about it!I’m going to fill you to the brim so many times that you'll never be empty again, baby,” he growls passionately, sinking deeper and deeper into me.

“I’m all on board with this plan of yours, love,” I moan, fastening my legs even tighter around him, my hands pushing against his taut ass to drive him further into my core.

Derek smiles down at me and crushes his lips to mine, one of his long, tapered fingers teasing my clit with intense, little slippery circles that make me cross my eyes in pleasure. "Come, sweetheart, come! Don't hold back. I'm almost there! Come like the Queen you are, baby!"

He starts ramming into me even harder and faster, and I feel white-hot pleasure running down each one of my nerves, my pussy clamping down on him again.

He keeps on thrusting through our climax, his cum pumping into me, our bodies slamming together; his forehead pressed onto mine.

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