A warming sensation burgeoning from my groin reaches up to my skull and stretches down to the tips of my toes. My scalp prickles and my belly jolts, stirring me from sleep. Distinctive warmth hits my face, and then I feel my bottom lip softly tugged from my face. My abdomen jerks again, this time it feels like forbidden pleasure.
A slickened muscle swipes my mouth, slowly. Then I hear, “Azmir,” almost in a pleading whisper.
I can feel my toes flutter to an awakening…again spawning stirring heat from my core. It’s some eerie and arousing shit. I can smell a familiar scent, feel acquainted warmth, and weight moving fluidly against my body. The pulling of my bottom lip returns and then my eyes finally flicker open.
The sun has set, illuminating the golden embers of the captain’s salon right above us. We slept the day away. The motor still vibrates like a lullaby beneath, and water stretching miles out and seemingly above is damn near pitch black, but I soon gain perfect sight of the disturbance of my sleep.
I see an unsmiling, uncomical, and mostly staid Rayna over me. With one arm, she steadies her hovering and humming body over mine, and the other arm is pointing south, stroking my cock. I now realize it’s what’s causing my jerking. Her damp mouth is parted and her are eyes smoldering with concentrated desire. I slant my neck to look down at exactly how she’s gripping me. As I see her hands pulling and pushing me, stroking me up and down, I swear, I can blast the fuck off from the sight of it alone.
“You haven’t touched me yet,” she breathes into my mouth. Rayna then ducks her head and dips her wet tongue into my mouth, once again and withdrawing with my lip suctioned between her lush lips. “Remember, when you showed me what sex would be like for your wife the night before you left for Atlanta?” she doesn’t give me a chance to answer, but I register the occasion in my foggy brain. “Well, this is what sex is like with my husband after six weeks without,” Rayna whispers before positioning herself over me. I can feel the misty heat from her sex suffusing my pelvis. My cock twitches in anticipation of her as her * suspends over me.
And then her pliant feminine lips slams onto me, bringing juice sputtering down my stick as she descends. I suck in a full breath.
“Ooooh!” Rayna cries out as her eyes squeeze shut as though she’s in pain.
Fuck!
She’s tight, only able to sluice in two-thirds of me before stopping. Her heavy eyes open and shoot to mine like daggers. She’s panting, out of breath already. I’m not too far behind, reveling in her tightness. I find that my back has risen inches off the padding of the bench. I can feel her inner-muscles percolating around me. She needs to move. Rayna has to begin her grind or I’ll go fucking crazy.
She moves her face closer to mine and murmurs, “We only have a few minutes before the captain returns.” She shutters over me, gripping me like a vice. I’m hanging on by a thread, about fucking to lose it. “I need you…need you so bad. Make love to me, Azmir.”
Rayna pushes down forcefully until her naked flesh slaps against my hips.
“Baby,” I cry out, having lost all constraints. My need for her supersedes any desire for privacy at this point. I grab her by the hips and thrust upwards, eventually working my way into decisive strokes, making sure she feels me in her heights even.
And even though she’s used the term making love, Rayna isn’t requesting that. No. She wants to fuck and that’s very clear as her soft flesh slams into me, clutching tight, jerking me to and fro. I see the sweat sprouting from her delicate pores as she gyrates wildly above me.
Our bodies join in such harmonic sequence. Physical familiarity has returned. A harmony beyond any previous plateau in our lovemaking. As Rayna claws my shoulders, I feel a zinging sensation. Fuck if it isn’t a spiritual transfusion, making this experience with Rayna powerful, far more satisfying than physical sensory. It’s goddamn catalytically soul-stirring. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters—some bad, some good, some horrible. And sex with Rayna has always been unparalleled, but this—this phenomenon is an experience unto itself. As our trembling bodies slam into each other, I feel whole.
There’s a sheath of pleasure over the pain in her scratching my shoulders, trying to hold on to me for dear life. I’m so caught up that I don’t feel Rayna’s orgasm eclipsing. I only realize it’s upon us when she pops her torso straight into the air and grabs the front of her neck with one hand and my right knee behind her with the other. And when I see the traces of blood and small pieces of my chafed skin underneath her white coated nails, my balls tremble and my upper body and feet soars from the bench simultaneously and jerk back down in sequence, uncontrollably. I can feel the barreled loads shoot into her canal each time my body leaps.
What the…fuck!
If this physiological response happened with anyone but my wife, I’d be an insecure man. To allow my body to succumb to such emotional and physical pleasure is beyond my comprehension. I feel raw, vulnerable.