cock in hand. He plowed her furrow, rubbing her clit, and then poking just the head into her. Over and over. Well, over and over for about the two minutes it took her to come again. This time, she yanked on her wrist restraints, wanting to be free so she could grab something, hold on to anything that would give her a foundation in the turbulent sea in which she found herself.
She was living every woman’s dream—orgasms, one after another, until she thought she’d pass out. The pause after each orgasm just made the next more devastating. Her nerves were raw. Could someone actually die from coming too much?
Derek said, “You don’t know how that feels. You come with such strength. I think my poor little guy is going to be sore tomorrow.” She gasped as he started a new assault and his balls slapped her ass.
“Maybe we should stop?”
“One more time,” he whispered on a moan. “Or two.”
In the end she lost track, and it seemed as though her world was one continuous orgasm, a narrow border between the pain of overextended nerves and sheer, ultimate pleasure.
A loud grunt penetrated her haze, and finally Derek’s penis pulsed inside her. He collapsed, his weight taking her breath, his mouth taking her lips, moving over them, kissing her deeply while swallowing her moans and groans.
At long last, he raised his head and pushed off her. He untied her ankles and then her hands, chafing each to stir circulation back into them.
She stretched, watching him rise and dispose of the sagging condom and magical ring that had banded the root of his shaft. Barely able to move, she pulled the cover and sheets over her and snuggled down.
Derek slid in beside her. Flipping a switch on the night stand doused the lamp designed to appear like a ship’s lantern. Without another word, he turned her onto her side and cuddled against her back. In moments, his deep steady breathing told her he slept. In no time, she did the same.
* * * *
Thia woke to sunlight, the purr of well-tuned engines and the smell of coffee. Pushing off the covers, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Aches she hadn’t known yesterday assaulted her. Step by tiny step, she made her way to the head and a hot shower, emerging less achy but famished. Looking through a small clothes cupboard, she found and slipped into a fluffy white robe.
She stepped into the lower salon expecting to find Derek. Instead, she found coffee sloshing in a pot secured on the counter. A mug hung from a hook near the pot. She filled the mug with the black liquid and took a deep whiff. I need this. Taking a small sip, she automatically adjusted to the motion of the boat moving under her.
After a quick caffeine fix, Thia took the rest of her coffee and climbed to the salon where she found Derek piloting the craft.
“Good morning. I figured we needed to get started if we’re going to get back this afternoon.”
Thia looked at the clock nestled among the instruments. “It’s
one o’clock
?”
“You looked so comfortable sleeping, I thought I’d let you.”
She snorted a laugh. “How could I avoid sleeping when you shtuped my brains out last night?”
Smiling, he answered, “Shtuped? That’s a pretty demure term for someone who ‘shtupes’ as good as you do. Do you even know how many orgasms you had?”
“Enough to make me think I’d died and gone to heaven last night and to make me ache all over this morning. How far out are we?”
“Maybe an hour.” His eyes swept over her with appreciation then he winked. “Time to shtupe if you want to.”
She broke into laughter just as she sipped, almost choking. “I don’t think I could handle it. I’d better dress and get my things together. Can I fix us a little breakfast?”
“Fix something for yourself if you like. I ate earlier.”
Thia went below, ate some toast and got her things ready, leaving them in the unused stateroom. She returned to the salon after about fifteen minutes and
She was living every woman’s dream—orgasms, one after another, until she thought she’d pass out. The pause after each orgasm just made the next more devastating. Her nerves were raw. Could someone actually die from coming too much?
Derek said, “You don’t know how that feels. You come with such strength. I think my poor little guy is going to be sore tomorrow.” She gasped as he started a new assault and his balls slapped her ass.
“Maybe we should stop?”
“One more time,” he whispered on a moan. “Or two.”
In the end she lost track, and it seemed as though her world was one continuous orgasm, a narrow border between the pain of overextended nerves and sheer, ultimate pleasure.
A loud grunt penetrated her haze, and finally Derek’s penis pulsed inside her. He collapsed, his weight taking her breath, his mouth taking her lips, moving over them, kissing her deeply while swallowing her moans and groans.
At long last, he raised his head and pushed off her. He untied her ankles and then her hands, chafing each to stir circulation back into them.
She stretched, watching him rise and dispose of the sagging condom and magical ring that had banded the root of his shaft. Barely able to move, she pulled the cover and sheets over her and snuggled down.
Derek slid in beside her. Flipping a switch on the night stand doused the lamp designed to appear like a ship’s lantern. Without another word, he turned her onto her side and cuddled against her back. In moments, his deep steady breathing told her he slept. In no time, she did the same.
* * * *
Thia woke to sunlight, the purr of well-tuned engines and the smell of coffee. Pushing off the covers, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Aches she hadn’t known yesterday assaulted her. Step by tiny step, she made her way to the head and a hot shower, emerging less achy but famished. Looking through a small clothes cupboard, she found and slipped into a fluffy white robe.
She stepped into the lower salon expecting to find Derek. Instead, she found coffee sloshing in a pot secured on the counter. A mug hung from a hook near the pot. She filled the mug with the black liquid and took a deep whiff. I need this. Taking a small sip, she automatically adjusted to the motion of the boat moving under her.
After a quick caffeine fix, Thia took the rest of her coffee and climbed to the salon where she found Derek piloting the craft.
“Good morning. I figured we needed to get started if we’re going to get back this afternoon.”
Thia looked at the clock nestled among the instruments. “It’s
one o’clock
?”
“You looked so comfortable sleeping, I thought I’d let you.”
She snorted a laugh. “How could I avoid sleeping when you shtuped my brains out last night?”
Smiling, he answered, “Shtuped? That’s a pretty demure term for someone who ‘shtupes’ as good as you do. Do you even know how many orgasms you had?”
“Enough to make me think I’d died and gone to heaven last night and to make me ache all over this morning. How far out are we?”
“Maybe an hour.” His eyes swept over her with appreciation then he winked. “Time to shtupe if you want to.”
She broke into laughter just as she sipped, almost choking. “I don’t think I could handle it. I’d better dress and get my things together. Can I fix us a little breakfast?”
“Fix something for yourself if you like. I ate earlier.”
Thia went below, ate some toast and got her things ready, leaving them in the unused stateroom. She returned to the salon after about fifteen minutes and
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