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I stood to unbutton my pants and pull my throbbing dick out. Ashira prepared for me with heavy breathing and an open mouth. She scooted down the chair, dropping her feet on the sides, opening herself to me. I didn’t take my pants off; I just pulled them down enough to lay on top of her, positioning my dick to touch her wet pussy.
“You wanna fuck me?” I asked her, flicking her nipple with my tongue.
Ashira nodded hard and fast. She even dashed down the lounger for more friction. Her soft little hand gripped me, stroking my dick to feed between her legs. So excited to be inside her, I positioned myself to push into her. Ashira was wet, hot, and so fucking tight. I lifted from my knees and pushed deeper. Her hand shot to my abs, pushing me back.
She panted with a strained face, “It’s been a long time. Slow.”
I pulled back and slowly slid back inside, going no farther than the first time. Trying to open her up, I wound my hips, not getting far at all. Then I reached up to kiss her, not moving my dick no matter how much it wanted to be buried deep. This was new to me. Ashira’s body had never rejected me. It had always been welcoming since the very first time I had her. Our tongues moved against each other, one of her hands gripping the back of my head and the other still between us turned limp. That’s when I stroked again, going deeper. I pulled back and slid back in, feeling her body strain. When I reached too far, her hand pushed at my lower abs again.
“You’re driving me crazy here,” I snorted, whispering in her ear.
Her little hand between us turned me on, too. I was fucking ready.
Ashira’s breathing was hard when she cried, “I know. I want this so bad. Want you so bad!”
She rolled her hips, pressing down on to me. So fucking ready, I moved, too, pulling out and pushing back into her. We soon found a rhythm with less than half my shit being inside of her. The flavored tobacco air rushing from her lungs pushed into my mouth. That scent mixed with nutty brandy, pussy, and vanilla had my mind going as I stroked—and…
“Fuck!” My ass squeezed, spine stiffened, and I was jacking off in her. My body spasmed, and goosebumps lifted as my head spun. “Shit…”
I felt goofy. Like it was my first time again. But it felt good because her arms tightened around me, stroking my back.
“Yes, Jas,” she whispered my encouragement as I landed. When I was done, I buried my face in her neck. “You hiding?” She snickered. My body tremoring, this time from laughing silently at her silly ass. “Oh, buddy,” her voice was so soft. Soothing. “you still can’t fuck.”
We laughed together, Ashira into the air and me into her boobs this time. Then I hefted her to my chest and pulled up from the lounger without falling on my ass with her straddling me. It was a challenge, trying to keep my pants from falling as I walked us off the deck and to my cabin.
By the time I closed the door behind us, my dick was rock hard again.
He was like a missile moving inside me, stretching my walls, rubbing over awakened nerve endings. He reached deep, hiking my leg over his globular shoulder covered in mist. His throaty grunts in my ear aroused me. The bed rocked hard against the wall. Over me, Jas was a vicious animal, hard all over, muscular, and locomotive in pursuit of its feed. His drives into me were in a curled fashion powered by his tapered waist.
I pushed my pelvis up, relinquishing myself to his relentless drives. That angle gave him access to a minefield of nerves, and I could feel my groin twist and swell. Then I detonated.
“Ohhh!”
My belly caved, mouth stretched wide as I manically threw my pussy into his tireless plummeting. I moaned and moaned, clenching the flesh of his waist until Jas’ mouth covered mine and his tongue propelled my orgasm as I fought to breathe. Sandwiched between us was my hiked leg, and he left room for nothing else. I could feel his beating heart, his laboring lungs, but most of all, the pulse of his need for me buried into my womb as I gyrated over the mattress.
He wanted me. All this time, Ojasvi Sinclair wanted me sexually but denied himself, denied us. Tonight had taught me to trust my instincts. I’d been experiencing Jas’ moods through his eyes. They spoke. In them, I’d seen danger, lust, vulnerability, and longing.
As he pounded into me, attempting to prove he was good at fucking and not just making love to me, I knew what I knew. I was stuck with this man forever. To what capacity was what I needed to decide on. But one thing I did know was what I hadn’t lost.
My pussy power.
I was curled on the sofa, wrapped in nothing but the floral print shirt he wore yesterday and the musk of sex. The crest of the dawning sun could be seen. I gazed out of the window, attention-less to the rippling water we charted through.
“What’s wrong,” he demanded gravelly, his body thick and strong as he pushed up from one arm, face contorted from sleep and exhaustion.
A sniffle preceded my smile to allay his concerns. I wiped my wet face and resumed watching the endless ocean. “I’m happy,” hardly pushed from my lungs.
“That makes you cry?”
Yeah. It sounded silly, but to me, it was an ugly truth.
I sniffled again. “My family inspired you to have a wholesome life.” Wiping my eyes, I was able to look at him again. “You made a list to pursue it, even took on a spiritual journey. Then you encounter me as an adult and…” I looked away again. He lay in his bed naked and perfect, saturated in my “ugly.”
“And what, Ashira?” his tone sharp, impatient.
I let the tears go without a fight this time. “And I take you off track. I fuck up your list time and time again.”
“What do you mean?”
