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I dip one finger inside the slightest bit, finding a pleasure button and massaging against it so that her chest archers towards me before withdrawing again. Her mouth opens, and her eyes go hazy with pleasure. “Please,” she gasps.
“Please, what?” I murmur. “Please take charge of your pleasure?”
She nods, gasping a short breath out. “Yes. Take charge of my pleasure.”
I smile in satisfaction and lean in to kiss her as I slowly, achingly slowly, massage my finger back inside her. Her entire body trembles around me, including her hand still clutching my shaft. Gods, this will be as much sensual torture to me as it will be to her. But also, so, so good.
I tease my teeth along her bottom lip, and she groans.
For the next twenty minutes, I keep up my slow, torturous touches until she’s absolutely writhing and shaking on top of me. I can no longer handle her hand on my shaft. I tug her hand away from my flesh and press it to my chest, right over my heart.
Her breath hitches at this, and her other arm goes around my neck. “Kharon,” she whispers. And then it’s all she can whisper, over and over. “Kharon. Kharon. Kharon.”
“Yes, my love,” I whisper back, “I am here. You have given up control so well. Would you like to come?”
She shudders. “I want you inside me.”
It is all I want, too. I want to be united with her. I want to be consumed by her.
My hands, wet with her essence that has scented the entire cabin, caress her waist. I lift her just enough so that my steel-hard shaft rises between us and shake as the tip of my cock makes contact with her drenched center.
Her legs widen even further to receive me, and I hold her inner thighs, my last pair of hands squeezing her beautiful ass.
And then, I dip inside her.
Both of us groan.
I drag my thumb against her spot, rubbing down against my shaft. As her mouth drops open and I feel her start to shudder with climax, I remove my thumb and slide in another inch.
The arm around the back of my neck cinches tight so that my face is right against her soft neck. Naturally, I take the opportunity to suckle her skin there, which makes her breath hitch as I squeeze her ass again, dragging her up and down my cock that is wet with her slick.
I breathe out raggedly at feeling her clutch around me.
“Do you want to come?” I ask.
She shakes on top of me, the hand around my neck fisting in my hair. “I want to come when you want me to come.”
I smile into her throat and bring my thumb back to her sensitive spot. “Then unleash your spasms, my love. Come.”
I rub my thumbs down against her spot, repeatedly and deeply. She responds, her back arching and a cry so high-pitched I doubt it’s audible to human ears ringing out in the cabin as her pussy squeezes and clenches around me, and she finally allows herself to tumble over that cliff at my command.
And tumble she does, falling and shuddering and shaking until she’s crying and thrusting on top of me, riding me as we—
I’m breathless as my own pleasure sweeps through me, biting down on my cheek to hold onto myself and focus on her pleasure as my legs shake with how good she feels on my shaft.
Because now that I’ve let her loose, she’s an absolute wild woman on top of me, her climax going on and on.
I thrust deep inside and massage her and know nothing in my life will eclipse these moments of being with her, of loving her—
And then I cannot hold back anymore. She is still shuddering on top of me, but with all my willpower, I lift her off my aching shaft and set her on the bench beside me. Then I fumble for the pack and, in desperation, yank out one of the wide-mouthed bottles we used for drinking.
I begin to jerk myself, aiming my tip towards the bottle. There’s simply not enough space for the mess I would make were I to explode—
“Let me,” Ksenia says, her voice needy. She reaches over from beside me. A little stunned, I drop my hand away as both of her hands replace mine. And my eyes roll back in my head as she pumps my shaft, strong and firm. Milking me. I can barely hold the bottle in another trembling hand as the pleasure lights up my spine.
Then she reaches down between my legs and squeezes my sack—
I cannot help the small cry as I erupt. Most of it makes it in the bottle.
After I finish, I cap the bottle with shaking hands, and Ksenia immediately climbs back into my lap, collapsing against my chest, her arms thrown around me.
