Page 46 of The Christmas Summons
His voice drifts off as my hand finds his neck. He has never wanted to be choked, but he loves the feeling of being controlled, even when he’s topping, and a simple hand necklace always does the trick.
Nestling the edge of his ear, I ask, “Do you need any more lubrication, darling? Or are you still good?”
I could feel, rather than see, his smile. “I’m perfect,” he answers, arching his back, pushing his ass against my growing cock.
After the reception, once everyone went to their individual cabins, Gael and I tore into each other. First, he docked me and held my cum until he could push his cock into my waiting mouth. Then he fucked me and I fucked him, and now I need him again.
Permission granted, I slip inside him, loving how slick he already is from cum and leftover lube. “I don’t know if I have another one in me, I just have to be inside you,” I say, gently thrusting into him.
“Same. I love how you feel.”
The stars are now a field of diamonds and the crystal-clear ocean dictates our rhythm, the slick sounds of me moving inside his body coordinating with the gentle lapping waves in front of us. Firming my fingers around his neck, I use my free hand to stretch and play with his foreskin until he’s fully erect. The salt air is heady with the scent of our sex.
We continue like that for a while, turned on but not desperate, connected but not trying to orgasm, soft and hard all at once. Neither of us wanting this moment to end.
While I hadn’t intended to come again, the tight clench of his body around me is too much. I roll us over, fucking him into the plush cushions.
“Gael,” I moan on a hard, grinding thrust. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Me either,” he whispers, pushing against me as I grip his shoulders and angle for that perfect place inside him.
We grunt and cry out through our shared releases, and I collapse on top of him, knowing how much he loves his weighted sex blanket. When we finally separate, we laugh at our mess and I wipe down the cushions with my shirt while he wades into the ocean, naked and dripping with my spend.
Laughing, I join him, and we hold each other, kissing as the waves wash over our hips.
Rinsed clean, Gael takes my hand and leads me back to the shore, where we walk on the private beach, sand between our toes.
“Thank you for being patient with me,” he says, stopping to look out over the moonlit water.
I wrap my arms around his warm body, pulling him close. “You were worth the wait.”
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