I tore my lips away from his only long enough to breathless say, “The ship...”
“It’ll be fine.”
And then he was kissing me once more. Our tongues tangled together, hands desperately grabbing at any bare skin they could find. One of mine caught the edge of his shirt, pulling it up so I could lay my palm flat against his abdomen. His muscles were hard beneath my hand, flexing. My other hand touched his corded bicep.
“My love...” he whispered into my ear. His teeth grazed my earlobe before lowering. His tongue brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, my jaw, before claiming my lips once more.
And they were his to claim. There was no doubt in my mind.
His. Theirs.
Mine.
Dair pulled back suddenly, balancing over me on his elbows. His tender eyes traced my features reverently.
“Tomorrow, things are going to be different,” he told me. “I’m going to be different. But my feelings for you are not going to change, do you understand?”
His words brought more confusion than understanding, but I nodded anyways. His lips twitched slightly, but my answer was apparently sufficient enough. Or his need matched my own.
His look of amusement was replaced by one of veneration.
With a desperate gasp, he pulled my lips into a bruising, possessive kiss. I rivaled his own neediness by ripping at his shirt so I could touch more of his skin.
Each of his muscles was defined, a delicious trail of golden hair leading into the waistband of his pants.
Movements jerky, he helped me out of my shirt and bra, sitting back for a moment to admire me. My stomach fluttered at the heated look in his eyes, and any self-consciousness dissipated in that moment.
He was mine, as surely as I was his.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered in awe. His tongue took its time memorizing each crook and crevice of my body. My back arched when he sucked on my nipple, his hand leaving my hips to knead my neglected breast.
His lips moved down my stomach, tongue swirling in my belly button, before he reached my pants. Meeting my eyes, he pulled the pants and then my panties off my legs. I lifted my ass to help him remove them completely.
Bare in the moonlight, I didn’t feel vulnerable. The way he stared at me went beyond mere love. I would almost describe it as worshipful...and that scared the crap out of me. I didn’t deserve to have a man as good as Dair look at me with such warmth and love. It very nearly took my breath away.
His hot breath hit my dripping wet core, and I whimpered.
I was so needy, so ready for him.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, one finger settling in my slick folds. His finger had just barely begun its ministrations before it was replaced by his hot mouth.
All coherent thoughts fled from my mind as Dair devoured me. My hips bucked of their own accord, desperate to ride Dair’s face. His tongue and teeth nipped at my bundle of nerves, alleviating the ache only slightly. I was seconds from the impending explosion, seconds from losing myself in his mouth.
The second I would’ve crumbled over the edge, he lifted his lips from my core and captured my mouth in another searing kiss. I tasted myself on him, a fact that nearly sent me spiraling.
He pulled away, briefly, and I heard the sound of his pants being removed. I had only a second to appreciate his long, golden length before it was sheathed inside of me.
I moaned at the sensation, the one of being too full yet not full enough.
“Dair,” I whispered. I needed him to move, to send me crashing and tumbling over that edge. I needed it more than I needed air to breathe.
I had given him everything, and I wanted him to do the same.
“My love,” he whispered, eyes pinched closed. Pure, unadulterated pleasure crossed his face. That look alone was nearly my undoing. It told me everything he wasn’t saying.
“Move,” I ordered breathlessly.
Dair complied, slowly moving his hips. He wanted our first time to be slow and sensual, but that soon changed. He couldn’t seem to control himself as fucked me relentlessly, tiny spurts of air leaving his lips.
“Yes, yes,” I shouted into the night air. Each buck of his hips sent me closer to that edge. He lifted my legs suddenly, angling himself so he was deeper inside of me. The tip of his cock pounded my clit, and I cried out.
I pulled his lips to mine in a feverish kiss, desperate to feed both his and my insatiable hunger.
I reached the precipice with a loud scream, my orgasm shuttering around me. Dair continued to move inside me relentlessly until he, too, spilled his seed. I shuddered in his strong, powerful arms, my body depleted of any and all energy.
“Fuck,” I whispered. Dair chuckled breathlessly, planting a kiss on my bare shoulder. He was still inside of me, and I could already feel him getting hard once more. In the next moment, he had his strong forearms beneath my ass hoisting me up and his mouth on my clit, sucking and licking.
It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I placed my hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance as he expertly held me in the air, devouring my pussy.
Minutes later, I exploded into his eager mouth, and he lapped up every last drop. Through it all, his strong arms didn’t waver once…though I was not a light girl by any means. Spent, I collapsed into his arms, and he pressed a kiss to my temple.
“I love you, Z. More than I have ever loved anyone or anything before.” His words were earnest. Beautiful.
His hand stroked my sweat-soaked hair as he held my eyes. I knew he wasn’t expecting a reply, but I wanted to