Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MIA
A little gasp escapes me as the entire mood shifts between us. While I shift to my knees, he pulls off his shirt, revealing tanned skin and toned muscles. His chest is a work of art, each ripple and indentation a testament to his strength.
My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but reach out and trace my fingers over the hard muscles. His eyes never leave me as I explore the dips and valleys of his impressive physique. His heart beats wildly beneath the surface of his skin, in perfect rhythm with the pounding of my own.
The hunger in his eyes matches the fire in my own. His thumbs lock beneath the waistband of his pants, his erection straining beneath the fabric.
“Do you want to see it?” His voice turns gravelly and raw.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to feel it?” He kicks off his shoes, eyes locked entirely on me.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Mia, your words…”
“What about them? ”
“You’re speaking my language.” He doesn’t explain, but I barely hear anything he has to say.
My eyes drink him in, this man who’s willing to give me everything I desire. His form is a sight to behold: muscular, bronzed, and radiating masculine power. I want to touch him, run my fingers down the lines of his impressive physique, and feel the sinewy tendons under his skin.
I reach for his pants, but he removes them with a swift motion. His erection springs free, pulsating with desire.
“Do you like what you see?” His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait to feel me fucking you?”
“I do, but first…” My eyes catch his steely gaze, and I flick my lips, too eager to take him in my mouth and watch him come undone.
“First, what?” His words come out harsh, half groan, half growl.
“May I…” My gaze flicks to his cock.
“You do that, and I’m going to come.”
“We have all night.” I’m not worried about him taking pleasure first. Something tells me Rigel will spend hours seeing to my pleasure, and I want this.
“Fuck, we do at that.”
I kneel on the bed while he slowly reaches out, grasping the back of my head. His fingers thread through my hair, firm and gentle, as he guides me to take his cock into my mouth.
I kiss the tip, my tongue darting out to taste the salty essence. He groans softly, his hips bucking slightly.
His hands hold my head, guiding me as I take him deeper into my mouth. I suck on him, and he thrusts forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. His groans become louder and more passionate, letting me know he’s close to losing control.
My fingers caress his turgid length, and he groans with pleasure. As I wrap my hand around his girth, a rush of pleasure and arousal courses through me. I grip him firmly, and he groans out my name. My breaths come out in small pants as arousal burns through me.
He gazes into my eyes, his own darkened with lust. Our breaths mingle, creating a hazy fog that envelops us in a cocoon of desire. His cock twitches in my mouth, his climax drawing near. I want to taste him, to feel his hot seed on my tongue.
Rigel is gorgeous, and I’m captivated by the way his muscles flex as he grips my head. The bulging veins in his cock seem to pulse in time with his heartbeat, calling out to me.
Slowly, I trace gentle circles along the sensitive head, savoring how his body responds to my touch. A bead of pre-cum forms at the slit, glistening at the tip.
The scent of his desire and arousal is intoxicating, flooding my senses.
I trace the veins and ridges of his cock with my fingers, feeling the pulsing energy emanating from him. It’s firm and hard, pulsing with life and need. He shudders under my touch, the tension building within him. Desire darkens his eyes, a hunger that mirrors my own.
“Your touch…” He tips his head back, groaning in pleasure as I explore his swollen length with my fingers.
I stroke him faster and harder until his breaths come out in small pants. Then, slowly, my gaze turns up to meet him staring down at me. I lean forward and kiss the tip. I lap up the bead of precum hungrily, savoring the salty, bittersweet taste that fills my mouth.
He thrusts his hips forward, desire and longing evident in every twitch of his muscles.
My lips, driven by hunger and longing, kiss their way up his shaft, meeting the pulsating head with tender yet firm suction. He groans, his body bucking against my mouth with each stroke. My tongue dances around the sensitive head, exploring every contour and ridge as it throbs with need. I savor the taste of his arousal, the bittersweet mixture that only serves to fuel my own desire. My hand tightens around his girth, my fingers gripping firmly as I continue my relentless rhythm.
His hips buck with increasing urgency, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. He’s close, and I want to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure first .
I increase my pace, my mouth enveloping him deeper with each stroke as his body quivers under my touch.
“ Fuuuuuck… ” His head tips back as he bites his lower lip, groaning with pleasure. “I can’t… I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
No way am I stopping.
I continue my relentless onslaught, savoring the taste of his release as it builds, somehow making it even hotter. He gasps, his body arching off the bed as he fights his release.
I want to make him lose control—need it from him.
Gripping him tightly, I jerk him in rhythm with my mouth: faster, harder, more insistent. His breaths are ragged, each one a plea, a demand. He trembles as he reaches the edge and teeters on the brink.
I slide my tongue under the sensitive head, drawing it into my mouth as I pull back, then thrust forward again. The sound of him moaning is music to my ears.
With a final, exquisite thrust, he cries out my name, and the tension within him finally releases. Hot, salty cum fills my mouth. My hand continues its relentless rhythm, driving him further over the edge until his body jerks spasmodically, spent and sated.
After his climax, Rigel collapses to his knees, panting heavily. I take a moment to catch my breath as well, my heart racing with excitement and desire.
“Mia,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from pleasure. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but you’re wearing far too many clothes.”
His words send a jolt of desire coursing through me. Our gazes lock, each daring the other to look away first, but neither of us does.
The cabin’s walls pulse with our combined energy, the room charged with an electric current that only we can feel.
He reaches for my shirt, helping to lift it over my head. As his hands explore, tracing the curves of my hips, skimming the rise of my ribs, I arch into his touch, craving more. Every nerve fires at once, igniting a wildfire within me .
“God, Mia…” His voice is strained and reverent as if he’s discovering something sacred.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.
“Now, it’s my turn.” His hot breath fans my desire.
He somehow flips me to my back, then drags me down the bed. The rest of what I’m wearing lands on the floor as he exposes me to his greedy gaze.
Looping my legs over his shoulders, he places the heat of his mouth on my inner thigh.
The world fades away as I’m consumed by the fire of his mouth. His lips, his tongue, his teeth… He’s claiming me.
The rush of his desire burns me.
The raw need that he displays makes me fly.
Rigel knows just what I need and delivers it with a vengeance. He slides his tongue up and down my slit, teasing and tasting me, making me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.
I claw at the sheets, my nails leaving long gouges in the fabric as I writhe beneath him.
He growls like a feral animal as he feasts on me, his mouth moving from my clit to my inner folds. His lips and tongue work in a skilled dance. I feel his hunger, the primal need that courses through him, and it makes me want him even more.
I arch my back, pushing my hips toward his mouth, wanting more of his attention. I’m soaking wet, my arousal slick and inviting. He laps it up, each flick of his tongue sending me closer to the edge. My breaths come out in short, sharp gasps, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Fuck—that’s it. Please, please don’t stop,” I beg, my voice breaks with passion.
He chuckles around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His hands, rough and calloused, grip my thighs, spreading me wide for him.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I claw at the sheets beneath me, trying to hold on to my sanity. My hips buck, thrusting against Rigel’s face, giving him exactly what he wants and more .
Then, he pushes his tongue inside me. I cry out in shock and pleasure, my orgasm building rapidly, the tension coiling tight within me. His tongue moves in and out, faster and deeper, driving me over the edge.
“You taste so good, Mia,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
He drives two fingers deep inside me, fucking me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless. My orgasm builds higher and higher until I let out a shrill cry as I come undone.
My body shakes uncontrollably under his skilled hands, but Rigel doesn’t stop. He knows I need more and gives it to me, driving me higher and higher until I’m soaring through the clouds. I gasp for air, my entire body trembling as a second orgasm crashes around the first.
Intense pleasure washes over me, leaving me weak and spent.
Finally, as I lie there, panting and shuddering from the intensity of our encounter, Rigel kisses me gently, his lips soft and warm on mine.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, still catching my breath.
“We’re not done yet.” His gaze locks on mine. “We’ve barely begun.”
As my aftershocks subside, he pulls away, dragging me back to the edge of the bed.
There’s raw hunger in his eyes. His primal instincts have been unleashed.
“Nothing can possibly feel better than that.” My words come out breathless.
“Oh, babe, me fucking you will feel a thousand times better.”
“I can’t wait.” I’m eager for more and know Rigel will deliver.
“Is that so?” He whispers, his voice rough and low.
“Yes,” I gasp, my skin tingling with anticipation.
With a smirk, he drags me back up the mattress, crawling over me until I’m spread out before him.
Skin on skin, we explore each other with an urgency that speaks of hunger long denied. Each caress is a word in a language only we understand, each kiss a sentence, building a story of passion and connection .
“Mia,” he growls, his voice low and raw. “I need to be inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”
His words send a shiver up my spine, and I reach for him, pulling him closer. There’s no room for fear—only this desperate need to be joined with him.
I nod mutely, unable to find words, but I don’t need them. Our connection is already whole and complete. He pauses to slip on a condom, and then I cry out as he enters me in one long thrust. The sensation is both painful and exhilarating. He’s all heat and tension, filling me completely.
My body doesn’t resist the intrusion but rather welcomes him, urging him deeper. He moves inside me, slow at first, then faster as the rhythm takes over. I wrap my legs around him, my hands gripping his shoulders, as we fall into a feral, primal dance.
Every thrust brings with it another surge of pleasure, and I inch closer to the edge. I want this to last forever, but I know it can’t.
“More. Please.” I gasp, urging him on, my legs wrapping around him once again, inviting him to lose himself in me as I have in him. “Harder.”
“Always,” he answers, his movements a testament to the desire we’re both helpless to resist.
I arch my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves inside me. It feels like every part of me comes alive, like I’m on fire.
His thrusts are hard.
Rough.
Possessive.
Claiming.
Marking me as his.
My breath hitches, the pain and pleasure mingling in a deliciously heady cocktail of sensation.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Mia,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. You belong to me now. Do you understand?”
I nod, my eyes locking with his. Our connection is unbreakable, unyielding .
His thrusts become more frenzied, his hips pounding into me harder and harder. I can feel him swelling inside me, his cock growing longer, thicker, more engorged, nearing his climax. I want to feel him come, to know that I’ve pleased him.
He whispers a litany of dirty words and urgent demands in my ear. Things he wants to do to me and me to him.
“Beg for it, Mia. Beg for what you want.”
“Please. Harder. Fuck me harder,” I beg, my body trembling with the intensity of my desire.
His thrusts become more forceful, his erection pounding against me with a wild, untamed ferocity. His dominant possession leaves me breathless and desperate for more.
“You’re mine, Mia,” he growls into my ear, his voice raw and primal. “My universe, my obsession, my everything. Say you belong to me.”
“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“Not good enough. Say you belong to me.”
He thrusts harder, his movements becoming more erratic, his body tightening with the anticipation of release. I want to feel him come and know I’m the source of the pleasure he so desperately craves.
“Say it,” he whispers in my ear, his voice a husky growl.
Our bodies move in perfect syncopation, lost in a world of our own. His grip on my hips tightens. His fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. Heat builds within me, a fiery inferno that threatens to consume me whole.
The room is filled with the sound of our bodies moving, the creaking of the bed, and the grunts and groans of our passion. The smell of our sweat mixed with the salty tang of our skin fills the air, heightening the sensory experience that is our lovemaking.
“Do you feel it?” he asks, his voice ragged and hoarse. “Do you feel me claiming you?”
I nod, my eyes locked on his, my body arching toward him as he thrusts deeper, his cock sliding against my most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me .
“Say it,” he commands, his voice fierce. “Say you belong to me.”
“I belong to you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our lovemaking.
His grip on my hips tightens even further as he thrusts harder, the force of his hips slamming against mine.
“Say it again,” he demands, his voice dark and dangerous.
“I belong to you,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time.
“Never forget it, and know that I belong to you as well.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “We belong to each other.”
His words send a shockwave of pleasure through me. It gathers in my core, then releases in a rush of intense pleasure. My entire body shakes with my release. When I recover, I move in rhythm with him, my body responding as though it has a mind of its own. We become one, our movements a dance of desire and carnal hunger.
His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing with the effort to hold back.
But he can’t fight it any longer.
His hips buck forward, thrusting deep inside me, an unstoppable force that threatens to consume us both. He thrusts one last time, his hips moving in a frenzied dance, his cock pulsating within me.
And then he releases, his body shuddering as he comes. The room is filled with the sound of our panting, our bodies still moving in a dance we can’t seem to break free from.
He collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We lie there, our bodies still connected, the aftershocks of our passion reverberating through us.
The weight of his words, the truth of them, settles deep within me.
We really do belong to each other, but only for the short duration of this cruise. We’re two souls locked in a passionate embrace, two hearts beating as one.
But this will end.
It brings a tear to my eye.
His heart thunders like a drum beneath my ear, a rhythm that speaks of life, of survival .
“Wow,” I breathe out, the word a feather in the heavy cabin air. “That was… incredible.”
“Understatement of the century.” His voice rumbles like gravel and silk, wrapping around me in the afterglow of our sex.
Our sweat-slicked bodies are a tangle of limbs, a testament to the fervor we’ve just shared.
His fingers trail up my spine, slow, deliberate. Goosebumps rise to meet his touch, and I shiver, not from cold but from a fire that refuses to be quenched. It’s more than lust; it’s a craving for the connection that pulses between us with every beat of our hearts.
“Your pulse,” he murmurs, “it’s racing like mine.”
“Is that surprise or satisfaction?” I tease, lifting my head to meet his piercing blue gaze.
“Both,” he admits, and there’s a vulnerability in his admission that catches me off-guard. It’s a mirror to my own thoughts, the realization that this is uncharted territory for both of us.
“This feels like…” Words fail me. I’m totally incapable of describing what I feel.
“Like the start of something real,” he finishes for me, pulling me closer. His arms are a fortress; within them, I find a security I didn’t know I was seeking.
We stay entwined, our breathing slowly easing.
“Stay with me,” he says, not a question but a plea spoken against my hair. “Spend the night with me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I promise, knowing that whatever comes next, we face it together.
“Love, you’ve either got to stop saying things like that or accept what comes next.”
“What does that mean?”
“Only that I have much to teach you.” His low chuckle vibrates the air in the room.