33. TIAGO
TIAGO
‘I’ll be taking this,’ I say, relieving Jules of her bag as we step onto deck.
‘What? Why?’
‘This is a bikini-free boat.’
Above her sunglasses, her eyebrows draw together. ‘Since when?’
‘Since you got on board.’
‘Don’t you share it with your sister?’
She has the memory of a freaking elephant. ‘It’s a new rule.’
‘What if I burn my nips?’
‘Then I will personally massage aloe vera on them for as long as it takes. Hours. Days.’
‘Wow, the service here is insane – but you’re out of luck.’ She takes off her dress in one go, revealing a very tiny bikini. It’s red and black, and fastened by delicate bows. I like it, sure, but I’d like it better gone. I work quickly and both parts are untied before she can say ‘Ahoy’.
‘You have staff,’ she hisses, frantically trying to hold the flimsy pieces in place.
‘They’ve seen much worse,’ I mutter under my breath.
I wait until the crew are out of sight and we’re drifting out of port before I make my move on this insanely hot woman who’s squeezing her titties so much they’re flowing over the top of her fingers.
‘You were saying about nips?’ I prompt, whipping the fabric away.
‘Tiago!’
‘It’s fine,’ I shush her. ‘They can’t see down here.’
‘How many people work on this thing?!’
‘It doesn’t matter. Just shut up and enjoy being seduced by this Latino. Latinos invented sex, you know.’
She scrunches her face up. ‘I don’t think that’s true.’
Enough talking. I pull her to me and crush her lips to mine before she can chicken out. She tastes like cherry lip balm and I eat it up. It isn’t long before she melts into me and her fingers brush the top of my shorts.
‘I have a surprise for you,’ I breathe against her lips.
‘If it’s your dick, nothing about it could surprise me. I’ve had it everywhere.’
I laugh into her mouth, filing that comment for later. I’m sure it could still surprise her somehow. ‘It’s not. I’m making up for Barcelona.’ I reluctantly break away and go to my own bag.
She chuckles under her breath and I have to forcibly stop myself abandoning the surprise and wrapping her around me. ‘You’ve already paid me back on, like, four occasions.’
I flash my teeth. ‘Lucky number five.’
‘And you’ve given me three orgasms already this morning.’
I ignore her protests, keeping her present behind my back. ‘Lie on the bed.’
She looks, confused, around the deck and I nod at the double sun lounger behind her, towels neatly rolled on top. With the grace of a British queen, she sits her naked butt down and crosses her legs, feet pedalling slowly, expectant.
I can’t wait to drill every ounce of grace out of that woman.
My gift is a long clear tube with a suction cup at one end, and the surprise in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what it is.
‘Have you ever used one of these before?’ I ask, coming closer.
She shakes her head but there’s temptation in it. She needs no instruction, leaning back and widening her legs. I arch over her for a slow, drugging kiss, my fingers reaching down to feel how ready she is. Sweet Jesus, she needs no foreplay.
I cup the pump over her pussy so it’s nice and snug. She reaches to take the compression bulb and I push her hand away.
‘I thought you were making up for Barcelona,’ she says with an adorable frown.
I grin. ‘I am.’
I start slow, squeezing intentionally but not hurriedly.
The cup’s clear and we both watch her swell, forgetting to breathe.
Holy shit I’m a dead man. This toy’s all about patience but that’s not something I have a ton of right now.
I’m almost poking through my shorts. I settle for massaging her skin around the cup – the tops of her thighs, her hips, her ass cheeks.
God, she’s fucking fine. I move the toy up and down to work her clit, careful not to disturb its pressure, and she rolls her head back.
She’s getting so big that every time I amp it up a notch, she flinches.
Her breathing’s raggedy, sawing in and out.
‘You ok?’ I ask.
‘Yeah,’ she says, more air than word, and I can’t hold on any longer. I cradle the back of her head and kiss her hard. Greedy hands tug at me eagerly, working up the back of my neck, pulling me towards her.
She grabs my head and says the greatest words a man can hear: ‘Fuck me in the arse.’
I don’t need to be told twice. I’m naked in a heartbeat, shorts bunched around my feet.
She slowly turns on all fours. Her pussy’s so fat it fills the cup, crushing against the clear plastic, her juice leaking all over.
My mouth’s dripping. I give the bulb a small squeeze and she moans, her toes curling.
I grasp her sweet ass and pull it into my hardness so she can feel what her sounds are doing to me.
My little finger brushes her bud and pushes inside. My dick presses into her leg as I swap in my index finger. Her ass is squeezing around it like it’s begging to be filled. When I add a second finger, she gasps and dips her head low.
‘You alright there?’ I say, smoothing my hand up and down her back.
‘My skin’s so tight,’ she rasps. ‘It feels so good.’
My cock’s a little bigger than this, so I keep stroking her until her muscles relax beneath my palms. I put the bulb down so I don’t get tempted to squeeze – the cup’s already almost bursting off – roll a condom on, and enter her slowly to the sound of her groaning.
I want to lose myself in her tightness, because fuck me is she tight, but this is a team sport.
‘Too much?’ I ask when I’m almost seated.
She shakes her head.
‘I need words, Julie.’
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, then punishes me by clenching. Hard.
I grab her hips to steady myself, narrowly avoiding pre-cumming like a virgin. ‘FUCK.’
I guess it’s time to go through the timeline of US presidents.
Before I’ve even got to Thomas Jefferson, she starts moving and holy hell it’s too soon. I’m grabbing her with rough hands, trying and failing to stop watching her take my dick. I think my brain’s going to explode.
Yes, presidents. James Madison. James Monroe. John Quincey Adams. Andrew Jackson. Who’s next? Oh yeah.
She suddenly stops. ‘Did you just call me Marta?’ Jules says, looking over her shoulder at me.
I think you’ll find it was Martin Van Buren, but that’s probably weirder. ‘Er…’
To distract her, I give the bulb the tiniest of squeezes and she lets out an animalistic noise. Her pussy will be the size of my fist by now. To hell with calming myself down; my patience has run its course. I want to see it right now.
I give her ass a pinch. ‘I think you’re ready.’
She looks between her legs, hair falling onto the bed. ‘You think?’
‘Do you wanna do the honours?’
‘I…’
I carefully draw out to let her turn over.
She looks up at me, eyes wild with excitement. She’s literally the perfect woman. ‘Ready?’
‘Wait!’ I sprint inside to discard the condom. When that cup comes off, I can’t be held accountable for how quickly I shove my guy into it, and UTIs are for amateurs. ‘Ok, ready.’
She embeds her fingers under the plastic and slowly, so slowly, eases it off.
The sight of those swollen lips falling out of the cup genetically alters something in my brain.
Flushed dark pink and blossoming wide for me.
Her clit’s almost triple the size. She reaches down to touch herself, in disbelief that she could be so big.
I start with barely there strokes over her clit to show her how sensitive she is.
Her whole body tenses. The tips of my fingers gently glide over her folds.
My tongue is probably too much at this stage – she’s too raw.
I run my hand across it and it jiggles like Jell-O. I’m looking at every man’s dream.
‘Do you like me touching your fat pussy? Do my fingers feel good, baby?’
‘Uh-huh,’ she breathes.
‘Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck your big pussy?’
She groans and throws her hair back.
I start tracing her slit and slide one finger inside.
Shit, the pump’s made her even tighter. I imagine I’m using my dick as I add a second finger.
Her eyes roll back in her head and my dick couldn’t be any stiffer if I tried.
I pick up the pace, driving in and out, rubbing her giant clit with my thumb.
She reaches for my cock but I push it away.
This isn’t about me. I want her and her swollen pussy to cum on my hand.
And it doesn’t take long.
She’s grinding her hips and whimpering under her breath and trembling all over and just when I think she might pass out, her back arches off the bed. I want her to scream her orgasm into the open sea, but my girl’s too polite for that, and I kind of love her for it.
She looks totally spent as she quivers through the last of the aftershocks, and knowing I did that tugs at something carnal in me.
But there’s no rest for the wicked. I pull back and line up in front of her.
I rub my dick through her soaked folds and her moan’s exhausted.
She feels unbelievable, all soft and pillowy.
I could eat that pussy for hours. Precum leaks from my tip and I massage it in, marking my territory.
I could do this forever. Before I can get hypnotised, I roll on a clean condom and enter her.
The pump’s made her pussy so freaking taut, and coupled with the sight of her folds shuddering with each stroke, there’s no way I’ll last long.
I capture her clit between my fingers and work it as gently as I can, but I’m a mess.
My other hand caresses her titty. It’s deliciously heavy; my hand doesn’t even cover half.
Jules is writhing beneath me, eyes half-lidded, hips knocking up to meet me.
I lean over to capture her mouth and thrust harder, feeling her perfect pussy kiss each stroke.
Her sex spasms, on the edge of release, and I let it all go. I spill my cream and she takes it like a fucking champion, moaning into my mouth as her orgasm reaches its peak. I keep going and going, dragging it out for her as much as I can, until a hand reaches my chest and gently pushes me up.
‘I can’t do any more,’ she gasps.