Chapter 8 What We Build #3
I gave her what she asked for until standing became work. Her raised leg trembled. Her hips began chasing my mouth, using me instead of merely receiving. I slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them forward while my tongue kept a steady rhythm over her clit.
"Fuck, Brewster."
Her voice went rougher with every stroke.
"More. I can take more."
I added pressure, pumping my fingers deep while I sucked. Her pussy tightened around them. Wetness coated my hand and ran across my knuckles.
Luna's free hand gripped the boat rail. The muscles in her stomach flexed. Her ass clenched in my palm.
"Don't stop," she said. "I'm close. Right there. Keep your fingers right there."
I held the angle and worked her harder.
Her first orgasm struck through her legs before it reached her voice. Both knees shook. Her pussy clamped around my fingers, and her hips jerked against my mouth as the cry tore out of her.
"Nash. Fuck. Yes."
I kept my tongue on her clit through every pulse. Her fingers twisted in my hair. She came wet and hard against my mouth, inner walls gripping and releasing around my fingers while her whole body fought to remain upright.
When the last strong tremor passed, I softened my tongue but didn't leave her. I kissed her clit, then licked slowly through the slick mess below it.
Luna pushed weakly at my forehead.
"Enough."
I gave her one more kiss.
"Brewster."
I looked up.
Her face was flushed, her lips parted, and satisfaction had turned her eyes glassy. Pride put a stupid edge on my grin.
"You look happy," I said.
"You look smug. Lie down."
I stood long enough to help her onto the padded deck. She reversed us before I could follow her down, planted one hand on my chest, and pushed me onto my back.
Luna straddled my thighs without taking my cock inside her. Her wet pussy rested just below it, leaving heat and slickness across my skin while she leaned forward and kissed me.
Her tongue searched my mouth, tasting herself there.
"You like eating your girlfriend's pussy?" she asked.
"I fucking love it."
The answer sharpened her smile.
She kissed down my chest and stomach, dragging her tongue through the lines of muscle. Her hand closed around my cock before her mouth reached it. She stroked once, gathered the wetness at the tip with her thumb, and looked at me while she licked it clean.
Then she took me into her mouth.
Heat closed around the head. Her tongue slid along the underside as she sank lower, one hand working the base in time with her mouth.
I groaned and gripped the edge of the sun deck.
Luna hummed around my cock, pleased by the sound. She took me deeper, backed off, circled the head with her tongue, then sucked hard enough to make my hips lift.
"Luna."
She looked up without releasing me.
Twin braids framed her face. Her lips stretched around my shaft. Her eyes held the same competitive spark she brought to the water, but there was no winner here. Just Luna deciding exactly how close she wanted to take me.
Her hand moved faster.
Pressure gathered low and sharp. My balls tightened. Every wet pull of her mouth dragged me closer.
"I'm going to come if you keep that up."
She gave me one last deep suck, then lifted her head.
A wet strand stretched from her lower lip to my cock.
Luna kept stroking me slowly while it broke across the tip.
"Tell me you want inside your girlfriend more than you want to come in her mouth."
"I want inside you so badly it fucking hurts."
Her grip tightened once. My whole body jerked.
"Good answer."
She released me before I crossed the edge and crawled up my body. Her pussy brushed my cock, slick enough that one careless shift would have put me inside.
Luna kissed me, let me taste myself on her tongue, and caught my lower lip between her teeth.
"Now," she whispered. "Fuck me."
I rolled Luna onto her back and moved between her legs.
She reached for my cock. I threaded my fingers through hers and pressed her palm to my chest.
"You had your turn."
"Bossy."
"Learning from the best."
I lifted her legs and settled them over my shoulders. The position opened her completely, wet pussy exposed, strong thighs bracketing my face.
The head of my cock rested at her entrance.
Luna looked straight at me.
"Don't make me wait."
I pushed forward.
Her pussy stretched around the head, then took the next inch. I went slowly despite her demand, watching the first sharp reaction cross her face as her body opened for me.
"More," she said.
I sank deeper.
"All of it, Nash."
I buried myself until my hips met her ass.
We both stopped.
Her pussy gripped me in hot, wet pulses left over from the orgasm I'd given her. Her legs tightened against my shoulders. My cock throbbed inside her, still dangerously close from her mouth.
"That's what I wanted," she breathed.
I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in.
Luna's cry carried across the empty cove.
I started deep and controlled, letting both of us feel the full length of every stroke. Her hands gripped my forearms. Her hips lifted to meet me, taking an active piece of the rhythm even with her legs raised.
"You spent all afternoon staring at my ass," she said between breaths. "Put those hands to work."
I shifted my grip beneath her hips and tilted her toward me.
The new angle drove me deeper.
Luna's head fell back. "Fuck. There."
I held her that way and increased the pace. Each time I drew back, her pussy clung to my cock before letting me go. Each hard return spread her wider and drove a wet, broken sound from her mouth. Luna watched the place where our bodies met for three strokes, then looked up with naked satisfaction.
"That's what I wanted you thinking about on my dock," she said.
"I was."
"Good. Now show me how bad you wanted it."
I drove into her hard enough to shift us across the cushion and used my grip beneath her ass to pull her back onto every thrust.
The padded deck creaked beneath us. The anchored boat rocked with every hard thrust. Her breasts bounced, nipples still flushed from my mouth, and sweat began shining across the muscles of her stomach.
"Harder," she demanded.
I gave her harder.
Her nails dragged down my arms. Her pussy squeezed every time I buried myself and tried to keep me when I pulled back.
"That's my Brewster," she gasped. "Don't you dare slow down."
I bent forward as far as her legs allowed and kissed her. Tongue, breath, teeth, the rough sounds neither of us could contain. The angle changed again when her knees pressed toward her chest.
Luna broke the kiss on a cry.
"Right there. Keep hitting that."
I did.
My thighs burned. Her body moved beneath me in tight, athletic rolls, meeting every drive. When her breathing shortened and her pussy began fluttering around my cock, I slipped one hand between us and pressed my thumb to her clit.
"Come on my cock, Sundance."
Her eyes opened and locked on mine.
I circled her clit and kept fucking her through the building tension.
"Nash, I'm..."
The sentence vanished.
Her second orgasm clamped down around me so hard my rhythm broke. Luna arched off the deck, mouth open on a raw cry, her pussy pulsing around my cock in strong waves. I held deep and worked her clit through it while her legs shook against my shoulders.
She came for a long time.
Every contraction dragged at the climax I was still trying not to give her. I gritted my teeth and stayed inside, moving only enough to extend her pleasure without losing control.
When she finally sagged back, she laughed once, breathless and wrecked.
"Still with me?" she asked.
"Barely."
"Good. I want the rest."
I lowered her legs and kissed each calf before letting them fall around my waist. She pulled me down, wrapped both arms around my shoulders, and kissed me until the tremors inside her eased.
"Turn us," she murmured. "I want to see you."
I withdrew enough to move safely and rolled us onto our sides without leaving the padded deck. Luna faced me and hooked her upper leg over my hip. I guided my cock back into her, and the angle changed everything.
We were closer now. Chests touching. Mouths inches apart. Her leg held me deep while my hand cupped her ass and pulled her into every stroke.
I moved slower.
Not gentler. Slower.
Each thrust pressed all the way through her, held for a beat, then dragged out with enough friction to make both of us shake.
Her pussy was oversensitive from two orgasms, and the slower pace made every ridge of my cock register.
Luna stopped breathing whenever I reached the deepest point, then let it out in a low moan as I withdrew.
Luna's fingers moved across my face and into my hair. She watched me watching her.
"This one," she whispered. "I want this one slow."
"Tell me if you need more."
"I'll always need more."
Her mouth curved, then softened when I kissed her. She drew my lower lip between hers, sucked it once, and rolled her hips through the next stroke. The small movement changed the pressure inside her. Her nails pressed into my shoulder.
"There," she whispered. "Keep coming back to that."
We found a rhythm that belonged to neither competition nor urgency. Her hips rolled with mine. Her pussy stayed swollen and slick around my cock. Every time I filled her, her leg drew me closer and her hand tightened at the back of my neck.
"I love you," she said against my mouth.
The words weren't a surprise. That made them better.
"I love you too."
I drove deeper. Luna moaned and pressed her forehead to mine.
"I love you when you're sweet," she said. "I love you when you tell me no. I love you when you look at me like you can't decide whether to kiss me or fight me."
"Usually both."
"I know."
She kissed me again, smiling into it, and the warmth lasted until I rolled my hips at a sharper angle.
Her smile broke into a gasp.
"Do that again."
I did. Slower on the way out, deep and firm on the way back in.
Luna's hand dropped between us and found her clit. She touched herself while I fucked her, eyes staying on mine as her body began tightening again.
The sight nearly ended me.
"You're close," she said.
"Very."