They're screwed if they get caught. Completely and utterly screwed.
As a Captain, he wouldn't even know what to do himself if he caught
someone else in this current situation. & the fact that they were now
prisoners the Russian ship. Kill them? Separate them? Or worse?
Ruskov could damage her. This will have to be quick, even if he didn't
WANT it to be quick. Tom wants it to be the way he wants it. On his
terms.
His shoulders are are long, he's a tall man, he can practically see her
roll her face into shoulder, mouth coming up to place kisses across
any exposed skin he can possibly find. Her ass rubbing against his
aching length, cursing under his breath. She was toying with him. If
she keeps it up, he'll explode before they even begin.
Taking his free hand to his length, aligning it up to her center and he's
filling her completely. Eyes rolling, a low groan escaping him.
'Christ,'
It's muffled, hand coming up to her hip gripping it tightly, pulling her
closer as he rolls his hips back and fourth finding a steady rhythm for
a moment, dragging his thrusts slowly letting the sensation build up.
As if it wasn't already. He's growing impatient, the desire completely
washing over him, fingers pressing into her skin his movements getting
deeper, and harder.
XXXXX
She feels him shift behind her and she's anxiously awaiting the delicious
intrusion she knows will come. She arches her back, opening herself up to
him as best she can, her jeans still around her legs. She knows it'll be a
tight fit but she's not complaining. She's so worked up, she thinks she
might come again as soon as he enters her. She's dying to see if she might.
And then he's sliding inside her, stretching her, filling hercompletely and
she bites down on his arm to keep from making any sound. Because oh
how she wants to. His cock hits every spot, fills her to the brim and she can
already tell by the fit that she's not far off from another incredible orgasm.
He feels amazing, and so does his hand on her hip, fingers digging into
her skin. She keeps her back arched, meeting his thrusts, the friction of
him sliding in and out mixed with her legs bound tightly together by her
jeans is enhancing the sensations. She naturally wants to spread her legs
for him but she can't and something about that makes this hotter.
She takes a chance and entwines her fingers in the hand by her head. She
needs something to hold on to, to squeeze because otherwise she'll be
crying out momentarily. She feels that burn start again in her lower
abdomen, and she's welcoming his deeper, harder thrusts, small moans
and whimpers escaping her.
"Fuck, Tom,"
It comes out as a hiss, and she's so close, but can't get enough.
She wishes they had more time.
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He can't remember the last time he's ever had his blood flowing this
quick before, his heart hammering against his chest. The anticipation
was good, but this? Oh this was so much better than what he could
ever imagine.
Rachel is tight, tighter then a woman could possibly be. He supposes,
they were out in the sea for 4 months, and then some after that. Her
tightness just welcomes him even more, he wants her even more. &
now he has her. On a limited time frame. With each pull and push with
his hips, it's a sore position. He would've preferred her on her back,
or on top– but it'll do. He's sinking lower and lower, wallsalready
getting tight, and he's groaning out into her hair, intosomething.
He needs something different— his hand releases her hip, and wraps
around her thigh, and lifting it slightly so her leg is propped up, easier
access, his hips rolling into a completely naturalpassionate rhythm.
They're not going to last any longer. He's not going to last. She's cursing
out, whispering his name. He moans again, pumping into her harder and
harder, hues closing as the sensation overpowers him.
XXXXX
When he lifts her leg, she knows she's done for. He slides deeper now,
further into her than before, and he moved his hips with such ease that
she's overcome with pleasure. She licks and nips at the arm under her
head, holding his hand so tightly.
She feels her toes start to curl and she's trying to memorize everything
about how he's filling her, how he feels inside her from tip to base, because
she knows it'll be over too soon. She turns her head, trying to catch him,
his lips, wanting to taste him again. Next time–if there ever should be
such a thing, and she damn sure hopes so, though she's not holding her
breath, he has a wife she refuses to think about–she wants him on top of
her, so she can hold him and kiss him like she wants to.
She doesn't even feel the pain in her hip from the hard ground, the
dampness under them, and doesn't think about the guard. She can only
focus on what it feels like to be against him, his manhood wrapped up
inside her warmth.
Her insides start to quiver and she's dying to take him with her, He's
always in control, always in command. She wants to feel him lose it.
Because he's certainly capable of taking her there.
XXXXX
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He's chanting it in his head, simply because
he can't voice it. The moment her leg is at an angle, he's easing right
into her, she's biting at his arm and she's driving hi y. His
fingers are locked with her own, not letting go.
His thrusts are growing faster, the slickness between them was almost
unbearable. His chest is burning, the desire in him was so strong, he
almost forgot what it was LIKE. Tom feels her sweet lips against his,
tongue sliding across her lower lip, tasting sinfully delicious. Teeth nip
just lightly at her lip, pulling it between his teeth, and then capturing
her into another deep kiss.
It was there. He was close. She was close. His hand eases her leg back
down, while he slides his arm across her torso to find her sweet little clit,
his middle finger grazing at it before he circles the bud, his cock sliding
in and out of her so smoothly, he was starting to become breathless,
her walls caving in around his length, pumping into her, a deep groan
escaping him eyes rolling back into his head as his orgasm crashes right
into him.
XXXXX
His kiss leaves her breathless and she didn't realize how much she was
missing it until his lips are on hers. That can't be a good sign. She needs
his kisses like she needs the air she can't quite seem to get into her
lungs, but honestly, she wants his kisses more. And as he nips at hers
and then drowns her completely with his mouth, she'd prefer these to
air any day.
Her legs rest back together and she whimpers, her head falling back
against his arm because there's so much friction again. His arm around
her waist is welcome and wanted, and as soon as his skilled finger slides
over her sensitive bud once…twice…she's gone, squeezing him inside her,
milking him for all he's worth, because goddamn all she wants is him
buried deep inside her as she lets go.
His groan tells her he's there too, and the sound elicits a sweet moan from
her own lips, followed by another rush of wetness between her legs and the
unnerving clenching of her tightness around him. It comes in waves, and
she can't catch her breath, her legs shaking, her toes curling. God he feels
incredible and she can't think of anything else but his name in her mind
being repeated over and over, wishing she could praise him out loud
because he deserves to know how fucking outstanding he's making her
feel. Has she ever felt this good, come this hard? She can't be sure.
She lets one slip out amidst her moment of weakness, her head leaning
back into his, her back pressing firmly into his chest as she tries to find
the proverbial ground in this moment. It's hushed and frantic.
"fuck, Tom"