chapter four
Carino, are you awake?"
The lights were dim in the cabin, but Samantha was on the bed waiting for him. She'd bathed
that afternoon, Cero had brought her water, once the fresh water was replaced at the island.
She was wearing her clothes still, she wasn't brave enough to disrobe and wait for him.
"Carino, you do want me as much as I want you?" he kissed her, leaning over the bed.
Samantha wrapped her arms around his strong neck, opening her mouth to him, loving the feel
of his chest pressed into her body.
Martin kissed her gently, not wanting to scare her anymore. He traced her lips with his
tongue, then her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Samantha sighed, in his embrace.
He'd removed his boots before entering his cabin as usual, he lifted his head, and looked
into her eyes. " You are so beautiful Samantha, make love with me, let me make love to you."
"Si, Martin."
He kissed her deeply, moving his tongue into her mouth, lifting her body into his.
He kissed her eyes, her cheek, the spot below her ear, down her slender neck.
"So beautiful, cara."
He eased aside her blouse, making her gasp in pleasure as his mouth tasted her
breast. Her hands were holding his upper arm, her eyes closed, as he nuzzled her.
Martin, moved off her a moment to remove some of his clothing, he longed to feel
her softness against his skin. He slipped off her skirt, leaving in only a under garment.
Martin, moved in beside her, then returned to kissing, pressing his chest against her
breasts. " You feel like heaven cara, don't be afraid."
Samantha was trembling, but not entirely from fear, she was also aroused, wanting him,
needing him. " You're molto bello ..." she sighed not realizing she spoken out loud.
Martin loved her praise, he'd heard such words from lovers before, but he'd not been
a handsome young man, it wasn't until he'd matured that he'd reached his present
pleasing looks. Not that he believed complements, but he loved to hear praise true
of not. " Touch me cara, I crave your soft touch."
Samantha stoked a hand down his broad back, her fingers tracing over the muscles.
Martin continued to kiss her, pushing her hair off her face. He moved over her,
pressing his full erection into her groin. Samantha moved under his hardness, wanting
more, needing more. Martin rocked against her, her hands stroking his back, one
down the swell of his arm. He groaned and slipped a hand to her waist pushing down
her undergarment, testing her readiness for him. She was hot, wet and open.
He moved off her, sliding down his breeches. He was over her, thrusting gently,
"Relax, mei amourie, let me love you." he pushed forward, she was very tight.
"So sweet, so tight around me." he groaned again and waited a moment for her
to relax, kissing her, throat, her chin her mouth.
Martin thrust deeper, easing forward until he was mostly seated. Then back,
he built her need slowly, holding back his own pleasure until she exploded in hot
white sparks of joy. Crying out her climax reached.
"Ah, you have reached the stars little one, let go, fly high." He paused then began again,
build both his and her pleasure until he was thrusting his entire hard length to the hilt.
His breath roaring in his ears, he pumped over her, balancing his weight over her.
His hips working faster.
"Oh God, please...' she asked, not knowing what she needed exactly.
"Almost cara, just a little more," he thrust harder, deeper and felt his body reading for
the explosion. He withdrew the entire long distended length of his organ and rammed it
to the hilt. " God above, oaah." Martin ejaculated as Samantha cried out her second orgasm
reached. His body arched in a deep clench of pleasure as his cock emptied his seed. He'd
held back so long it took three spurts for his body to begin to relax. But still he was hard,
his cock buried deep, and fully aroused. This was not unusual for him, he was ever ready
for love making he'd once spent an entire day with his mistress when he'd returned from
a long voyage. But Martin eased back, slipped his arousal free of her.
"Martin, that was wonderful. You are wonderful."
"Grazie, cara." He kissed her cheek, moving to lay on his back, knowing he would
subside, soon.
Samantha moved to her side, tracing a hand over the hard rise of his chest. "You are so
powerful. May I touch you now Captain?"
'I am yours cara, use me was you wish." Martin closed his eyes and enjoyed her soft
touch, her fingers tracing over his muscles, stroking, testing.
But his eyes flew open again when her mouth closed over his nipple. "Ah, cara don't
tease me."
"Why is this teasing you?" Samantha lifted her head, she knew men liked to be touched
there and in lowered regions too, she'd just never done so herself.
"Cara a man's mistress may use her mouth on him in such a fashion, but never his wife."
"Can I be your mistress then?" Samantha asked and returned to his nipple, sucking and
licking, until it was a hard nub of male flesh. Martin's cock was still completely aroused.
And now it was throbbing, begging for attention from her tongue, her lips her mouth.
"Tell me what you want from me Captain, I want to please you?"
"Ah, sweet you must learn for yourself. But you might look lower for the answer."
Samantha looked down his body, she was unaware until then he was aroused, she didn't
know a man could become hard again so quickly. She heard tales like any young girl,
but didn't believe everything she heard. Martin was stupendo, his cock thick, long
and hard, arched up to his abdomen.
"Molto grande, you're so much." she touched his throbbing member with her hand.
Martin arched into her caress. "You're so hard, it feels like iron, your manhood."
"Ah, cara you're just not use to how a man feels. I'm very like other men."
"No, Captain, you're molto grande, I've seen other men. Even if I've not been with
them." Samantha caressed his length. Martin groaned at her soft caress. He wanted more
harder, he needed more friction. He reveled in her praise.
Samantha stroked him needing both hands to cover all of him, she increased the pressure,
he groaned deeper, she stopped. "I'm not hurting you?"
"No, cara I love your touch, more prego. You won't hurt me, if feels so good."
Samantha stroked, harder, loving the noises he was making, his hips lifting into her hands.
He was breathing in ragged gasps when he sat up and pushed her on to her back.
"Per favor cara, I need to mount you to finish." he traded places with her, and was
slipping his long throbbing cock between her legs and pumping in long strokes
before she realized his intent.
"Ah, so hot so tight." He thrust deeply, using long solid strokes to reach a climax
and still bringing her along for her third orgasm in less than an hour.
Martin was exhausted for the moment, but he didn't collapse on top of her. He waited
until his cock was done jerking, then slipped to lay beside her. Samantha was overcome
for the moment. He adjusted her against his side, stoking a hand over her hair.
"Is it always so wonderful?"
"It should be cara," he kissed her temple.
They both drifted into sleep.
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Carino, are you awake?"
The lights were dim in the cabin, but Samantha was on the bed waiting for him. She'd bathed
that afternoon, Cero had brought her water, once the fresh water was replaced at the island.
She was wearing her clothes still, she wasn't brave enough to disrobe and wait for him.
"Carino, you do want me as much as I want you?" he kissed her, leaning over the bed.
Samantha wrapped her arms around his strong neck, opening her mouth to him, loving the feel
of his chest pressed into her body.
Martin kissed her gently, not wanting to scare her anymore. He traced her lips with his
tongue, then her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Samantha sighed, in his embrace.
He'd removed his boots before entering his cabin as usual, he lifted his head, and looked
into her eyes. " You are so beautiful Samantha, make love with me, let me make love to you."
"Si, Martin."
He kissed her deeply, moving his tongue into her mouth, lifting her body into his.
He kissed her eyes, her cheek, the spot below her ear, down her slender neck.
"So beautiful, cara."
He eased aside her blouse, making her gasp in pleasure as his mouth tasted her
breast. Her hands were holding his upper arm, her eyes closed, as he nuzzled her.
Martin, moved off her a moment to remove some of his clothing, he longed to feel
her softness against his skin. He slipped off her skirt, leaving in only a under garment.
Martin, moved in beside her, then returned to kissing, pressing his chest against her
breasts. " You feel like heaven cara, don't be afraid."
Samantha was trembling, but not entirely from fear, she was also aroused, wanting him,
needing him. " You're molto bello ..." she sighed not realizing she spoken out loud.
Martin loved her praise, he'd heard such words from lovers before, but he'd not been
a handsome young man, it wasn't until he'd matured that he'd reached his present
pleasing looks. Not that he believed complements, but he loved to hear praise true
of not. " Touch me cara, I crave your soft touch."
Samantha stoked a hand down his broad back, her fingers tracing over the muscles.
Martin continued to kiss her, pushing her hair off her face. He moved over her,
pressing his full erection into her groin. Samantha moved under his hardness, wanting
more, needing more. Martin rocked against her, her hands stroking his back, one
down the swell of his arm. He groaned and slipped a hand to her waist pushing down
her undergarment, testing her readiness for him. She was hot, wet and open.
He moved off her, sliding down his breeches. He was over her, thrusting gently,
"Relax, mei amourie, let me love you." he pushed forward, she was very tight.
"So sweet, so tight around me." he groaned again and waited a moment for her
to relax, kissing her, throat, her chin her mouth.
Martin thrust deeper, easing forward until he was mostly seated. Then back,
he built her need slowly, holding back his own pleasure until she exploded in hot
white sparks of joy. Crying out her climax reached.
"Ah, you have reached the stars little one, let go, fly high." He paused then began again,
build both his and her pleasure until he was thrusting his entire hard length to the hilt.
His breath roaring in his ears, he pumped over her, balancing his weight over her.
His hips working faster.
"Oh God, please...' she asked, not knowing what she needed exactly.
"Almost cara, just a little more," he thrust harder, deeper and felt his body reading for
the explosion. He withdrew the entire long distended length of his organ and rammed it
to the hilt. " God above, oaah." Martin ejaculated as Samantha cried out her second orgasm
reached. His body arched in a deep clench of pleasure as his cock emptied his seed. He'd
held back so long it took three spurts for his body to begin to relax. But still he was hard,
his cock buried deep, and fully aroused. This was not unusual for him, he was ever ready
for love making he'd once spent an entire day with his mistress when he'd returned from
a long voyage. But Martin eased back, slipped his arousal free of her.
"Martin, that was wonderful. You are wonderful."
"Grazie, cara." He kissed her cheek, moving to lay on his back, knowing he would
subside, soon.
Samantha moved to her side, tracing a hand over the hard rise of his chest. "You are so
powerful. May I touch you now Captain?"
'I am yours cara, use me was you wish." Martin closed his eyes and enjoyed her soft
touch, her fingers tracing over his muscles, stroking, testing.
But his eyes flew open again when her mouth closed over his nipple. "Ah, cara don't
tease me."
"Why is this teasing you?" Samantha lifted her head, she knew men liked to be touched
there and in lowered regions too, she'd just never done so herself.
"Cara a man's mistress may use her mouth on him in such a fashion, but never his wife."
"Can I be your mistress then?" Samantha asked and returned to his nipple, sucking and
licking, until it was a hard nub of male flesh. Martin's cock was still completely aroused.
And now it was throbbing, begging for attention from her tongue, her lips her mouth.
"Tell me what you want from me Captain, I want to please you?"
"Ah, sweet you must learn for yourself. But you might look lower for the answer."
Samantha looked down his body, she was unaware until then he was aroused, she didn't
know a man could become hard again so quickly. She heard tales like any young girl,
but didn't believe everything she heard. Martin was stupendo, his cock thick, long
and hard, arched up to his abdomen.
"Molto grande, you're so much." she touched his throbbing member with her hand.
Martin arched into her caress. "You're so hard, it feels like iron, your manhood."
"Ah, cara you're just not use to how a man feels. I'm very like other men."
"No, Captain, you're molto grande, I've seen other men. Even if I've not been with
them." Samantha caressed his length. Martin groaned at her soft caress. He wanted more
harder, he needed more friction. He reveled in her praise.
Samantha stroked him needing both hands to cover all of him, she increased the pressure,
he groaned deeper, she stopped. "I'm not hurting you?"
"No, cara I love your touch, more prego. You won't hurt me, if feels so good."
Samantha stroked, harder, loving the noises he was making, his hips lifting into her hands.
He was breathing in ragged gasps when he sat up and pushed her on to her back.
"Per favor cara, I need to mount you to finish." he traded places with her, and was
slipping his long throbbing cock between her legs and pumping in long strokes
before she realized his intent.
"Ah, so hot so tight." He thrust deeply, using long solid strokes to reach a climax
and still bringing her along for her third orgasm in less than an hour.
Martin was exhausted for the moment, but he didn't collapse on top of her. He waited
until his cock was done jerking, then slipped to lay beside her. Samantha was overcome
for the moment. He adjusted her against his side, stoking a hand over her hair.
"Is it always so wonderful?"
"It should be cara," he kissed her temple.
They both drifted into sleep.
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