In Deep Waters: Cruising The Seas Part 8

"I don't want to hurry." Angela sucked on West's lower lip, easing off on her c.l.i.t but keeping her finger on it. "I love the way you kiss too much to stop right now."

"Then don't." West dipped her tongue in and out of Angela's mouth, teasing her. "You know I can take a lot of c.l.i.t play before I lose it." As if to prove it, West guided Angela's finger lower, coating it with the thick come that pooled between her legs, then guiding Angela's finger around her c.l.i.t in lazy circles. The muscles in her inner thighs quivered as her c.l.i.t lengthened and grew stiff. "I like it when you work me up."

Jill took two stumbling steps into the room before blurting, "I should go."

She didn't sound too convincing, and Angela saw that she had her hand in her bikini bottoms and was busy fingering her c.l.i.t, the bulge of her knuckle making short, fast circles beneath the bright yellow material.

"I've got a better idea." Angela smiled at Jill's dazed expression. "Why don't you finish yourself off with West's c.l.i.t in your mouth? Would you like that?"

"Oh yes," Jill murmured, staring with wide eyes at Angela's and West's fingers teasing West's c.l.i.t simultaneously.

"Come suck her, then, but try not to make her come. Just make her feel nice for as long as you can."

When Jill hesitated, West inched closer to the side of the bed and spread her thighs wide. "It's okay. I'd really like it if you went down on me."

Jill rushed the last few feet and collapsed to her knees, her hands automatically clutching West's thighs. Their eyes met for a second before Jill delicately spread West's c.u.n.t open with both hands.

"What do you like?" Jill asked, wetting her lips with her tongue. Her eyes were fever bright and eager.

"She likes to be sucked pretty hard," Angela said before West could answer. "But stop and lick her for a minute every once in a while so she doesn't get off right away." She curled against West's side again and kissed her. "Okay, baby?"

Instead of answering, West tangled her fingers in Angela's hair and tugged her head back so that she could thrust her tongue deep into her mouth. She shuddered at the first hot brush of Jill's mouth over her c.l.i.t and whispered against Angela's lips, "Whatever you want, remember?"

"I want to kiss you while you come in her mouth." Angela sucked West's tongue back into her mouth, teasing and playing with it, then darting her own into the warm inner recesses of West's mouth. The only sound other than their harsh breathing was Jill's quiet moaning as she sucked. Finally, Angela released West's tongue long enough to look down at Jill. Her eyes were closed, one hand kneading the swollen blood-flushed edges of West's c.u.n.t lips, the other rubbing her own p.u.s.s.y. Her mouth was s.h.i.+ny with pearly come.

"Doesn't she have a great c.l.i.t?" Angela asked.

"Mmm. Mmm," Jill responded, shaking her head, her lips still fastened to West's c.l.i.t.

The vibration shot through the core of West's c.l.i.t and into her stomach. She jerked. "Jesus."

Laughing, Angela ran her tongue delicately along the inner surfaces of West's upper lip and then her lower. She rubbed West's tense stomach in small, light circles with one hand and started masturbating herself to the same rhythm with the other. "Mmm, you like this, don't you?"

"I like everything you do to me."

"Oh yeah?" Angela went back to stroking West's lips with the tip of her tongue, one hand still buried deep in her own wet c.u.n.t. "You like this?"

"You've got the greatest mouth." West fought to focus on Angela's dreamy eyes. She sucked the tip of Angela's tongue lightly, stiffening as Jill unintentionally pulled on her c.l.i.t at just the same moment, mirroring the motion. "Oh f.u.c.k."

Angela smiled against her mouth. "Is she doing you nice, baby?"

"Yes," West gasped, gripping Angela's breast. It was heavy and hot, and when Jill swept the length of her c.l.i.t with her tongue, she squeezed Angela harder than she intended.

Angela whimpered and pushed her c.u.n.t against West's leg, rubbing her crushed c.l.i.t faster. "Tell me. Tell me what she's doing to you."

West worked Angela's nipple into a tight, hard ball between her fingers, arching her neck as Angela sucked at her throat. "She's sucking me just like you told her to-slow and hard... uh... starting at the bottom and sliding all the way out to the head." As she spoke, Jill repeated the motions on her c.l.i.t. West pumped her hips insistently, trying to get more of her c.l.i.t into Jill's mouth.

"G.o.d it makes me hot." The bed rocked as Angela rode West's leg in short, hard thrusts, her fingers holding her c.l.i.t. "I love to hear her suck you. What else? What else is she doing?"

"Uh... she's got the tip of her tongue under the hood and she's sucking ... oh, Jesus..." West wrenched her head away as Angela bit her neck and Jill tongue-whipped her c.l.i.t. "f.u.c.k, she's good."

Angela dug her nails into West's stomach, and when West twisted her nipple sharply in response, she tried to pull free. "Stop it! You'll make me come."

West couldn't hear anything above the screaming ache in her c.l.i.t. She kept tormenting Angela's nipple with one hand and grabbed the back of Jill's head with the other, forcing Jill's mouth tightly against her c.u.n.t. "Jesus, Jill, suck me harder. I want to get off."

"Me, too," Angela whimpered, thrusting her tongue into West's mouth as she thumbed her c.l.i.t back and forth and drove her fingers in and out between the swollen folds of her p.u.s.s.y. West sucked Angela's tongue harder. Angela moaned into her mouth.

Jill abruptly stopped sucking and West yelled, "Oh man, don't quit now! I'm about ready to shoot like a rocket."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jill wailed against West's c.l.i.t. "I can't help it. I'm going to come!" She writhed and rubbed her cheek frantically in West's c.u.n.t. "Oh. I'm coming. I'm coming!"

"G.o.d!" Angela cried, the sound of Jill coming setting her off.

West's thighs clenched as she stared down at Jill, her hard c.l.i.t pounding as Jill ground her face into it while she came. "f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k!" She let go of Angela's breast and grabbed Jill's head with both hands, trying to get Jill's mouth back around her c.l.i.t. "f.u.c.k, baby," she gasped, desperately searching Angela's hazy eyes. "I'm going to lose it if she keeps doing that."

"Come with me, honey," Angela pleaded. "Now, honey, now."

West howled and came in Jill's face. Angela whined and squeezed spasm after spasm from her gus.h.i.+ng c.u.n.t. Jill found West's pulsing c.l.i.t while it was still pumping and sucked it in, sending West off again with a hoa.r.s.e shout.

When their last mingled cries of pleasure drifted off, Angela snuggled against West's shoulder. Wrapping an arm around West's middle, she gave a contented sigh. "Good, honey?"

"Better than good." West kissed Angela's forehead, one hand still tangled on Jill's hair. "You okay, Jill?"

Her face slack with pleasure, Jill pillowed her face against West's stomach and fondled West's still-hard c.l.i.t. Drowsily, she sighed, "Oh yes. I'm really glad you invited me to share your cabin."

West and Angela covered Jill's hand with both of theirs and said simultaneously, "What else are friends for?"

Right Here, Right Now Karin Kallmaker "Did you think I was going to let you get away with that?" My girlfriend's hoa.r.s.e whisper in my ear as we hurried down the stairs to our stateroom was everything I could have wanted. The woman coming up the stairs gave us a strange look, probably because the words sounded threatening and my girlfriend did appear to be almost chasing me. I would have been moving even faster had I not been wearing white patent stilettos and managing my floor-sweeping toga.

Halfway down we got a completely different once-over from the butch lead guitarist of that rock band. She and my girlfriend must have exchanged split-second glances, too, because the guitarist looked at me again, and I was pretty sure if her eyes could have undone the single clip keeping my toga on one shoulder, they would have. It wasn't a come-on to me, but a compliment to my butch . . . just one of those things they do. When we'd booked the cruise she'd been afraid the femme-laden brochures meant she would be "odd boi out," but there were enough buzz cut butches for her comfort level. She looked smas.h.i.+ng in a toga knotted on both shoulders, and with plain leather sandals, every inch a serious Roman senator. I'd decided to play the part of the very naughty Messalina.

We skittered around the final corner to our stateroom, and I could hear she had the key out already. A friend of mine thinks commitment means boredom. She'd p.r.o.nounced that couples were guaranteeing themselves a life of predictable pa.s.sion.

My butch was predictable all right, and I liked her that way. Frankly, I prefer consistent as a description of her.

She flattened me against the door to unlock it, her pelvis grinding against my a.s.s. The door burst open and we stumbled inside. Her hands were pus.h.i.+ng up the bed-sheet-c.u.m-toga before the door even swung shut.

"You were showing off, weren't you? Waving your beautiful a.s.s around?"

"That show was for you. I thought you'd like a courtesan's lap dance." I started to turn to face her, but she shoved me toward the tiny vanity area at the foot of the double bed. Leaning her weight into me, she parted and pulled up the fabric to expose my a.s.s and back, then planted my hands on the edge of the narrow counter.

"Stay right there like that. G.o.d, I knew you weren't wearing panties."

I did as she told me and had no wish to do anything else. Grasping the edge of the vanity counter firmly, I bent into the same pose I'd adopted to pick up my napkin just before she'd told me we were going back to our room, right now.

"You wanted me to do you right there, in front of everyone. I know that's your fantasy." Her hands were all over my hips, my a.s.s, grasping me firmly until I was where she wanted. "Oh, baby, look at you. You need it bad, don't you?"

"Like you weren't petting me so everyone could watch. We both know what we want."

She draped herself over me and I realized she'd shed her own bed sheet. Her supple skin was slick against mine. I looked into the mirror and saw that look on her face, the one I loved, the one that was heavy with l.u.s.t and determined to get completely lost in me.

With a yank at the clip at my shoulder, she released the toga, and the sheet whooshed to the floor. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilled free to our mutual moan.

"Did you think I didn't see these?" I met her gaze in the mirror and then watched her focus on the golden moons that hung from my nipples. "You wore our play gear in public-and that is going to get you f.u.c.ked, just like this."

I shuddered and thrust back against her. "Are you just going to talk about it, or are you going to actually do something?"

She swatted my backside for an answer and let go of me. My laugh and wiggle in response to the swat turned into an arching, swelling groan as she pulled gently, persuasively on one of the moons. They stayed on with a simple loop that cinched around my nipples, and if she pulled too hard they'd slip right off. But she knew just how to twist it. Nearly invisible under my clothes, she loved it when I teased her with glimpses of body jewelry, and these were so comfortable I'd been wearing them all evening. She'd only realized as I'd ground myself on her lap that I might perhaps be wearing our very private jewelry. I'd have had a matching moon dangling from a soft clip that slipped behind and lifted my c.l.i.t, but I hadn't been able to find it. I stared briefly at my reflection. The heavy, drunk look in my eyes told me I wouldn't care about the missing clip.

"You are the most incredible playmate. G.o.d, I could look at you all night."

"I'd rather you did something else to me all night."

"What about the midnight buffet?"

"f.u.c.k the midnight buffet."

She laughed, as I had expected her to. The rustling of her suitcase stopped and then she was standing behind me again. "Nah. I'd rather f.u.c.k this."

Even braced, I nearly lost my footing at the force of her thrust. When she was in this mood, and I was in this mood, she always took me fast and so deeply that the leather of her harness pressed against my open, willing flesh. Her hands crept up my back as she rocked behind me, in and out, in and out, the slap of her c.o.c.k keeping time with my panting grunts as she knocked the breath out of me.

She gripped my shoulders, first yanking me back against her even harder, then pus.h.i.+ng me down until my head was on the little counter, cus.h.i.+oned against my arms. I loved this vulnerable position and letting her have me this way. There were no barriers between us. She took everything she needed and I had all that I wanted.

"You're so juicy, baby. I feel you on my legs." She twisted her fingers into my hair and pulled my head up. I gasped. "Look at those nipples of yours. So red and tight for me. You like getting f.u.c.ked like this, don't you?"

The gold jewelry swayed and moved under me, adding the slight pull of gravity to my nipples. "You know I do, and you like having me this way."

"You know I do."

In the mirror I watched her chest gloss with perspiration as the temperature rose in the cabin and between us. Her own nipples were hard and I wanted them in my mouth. I didn't see her other hand slide under me, but I moaned loudly when she squeezed one encircled nipple. I shuddered and somehow kept my feet under me even as my knees threatened to give way.

"I'm gonna come, baby," I warned her hoa.r.s.ely. "It's what you're doing to me. You fill me up. Your c.o.c.k touches everything."

"Go ahead and come. Come all over me." She squeezed my nipple again and I gave in to the sweet, welcome contractions that gripped at her c.o.c.k and made my c.l.i.t throb. The hours of teasing us both into this frenzy had been all for this moment, my strength balanced against hers, me pus.h.i.+ng back, her holding on.

I shook under her, aware that her arm was holding me up even as she covered me with her body so she could continue to thrust into me after the strongest waves had subsided. Was it the position that woke up all the nerves inside me, or her forcefulness that made me so open and pliable? I had friends who wondered about such things, but all I knew was that she made me come like no one else ever had. I gave her all the right numbers and she unlocked the combination every time.

"More," she growled in my ear. She pulled out of me and swung me toward the bed. I stumbled, fell, bounced, and she was on top of me, spreading my legs as she claimed my mouth for a hot, wet kiss. "Right here, baby, right now."

"Please, please . . ."I seemed to know no other word. Everything inside me felt divine and now the harness was rhythmically pressing into my c.l.i.t.

"Everything, you get it all tonight."

"So do you," I managed to say through my gritted teeth. I clung to her, rising to meet her, feeling the strength of her and the matching pulse of her pa.s.sion.

"I don't care if you strut around in front of other women." She stopped, pushed inside me as far as she could go. Her hands clamped down on my shoulders, anchoring me to the bed. "Because I'm the one who gets to do this to you. I'm the one who gives it to you the way you want."

Subtle movements of her hips magnified the fullness of her c.o.c.k and I resisted going limp. My mouth was watering. All of me was abruptly drenched. "Baby," I said weakly.

"I'm the one who knows how to f.u.c.k your brains out. Isn't this what you want?"

She was moving again, short thrusts that made my nipples brush against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Yes," I groaned. "This is exactly what I want."

Our gazes locked and her eyes were dark, the way they always were when she was very turned on. Time did not stop, but it lost all meaning to me. I didn't realize how long I'd been lost in her gaze while my body took her and took her and took her, not until she suddenly said, "Please, baby, come for me again. Don't make me wait for it-I can't stand it. Please."

I arched hard under her, and suddenly it was she who was clinging to me, trying to stay on while I writhed. She kept me on the bed somehow as I thrashed under her, abandoned and beyond words. She held me tight and encouraged me, begged me to give her more.

I gave her everything I had.

It was several minutes before I realized she was still quietly pleading with me for more. I smiled to myself. I never could resist her begging.

Turning onto my side I gave her a loving kiss. "You did very well."

"You make me so crazy. I love it when you are so s.l.u.tty and I know I'm going to get to have you later."

I rolled on top of her and straddled her thighs. "You deserve a reward, don't you think?"

She was holding her breath as she nodded. I leaned down to whisper, "Breathe, darling," just before I kissed her. "We're just getting started. You did exactly what I wanted. Every bit was perfect."

My head on her shoulder as my hands undid the straps on her harness, I voiced the persistent truth that still amazed me. "You're the only one I can ever let see me that way. I trust you and I love you. You're the only woman who has ever made me come."

There was a slight smile of wonder on her lips when I straightened up to pull the harness free. "All I do is what you tell me, and I listen to you," she said.

"You make it sound so simple. You're the only one who ever got it right."

She whimpered as I slowly bent over her and licked her lips. "I love you."

"I know, darling. Slide your hands under your a.s.s and don't close your eyes."

She did as I ordered and I watched her pupils dilate with antic.i.p.ation. "Like this?"

"Yes, very good. Help me." She squirmed and lifted as I wove the short rope from under the pillow around her wrists. It wouldn't take much of a struggle to free herself, but it wasn't the restraint that worked for her, but the order behind it. "Keep your hands there or I'll stop and there'll be no more f.u.c.king tonight."

She relaxed under me, both of us knowing she would do as she was told, and I would make her obedience well worth her while. How could her response be predictable when the trust it demonstrated never failed to fill me with awe? I'd topped other women and truly enjoyed it, but my darling moved me like no other. Every woman before her had been part of my searching. Now there was only her.

I nibbled and kissed her neck, taking the time to smell the faint remnant of her cologne. This was a complicated dance, but only with her had I ceased to care if I touched her because I was giving my submissive what she wanted, or enjoying myself with her as my plaything, because that is what we both wanted. Whose needs came first, the chicken's or the egg's? With her they were inseparable. I bit down on her hard nipple and didn't care which of us that pleased more. She moaned just the way that made me deliciously dizzy. My own nipples swelled in response. I realized then that the steady pulse of the s.h.i.+p's engines were a match to her heartbeat, powerful and deep.

"You taste wonderful," I murmured. I trailed my tongue down her torso. "Sea air suits you."

When she didn't respond, I bit her nipple again, then said, "You have permission to talk, darling."

"Thank you," she said after a long moan.

"I want you to enjoy yourself. You f.u.c.ked me. You made me come twice, plus all the little ones along the way." I arched so the body jewelry moons dangled across her nipples. "I haven't yet decided exactly how I'm going to make you come."

She s.h.i.+fted under me so the moons continued to dangle between us. "Anything you want."

"I love you in a frenzy like this," I mused. "Maybe I should have you wait another day so-"