Her brows furrow, her mouth open to ask, but before she can, my hand curls into her hair, and I slam my lips to hers, feasting on her lips.
I kiss her neck below her ear and down to her collarbone. My other hand finds its way below her skirt to her ass, and I squeeze the flesh. My hard cock pushes against my slacks.
I grab her hips, and she gasps when I place her on the free space on the table before me. I open her legs and move my arms under her knees, pulling her toward me until she is at the edge, her skirt rising with the move. I trace my hand from her thighs to the edge of her panties. I hook my fingers in them and slide them down.
Her questioning expression has changed to a lustful one. Mission accomplished. I smirk at her and raise the hand with her panties to my nose, inhaling her smell before I pocket them in my slacks.
She looks around the deck. “Someone will see us.”
“Don’t worry about that. Everyone is on the other side. They know not to come here unless I call.”
With one move I clear the table, sending the contents to the floor.
I pull her dress over her head, throwing it on the floor next to breakfast. I pull down her bra and her breasts fall into my face.
“Lay down on the table, Bella,” I order.
She does as I say, and I love how she obeys with no complaint. Her hair falls over the edge of the table, and her pussy is in my face, ready for me to feast on. With a growl from deep inside me, I throw her legs over my shoulders and dive in, inhaling her sweet scent before I lick her from the bottom to her pulsating bud. I swirl my tongue around it before I pull it between my teeth and suck on it.
“Fuck,” Isabella curses, and I grin around her pussy. My good Catholic girl never swears unless I’m the cause, and it’s always while I’m bringing her pleasure.
I plunge my tongue inside her pussy and tongue fuck her slowly until she wriggles under my touch, her back arching, pleading for more.
I pull my tongue out, not letting her come until she is completely at my mercy. I need her relaxed, focused on something else and not on what is about to happen.
She groans in frustration, and I chuckle. “You want to come, Bella? You will, but not just yet.” I kiss her inner thigh and push my middle finger inside her, playing with her pussy. I swirl my finger inside her, in and out.
She moans. “More.” But I wait. I play a little more before I put another finger inside her, curling inside to the sensitive spot that makes her moan louder. Her muscles spasm, working around my fingers, ready for the sensation to come.
I lean in and lick her clit while my fingers work in and out. I feel the clench of her muscles as her climax builds. Because deep down in my soul I’m a sadist, I pull my finger and tongue out with a grin.
An angry groan escapes her, and she tries to sit up, but I place my hand on her upper body, keeping her in place.
“Don’t be mad, Bella. I promise I will make you come.” Then I stand and lean over her, lowering my head and sucking her rosy nipples, one, then the other, massaging them while doing so. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me to her until her pussy is grinding on my stomach. I lift my head and look her in the eyes before I lean into her neck and suck, leaving a dark blue love bite. When I’m finished, I move back to my seat, spread her legs as wide as I can, and suck on her pussy. This time, I let her come, catching all her juices with my tongue.
When I have drunk every drop, I turn her over onto her stomach before I unbuckle and enter her, groaning when my cock sinks into the warm space. Isabella meets my thrusts as I slam into her.
I grab her hair and wrap it around my hand, pulling her up from the table, her back arching and her soft voice moaning. I balance us with my other hand before my lips find her ear. “I will make you forget all the worries you have until all you’re worried about is how to sit and walk without thinking about my cock, my fingers, and tongue inside you. Until all you worry about is how to hide the fact that you have been thoroughly fucked by me.” Then I push her back on the table and fuck her, slapping her ass cheeks with my hand.
In. Slap. Out. Slap.
In. Slap. Out. Slap.
In. Slap. Out. Slap.
Her hands curl around the edge of the table, some incoherent words falling from her mouth before I reach between her legs and pinch her clit, making her scream my name as she comes all over my cock. Her warmth and the clench of her muscles on my cock is heavenly, and I come deep inside her, collapsing on top of her.
It's only when I pull out that I realize I didn’t put a condom on. I went without a condom only once before, with her as well. This woman is robbing me of my senses.
With my finger, I push the cum deep inside her, possessiveness filling my chest. I want to mark her and let everyone know whom she belongs to. She winces.
“Now you carry my cum inside you. Let them smell my scent on you so everyone knows you’re mine.”
I tuck myself in before I sit down and pull Isabella onto my lap, where I dress her properly, leaving her there where she leans her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes, all worries erased and replaced as planned.
I look over the railing and see we’re close, and from a look at my watch, I can see we will reach the shore in less than half an hour.
twenty-seven