Page 21 of Degrees of Power
“Take my cock out and stroke it in the ocean,” he says.
I watch him as I rub his hardness through his trunks before finding the waistband and pulling it down a little. “Chase, you’re so hard,” I say, freeing him and rubbing his length underneath the water.
“I’ve always dreamt of this, now come here and wrap your legs around my waist,” he says. I do, the buoyancy of the water making it an easy feat.
He pushes my swimsuit to the side, and rubs his rigid tip against my moistness. “Open for me, Baby,” he says, pushing in slowly until he is firmly rooted inside of me.
He does not move me, just holds me, kissing me while my body screams for him to create the friction I so desperately need.
“Chase this is torture,” I say, moaning into him.
“I can feel your pussy tightening against my cock, holding me so firmly, you’re so needy, Baby. Tell me what you want to do right now,” he urges.
I moan softly. “I want to ride on your cock, Honey. I want to feel you slide in and out of me while you hit that special spot until I cum,” I say.
He laughs softly. “Katarina, you’re so hot Baby. While I would love to feel you riding my cock right now, I don’t think your parents would appreciate me allowing you to make the front page of all the gossip rags.”
“I don’t care who sees us, we’re on our honeymoon,” I huff.
“Patience, Baby. I care who sees my wife in the throes of passion and there is a cameraman just outside the Ridalgo area. I’m pretty sure he’s been able to get a few shots, but right now all he can see is us kissing. He has no clue that I have my cock balls deep inside of you and that your cunt is dripping all over me. Now be a good girl and slowly unwrap your legs and we’ll walk back to the resort and I will fuck you so hard you will still feel me tomorrow,” he says.
I moan as I slowly unravel myself from around his waist and he rubs his cock purposely against my clit as he pulls out before adjusting his clothing under the water.
We slowly walk out of the sea and he stands in front of me, slipping my cover-up over my head before we walk back to the resort and head upstairs to our room.
“As nice as this swimsuit looks on you, Baby, I want to see your bare skin,” he says, unfastening the straps of my halter, letting my top fall to the tile floor below. He trails a finger along a drop of water traveling down my neck and across the swell of my breast, lingering and caressing a cold and erect nipple.
“Now these,” he says, pulling my wet suit bottoms past my hips and letting them find their way to the floor as he takes turns warming each nipple.
“Let’s get you in the hot tub,” he says, dropping his own clothes and assisting me into it’s bubbling warmth, placing the glass of wine he’s poured on its ledge.
I sink into its depths as he gets in across from me, droplets of wetness still visible on his skin from the brisk sea. “It’s been such a wonderful time. I’m going to be sad to leave tomorrow,” I say.
“Indeed. It’s been a great week. It will be hard to let you go back to work after having you all to myself for this long,” he says.
“I feel the same way,” I say, placing my toes on his manhood. His eyes are watching me intently.
“I’m glad. No concerns about what we’ve done the past few nights?” he asks.
“Why do you ask?” I ask, trying to escape his penetrating gaze.
“Katarina, you’re relatively inexperienced and it’s my responsibility to make sure that as we experiment we don’t cross over any physical, emotional or ethical limits. I know you enjoyed the things we did like being restrained, spanked for fun, anal pleasure, but I want to make sure you’re emotionally okay with what we did last night.”
“I can’t control the blush on my face and his face softens. “Katarina, am I embarrassing you?” he asks.
I nod my affirmation. “Baby, it’s not intentional. I just need to make sure we have good communication. If something gets too intense, I need you to be able to tell me. What we did last night transcends what we’ve done before and I want to make sure that we didn’t do anything that made you uncomfortable.”
“I’m still trying to work through it, Chase,” I say.
“Baby, tell me what’s wrong,“ he says, lifting me by the waist and pulling me atop his lap so that I am eye level with him.
“I’m not completely sure, myself.”
“Was it too intense? We talked about safe words, but I thought we worked through that and you knew you could tell me to stop,” he says, rubbing his fingers down the side of my face.
I shake my head. “No, no, Honey, it’s not that Chase. I didn’t want you to stop anything that you were doing. I loved every minute of it. It’s reconciling how I feel to what most people think I should be feeling if I’m being honest.”
He kisses my lips gently and pushes my wet tendrils behind my back, kissing the nape of my neck. “Tell me what’s bothering you, Baby,” he says, breathing close to my ear.
