Page 41 of Waters that Drown Us
The thought of her hand marks on my ass drives another wave of lust through my body, and I wonder how much I’ll have to beg for her to touch me again.
“Emily, I need you,” I admit, shivering as she pulls one of my nipples between her fingers and rolls gently.
“I know.” A pinch, this time harder. I pull on my restraints as a cry out again, feeling my empty pussy clench. “And what if I want to fuck you rough? Make you soak my hand and come until you cry? And once you’re satiated and overstimulated, put you on your knees in front of me so you can say thank you?”
I nod a thousand times, hoping her threats are promises.
Two fingers slip into my entrance almost immediately, coupled with the feeling of her mouth on my nipple. She isn’t gentle, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she fucks me at a ruthless pace. Two fingers become three as she crooks them upward, stimulating a place within me even she hasn’t touched before.
Everything feels shaky, like I’ve touched the third rail and every molecule has become electrified. There isn’t enough air in my lungs, and my vision hazes at the edges as a new kind of pleasure settles deep in my bones. The pressure in my lower abdomen intensifies a hundred fold, and I pull harder against the ropes to feel the bite, to let it ground me when I feel like I’m floating above my body.
“Emily, it’s…I…”
She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow, let up, give me any semblance of relief. I’m climbing to a peak I’ve never reached, different from the ones she's brought me to before, and I know it’s going to shatter me to fall off the edge.
And shatter I do. The pressure releases, and I soak her hand, just like she told me I would. She doesn’t stop, moaning her approval as she continues to dole pleasure to my breasts and pump ruthlessly into my pussy. I feel like the orgasm will never end, a freefall of epic proportions that leaves me struggling for words, for thoughts, for air. I close my eyes and swim in the feeling, crying out into the night a string of words that are mostly her name.
Finally,finally, when my body slumps against the railing and my bones feel liquified, she stops.
For a few moments.
My eyes snap open when I feel her hot mouth on my pussy, her tongue dragging from entrance to clit. She closes her mouth over the bud and sucks, and I really scream this time. Thepleasure of her mouth is buried under overstimulation and pain, but somehow it’s stillgood, and I’m not sure how that’s possible.
“You make such a pretty mess for me, Pecas,” she says, licking her way up my pussy again. Her words, the groans of pleasure, the way she grinds her hips against the side of the ledge to get some relief—it all makes the pain worth it.
“I can’t again,” I say, not sure if I mean it or not. But she doesn’t seem worried, sucking on my clit again. “Please Emily, it’s too much.”
“I don’t care that you think you can’t,” she replies, her fingers replacing her lips as she circles me, her spit and my cum creating a slick surface for her work. I close my eyes against the discomfort, focusing on the ecstasy beneath. “You said you wanted to take what I can give you, and I’m going to make you keep your promise. I need you to come on my mouth before I use yours.”
????, I want to do that so badly, it pushes my body deeper into the pleasure. I know it’ll take much longer this time, but Emily doesn’t seem to mind the work. She doesn’t touch herself, but her moans tell me she’s enjoying herself as she lets me grind my clit against her tongue, forcing myself closer and closer to yet another release.
It’s more drawn out this time, the orgasm starting in my toes and spreading throughout my body like it’s infecting me, cell by cell. My back arches, lifting my hips off the tee shirt-covered deck and harder against her mouth. My throat hurts, and I realize it’s from crying out her name as I let this pleasure consume me, drown me, pull me into depths far more terrifying than the ocean below us.
I’m gone from this mortal plane, my soul hovering above my body like it’ll distance me from the Earth-shattering feeling I just experienced. I groan as Emily undoes the rope holding up my arms, massaging my sore wrists and shoulders.
But the night isn’t over.
Emily bears most of my weight as she walks us to the cockpit and settles me on my knees in front of one of the benches. My head still feels floaty and distant, but I’m conscious enough to watch Emily disrobe, tossing her boots and socks, work pants and underwear and sports bra, into a distant corner before sitting in front of me on the bench.
I’m mesmerized by her body. Lean and muscular, soft and forgiving, all at the same time. She contains everything in one frame, surpassing my previous understanding ofbeautiful.
She angles her body so her ass is on the edge of the seat, similar to how I was positioned a few minutes ago. The movement exposes her pussy to me, just as wet as I was too.
She may seem nonchalant and unaffected while I’m writhing beneath her, but this is evidence enough that she needs me exactly as much as I need her.
“Show me how you say thank you.”
I don’t need further invitation.
Instantly, I’m buried against her, copying the motions she performed on me in a desperate attempt to please her. Her fingers lace into my hair, pulling so hard it makes me cry out against her. She maneuvers me to exactly where she wants me, barely moving her hips, wordlessly telling me that I’ll have to work to show her how grateful I am.
“Two taps on my thigh if it’s too much,” she says, demonstrating with her free hand. “But you won’t need it, will you, pretty girl? You love being used by me.”
I do, I say inside my head, sucking harder on her clit instead of voicing my assent. She keeps my face pressed close to her with her hand in my hair, and I angle my chin so I can press two fingers inside her.
“That’s it, Pecas. Be exactly what I need.”
Fucking her like this is otherworldly. She tastes so good I could spend days on my knees in front of her, letting her fuck me and use me to come however she wants. I wish it would take hours. I want to be here all night, feeling her clench around me as I work her toward a fraction of the pleasure she provided me with.