Benjamin's POV
She got out of the shower in no time, fresh and beautiful as ever, her eyes sparkling with a captivating allure that left me breathless.
Her face was perfect to me, and her towel had fallen like a paid actor so I could see how gorgeous she was crafted. Her nipples were a rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was darkly brown and curlier than the cascading hair of her head which covered her arms.
"Come here," I said softly, my outstretched hand inviting her into my arms of warmth and closeness.
She gently climbed the bed seductively, sitting comfortably on me. And before I knew it she was going to do it, she leaned down and kissed me, very gently, right on the lips. Isn't she a courtesan? What's with the gentility?
I kissed back. I was kissing her, full on, my hands ruffling through her hair while her arms came up around my neck to steady us both.
We rolled over to the other side of the bed together, Isabella, still on top of me. Our arms came around each other, and our legs tangled as we pressed close together.
My hands came up to cup her breasts, my thumbs squeezing her nipples gently. She groaned and ran her fingernails up my spine, goading him.
My tongue darted between her lips and slid away, and hers chased it eagerly. It felt wonderful, lying here with my hands and mouth on her, but it wasn't nearly enough.
Isabella's POV
I cupped his balls through his shorts, then squeezed his hard-on making him groan in my mouth. "I want you," he growled.
I lay comfortably on the bed, legs opened, cupping my breasts while he's engrossed in slithering out of his shorts. "Sht, yes!" He reached down and freed his c*ck from his shorts, finally, kicking them away.
His eyes widened when I rolled him onto his back and straddled him. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, it… Yeah. It's great." His c*ck twitched beneath me. "It's wonderful."
I lined us up, ready to get filled but he stopped abruptly. "Condoms," he exclaimed.
"Yeah, condoms," I repeated, reluctantly.
He shuffled through his drawers and found the strip of condoms he'd left, ripped one open, and managed to roll it on with gritted teeth. Maybe I would've done it for him, and maybe that would've been hot as hell, but since he wanted to get inside me before he could go off like a gunshot, he needed to keep touching to a minimum.
I lined us up, again and he slid into me, filling me. Damn, it felt good!
I rode with the motion of the boat, letting it move me. Up and up as we crested a wave, then down into the trough, Ben plunging deep into me. As we bottomed out, I ground hard against his pubic bone. Then the next wave was lifting me, and I was soaring higher and higher into the night air.
Up. Down. Around. Up. Down. Around.
I could have gone on like that forever, surging and falling with the sea. But all too soon, my orgasm came crashing over me like a wave.
Benjamin's POV
My hands came up to squeeze her breasts again, not giving her a chance to recover from the ecstasy she just had. She grabbed my hair and dragged me down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against my body. Her skin was hot and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. Her p*ssy was wet and open, ready for me, begging for me as she spread her legs and reached down to grasp my erection. In my ear, she whispered, "More of you. Hard, please,"
I pounded into her, a hand moving from her hip to her hair, tugging her head back, baring her throat. She gave herself over to it, to me, and the lack of control was so heady, so pleasurable that she could barely stand it. I thrust harder, so deep with the angle that she might have been screaming again, she might have been crying. Her face on the ground, her ass up in the air and I winced, moaned, and cried all at the same time as I thrust my entire body into her p*ssy, moving rhythmically while I reached my orgasm.
"Fucccccck," I moaned in pleasure, falling into the bed, exhausted.
We let out a sigh as we proceeded with cuddles. "You're a pro at what you do," I complimented her, admiring her expertise in creating moments of thorough and hot intimacy.
"Thank you," she said, maintaining an unimpressed composure.
"Come here," I said, pulling her closer to me, our bodies now inches apart deepening our connection.
"I need some sleep. How would my pay get to me?" She queried, her voice filled with a hint of exhaustion and curiosity.
I chuckled, "I had done that already. I wired it while you were in the shower,"
"Let me know if you want more," I added a hint of playfulness in my voice.
She smiled, then planted a kiss on my lips.
She turned her back to me, facing the other side of the bed, ready to drift into slumber. The soft rustling of the sheets and the gentle hum of the night outside created a more soothing atmosphere. As she settled into the comfortable stillness of our shared bed, her body jolting with my contact with her body, she felt my warmth against her back, a comforting presence. Together, we drift into slumber.
I woke up the next morning, the soft rays of dawn filtering through the curtains and gently illuminating the room. Still groggy, I reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Isabella's warm presence. Instead, all I met was a cold space.
An unsettling feeling washed over me as I realized that she was gone.