He obliged her pleas. With one shimmy of his hips, Dante pushed his cock inside of her welcoming pussy. Nadia might have lost her mind when the cruise ship had passed by while she was naked, but Dante lost his in the moment his dick impaled itself within her. His mind dissolved in a bliss he had never encountered before. Like a dandelion being blown into the wind, his mental capacity diminished until there weren’t any cognitive abilities left. All that was left was the instinctual need to satisfy the lust-filled cravings she had raised in him. Not even with Melissa had he ever felt this all-consuming need that needed to be expelled or his body would explode into a million fragments.
She would lurch forward each time he would plunge inside of her, then she would thrust back on him, driving him higher inside of her.
“Careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he grunted out.
“Why do men always overestimate their size? You might be big, but you aren’t that big,” she teased with ragged breath.
Dante couldn’t help but chuckle at her snide comment. Placing a rough hand on her ass, he lifted it higher until he could feel it bouncing back against his abs. He groaned at the sight, coming to the conclusion that her ass was his favorite part of her body.
Deciding to return the favor, he covered her back with his chest so he could play with her clit. Dante started moving faster with each scream of pleasure she expelled into the pillow. His breaths went choppy, desire coiling tighter and tighter, as his balls smacked off her with each plunge. Grazing her back with his teeth, he felt the muscles in her pussy squeeze his cock tighter.
Giving a pleased murmur against her skin, Dante felt her trembling as her pussy started pulsating around him. He stroked the pad of his palm from the hand that hadn’t left her backside over the globe of her ass, and felt his own climax take over, sending him rocking against her in a heated rush to come with her.
When they both stopped shaking, he rose to the end of the bed to cuff her ankle with his hand and slide her toward him.
“Hmph. What are you doing?”
Something I’ll regret in the morning, I’m sure.
“I need a bath. You can keep me company.”
“I’m not going back in there.” She rose to her knees, trying to scramble away.
“Look around you. It’s dark. I’ll turn the light off so we can see, but no one will be able to look in and see what we’re doing.” When she didn’t stop squirming, he tried a different approach. “Plus, what are the chances of two ships passing by us?”
Nadia didn’t try to get away with that logic when he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. When he placed her down, she stood motionless until a small flame flickered to life beside the feet of the tub.
“Exactly what are you planning, Mr. Caruso?”
Turning the water on, Dante stepped into the tub to sit down. He held out a hand to help her inside and waited until her ass was fitted snuggly in front of his balls to curl two palms over her breasts and pull her back to his chest.
“Making wine from sunshine.”
The sun shining on her face had Nadia disoriented enough to open her eyes. She could barely manage the act, having to close them again as suddenly as she had opened them. She hadn’t been able to see much, but she found it strange that the sun had been in her eyes. When she had awoken on the yacht yesterday, it had been dark, as the cabins were below deck …
Wait a minute.
The sheets that hugged her felt different. She thought hers had been cotton, while these felt rather silky …
Did they change my shee—
Oh no.
Nadia’s eyes flew open with a quickness, fighting the sleepiness. It was like it had worn off in an instant when she noticed she was definitely not in her cabin.
Images of a blissful, sexy dream of her and Dante flooded her mind. Only they hadn’t been dreams …
They had been real.
Oh God!
Her stomach sank to the pits of her own hell before she felt it rise back up. Shit!
Jumping up out of bed, she bolted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet when the contents of the many rum runners, along with last night’s pizza, erupted.
It was like instant relief as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
Sure she wasn’t going to geyser again, she flushed the contents and got up from the rather cold floor—
Oh my God, I’m still fucking naked! Shit, shit, shit, shit! She really hoped Dante hadn’t just witnessed her run butt-ass naked to go vomit in his bathroom.