Parting her legs, he licked the joint of her thigh and groin, where her skin was ultrasmooth and delicate.
"David please..." Regardless of what she said, she couldn't be ready yet. His mouth open and his kisses deliberately damp, David made his way back up her body. She grabbed him, kissing him hard, while his hands covered both her breasts. Her nipples were tight now, her breasts swollen. He caught her nipples and rolled, squeezed, tugged.
She pulled her mouth away. "David…"
"Shh." He kissed her again, silencing her protests while continuing to torment her nipples.
The more aroused she got, the more she'd enjoy his caresses. Her legs shifted restlessly, moving alongside his until he stilled them with one of his own. Caught under him, Bonnie could barely move, and that suited David just fine.
Keeping her legs trapped, he leaned up to look at her face. "I want you as ready as I am, Bon."
"I am," she all but wailed.
"No." Smiling, he dragged his callused fingertips over her ribs, her belly and finally between her thighs. The crisp curls were damp, her lips puffy sleek with moisture. His breath caught. "Well now, maybe you are.
He pressed his middle finger inside, just past her swollen flesh, no deeper. She was most sensitive here, at her opening, so he used that knowledge to circle, dip, circle again. He relished her broken moan, the way her body tried to move with him.
"I should...I should be doing something." she said.
"What is it you want to do?"
"Touch you." she replied.
His control nearly slipped. "No, not yet. I'm on the ragged edge as it is."
Her eyes opened and her head lifted off the pillow to shout into his face, "Then quit playing around!"
David almost laughed. Bonnie amused him so much, even at a time when laughter should have been eons away. "All right. Tell me how you like this." Her head dropped back with a groan as he began moving his finger deeply in and out, making her wetter still. As he did so, he kissed his way down her body. The closer he got to her sex, the more she stiffened.
"David?"
"Hush." He nudged her thighs farther apart, took a moment to enjoy her scent, breathing deep, then with a groan, he covered her with his mouth.
She gave a small cry, arching hard. At the first flick of his tongue, her body clamped down on his finger. He licked, stroked, and finally, catching her small clitoris carefully with his teeth, he suckled.
Her body strained away from him, but David held her hips, keeping her still. He loved the feel of her voluptuous bottom in his hands, the taste of her on his tongue, the hot, wild sounds she made. As her excitement peaked, he worked in another finger, stretching her, filling her. She lifted up to meet his mouth, grinding against him, so close.
When he knew she was ready to come, he came up and settled between her wide-open thighs. Wanting every possible connection, he held her face to kiss her and nudged his way inside. She was tight, but so wet he knew he wouldn't hurt her. With one hard thrust, he entered her completely and Bonnie's lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He found a rhythm that quickly had them both straining toward a climax.
Her mouth devoured his, biting his bottom lip, sucking on his tongue. He loved it. Sweating, his heart thundering in his chest, he slid one hand under her behind to tilt her hips up so he could enter her more deeply. That was all it took. She started coming with broken groans and mewling cries and that pushed David right over the edge. He could feel the throbbing clench and release of her body on his cock, the frantic bite of her nails on his shoulders, the way she shuddered and writhed under him.
He pressed his face into her neck and growled out her name. Bonnie wasn't quite so restrained. She screamed.
Two seconds after David's body went utterly limp and he gave Bonnie his weight, they heard Duchess outside.
He felt Bonnie stiffen, but he patted her hip and made the manly offering. "I'll go get her." he said.
Her hands slid off his back to land limply on the bed. "Thanks."
David forced himself to his elbows to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her hair ruined, her light makeup smudged. She was sweaty, just as he'd predicted. And, she was his…. Or at least, he wanted her to be.
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David reached over and clicked on the VHF receiver. He really didn’t like the look of the clouds rolling in. And the wind was picking up. Time to check the weather again, he thought. He shot a look at his copilot. Duchess, perched on the railing beside him, gazed wide-eyed at the horizon. He heard the distinctive beep, beep, beep coming from the radio and turned up the volume. Sure enough, a storm warning was being issued. Winds tapping out around forty miles per hour. Thunder and lightning expected, along with swells of eight to ten feet. Anxiety prickled his skin. “Great.” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Bonnie asked as she joined him.
“That storm took a turn and is coming right at us.” He checked their location. “We’re still too far out to slip for the night. We’re going to have to ride it out.”
“All right.” She said.
“We’ve got a few hours before it gets bad so I’m going to push Blue Blood a bit harder than normal for the next little while. See if we can gain us some distance. Go below deck and make sure everything’s secured. I might have you take the wheel for a bit so I can double-check the bilge pump and the engine.”
“Okay. What about Duchess?”
“Hey, smart bird.” David glanced over to their other stowaway.
“Squawk. Duchess. Smart bird.”
“How smart? Inside or out during a storm?”
Duchess blinked those eyes at him, turned her head to look at Bonnie, then threw back her beak and shouted, “Hold that walnut!”
“Um.” Bonnie frowned. “I’m not even going to try to interpret that one. I’ll be fast.”
“Great, thanks.” He popped open a panel on the dash, pulled out the satellite phone and plugged it in. He’d been keeping it charged out of routine, but he wanted to make sure he had all his bases covered. The radio system was old, but serviceable, although it never hurt to have backup. “You better be okay, Duchess. Don’t make me worry about you, too.”