We both groaned and stayed like this for a moment. I grabbed Greta’s ass, loving the feel of it in my palms as I lifted her off the railing.
I loved how she was so much smaller than me that I could carry her in my arms with my cock buried deep inside of her. Holding her up, I found my balance before I began to thrust into her from below. My arms helped Greta bounce up and down on my cock, driving it deeply into her. With the sunshine on our skin and the soft whooshing of the ocean this felt like a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from.
I clung to Amo as he pushed into me deeper than before. This was only my third time and my body was still not accustomed to the penetration.
My eyes widened at another even deeper thrust. The stretching sensation was intense, painful, but beneath the discomfort pleasure was building.
With a searing kiss, Amo walked over to the lounge area of the yacht and lowered me on it, never pulling out of me. Once we’d settled on the soft leather, he began to thrust into me at a faster pace. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, focusing on the pleasure spikes between the twinges.
Every moan from my lips seemed to spur Amo on and made him speed up even more. He looked at my face as he pushed up halfway on his elbow and snuck a hand between us. He began rubbing my clit while he thrust into me.
I loved the feel of Amo’s body on top of me, his utter strength, the power behind every thrust.
“I want you to come this time,” he growled.
I wanted that too, but I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. Amo slowed and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine. He pushed up, pulling out of me and rolled on his back. “Sit on my face.”
I climbed up his body until I hovered over his mouth. Gripping the railing, I lowered myself to Amo’s mouth. I let out a low moan when his tongue parted me, stroking along my already sensitive flesh. I propped my arms up on the railing and put my chin down on it, my eyes on the glittering waves as I succumbed to Amo’s pleasurable teasing. His tongue was almost playful, switching between firm pressure and feather-light strokes that made my toes curl in the best way.
I barely moved, too caught up in the pleasure. Amo’s palms cupped my ass, massaging my cheeks as he guided my movements. I squeezed my eyes shut, my moans reverberating through my body.
“Amo!”
I was getting closer and closer. Amo lifted me off his face. “Scoot down.” With his help, I slid down his body until his tip pressed against my opening. My need was too great for hesitation. I lowered myself almost all the way. My body began to shake, torn between pain and pleasure. Amo wetted his thumb and pressed against my clit as I rocked my hips. Soon my movements became even more frantic, driving me slowly further down and when I settled all the way on Amo’s pelvis, he knifed up, snatching my nipple between his lips for a hard tug as his thumb flicked my clit, and pleasure coursed through my body. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut.
Amo kept thrusting upward when I couldn’t move anymore, too overwhelmed by the sensations and then he too came with a groan. I sagged down on him, my breathing labored.
I grinned. Amo wrapped his arms tightly around me and for the rest of the day we did nothing but lounge on the sofa or take dips in the ocean. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. This still felt like a dream, as if were caught in another dimension, far away from reality.
I knew things wouldn’t always be like this. I’d feel homesick on occasion, miss my family, but I’d find my place in New York. Most people had welcomed me warmly so far, and I had my four dogs with me. Once things had settled down, I’d go in search for more animals that needed my help.
Our life together had only just begun and I was excited for it.
Greta and I had been married for two months. Life had returned to normal, or what now was my new normal: returning to a welcoming home every night after work.
The elevator doors slid open and immediately I was ambushed by Bear, Teacup, Momo and Dotty. I’d never wanted animals, had rolled my eyes when Marcella had taken in dogs from Growl’s shelter, and now here I was with a pack of my own. They were the reason why we were looking for a townhouse with a garden. An apartment in Manhattan just wasn’t the right place for them.
I petted them and headed for the kitchen. Greta was dressed in a tutu and preparing dinner while she talked to someone on the phone. She gave me a quick smile and pointed at the phone with an apologetic look. She held up two fingers. I could wait two minutes. I nodded and leaned against the kitchen counter, pouring myself a glass of the red wine that Greta had already opened so it could breathe.