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Tentacles

Inescapable Passion at Sea

By Leslie BeyanPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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I wanted her with every vibration in my being. She walked out onto the deck of the ship that day like a rose unfolding in the dawn of a spring morning. The closer she walked towards me the harder it became to breathe at a normal pace. It was irrational. At that point, I had known her touch before, I knew every curve and crevice. And yet, she was ever-changing into something more glorious than I had experienced the time before.

She greeted me with a warm smile. That warmth radiated from her face into my soul and I knew she was about to give me divine inspiration. It was like she had invisible tentacles, wrapping around me and pulling me into her. We kissed. Without uttering a single word, she told me what she wanted. In that one sweet kiss. She took my hand and I followed her obediently back to our room.

The sound of the door closing was like a gunshot telling us the race had begun. All the air about us was a flurry of stripped off clothing. I remember hearing a garment rip and we both laughed because we knew nothing could be done. We were slaves to this electricity and nothing else. Once completely naked, the frantic energy of before became a more focused, steady pace. I stood for a moment in the presence of her bare beauty and drank the moment in. She placed one hand on the back of my head and ran the other one slowly down my back. I sank deeply into her touch. She firmly pressed into me, leading me back towards the bed and we fell into the blankets together, a tangled up heap of kissing and stroking.

When her loving kiss graced the skin of my neck, I lost every bit of control I was clinging to as I shuddered with the pleasure coursing through my body. It was overwhelming. I began to tremble, lost in the middle of the sheer preciousness of this act. I felt helpless and utterly without a way to tell her how much I loved her in that moment. So I looked into the abyss of her green eyes and found my security there. I dared not speak and risk the sanctity of this moment.

With one hand still cradling the back of my head, she massaged my trembling breast with the other. Her lips left my neck and found my other breast. The hot wetness of her tongue pulsed against my taught nipple. Before I could brace myself, the roaring silence in the room was broken when I slapped the bed in one last attempt to hold onto control.

It was useless. That ache was rising up within me like a fire spreading throughout. I needed her touch to put out the flames. I needed to feel that hot wetness on my swollen clit. At that very moment of need, it was like she heard my womanhood call out to her as she raised up to look into my eyes. I silently pleaded for her warmth. My hips rose while I thrust my mound up into her to beg for her attention.

She knew exactly what I needed. She knew exactly what I wanted. She pressed herself even harder into me and wrestled my tongue with hers. An explosion of orgasmic rush caused me to jerk forward as my moans were muffled by her rapid kisses. I was riding hard on the first wave of climax. She led her kisses from my mouth back down to my breasts. Then down across my stomach. Then, my pelvis. And finally, oh my god, finally. The moment I felt that heat from her tongue touch my clit, I knew I couldn't keep composure for very long. She flicked her tongue back and forth. She slid her heat into my throbbing vulva. She wagged it from side to side, sending me lurching forward again in climax.

My breath escaped my lungs in low growling moans. I felt both of her hands grab my buttocks firmly. She gave me a moment to breathe, kissing my thighs gently before plunging her face back into me. I fell back into the pillow and felt myself being rocked slowly into yet another orgasm. She pressed her tongue hard against that button and held it there, letting me land. This time, I felt her shake and knew that she was cumming hard. That's how she is, like she can't help but feel my experience with me.

I laid there, swimming in the ecstasy of it all. She wiped her face with a hand towel and then rose back up to me and laid her head gently on my breast. She was mine and I was hers and in that moment we were one.

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About the Creator

Leslie Beyan

Leslie Beyan is here to conquer the world in the name of Love. She is a lesfic writer, happily engaged to the love of her life. She is hoping to earn some honeymoon cash with her writing skills and appreciates every read and/or gift.

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