Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

"Here," was all he said, gently guiding her to the chair and insinuating that she need lie on her back. She did so gladly, feeling the blood rush inside her in excitement and a tinge of fear-what would happen if they got caught? As she put her head back on the soft but coarse canvas backing of the chair, Andy stood and began to pull at his belt as he began to disrobe.

"Now," Ann said, mocking his bossy tone. To further make her point, she straddled the chair and impatiently tapped her heels against the teak decking on either side. Andy looked down at her with a look that, in the diminished light, was hard to fathom. It could be anger or simply amused puzzlement. She went with the latter.

"God it is humid out here," she continued, though in fact it wasn't. "I need to cool off somehow," she said, running her fingers up her legs to the hem of her dress. "Wait! I've got it!" she sighed as she began to slide her dress up and over her hips. Somehow a sudden draft blew across her, entwining itself in her moist sex.

She shook slightly, though not from the cold. Having the now naked Andy's complete attention, she spread her legs slightly and teased herself with her newly taken ring finger. She was surprised how easy it was to slide it in, and did so until her wetness covered her rings themselves. Her goal accomplished, she imagined her finger transforming itself magically into Andy's solid shaft of pleasure and let out a gasp which slowly turned into a moan.

She realized it was the moan of an animal in heat. She twirled her finger just once inside of herself, and then let it slide out slowly. She held it out to him, "Taste your wife?" she said in a voice that was both a question and an order.

Andy knelt on the chair and, taking her hand in his, slowly and suggestively sucked her finger clean, letting his tongue twirl around her finger like an ice skater at the Olympics. As he pulled it out, he let her pink nail hang on his lip.

She felt the heat inside her build. Between the emotion of the wedding, the erotic dinner, and this somewhat exposed location, having her sex licked completely from her fingers was too much. She wanted his lips on hers-all over her body for that matter.

She let her nail drop from his lip and almost naturally it went to his cock, pulling it firmly towards her while she spread her legs in preparation for what could perhaps be one of the most erotic nights of her life.

As Andy's body hovered over her, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, while the other lifted and hung mid-air. For half a second she watched her leg as in pointed skyward, the moonlight giving is almost a ghostly hue. Lord, she thought of how badly she wanted him this moment. Just to be his girl, his whore, his wife, his… anything. The only key word in her thinking was "his."

Her hand still slowly pulling his cock towards her, she brought his soft head against her sex and teased herself with it, letting it brush back and forth over her dampened and yearning lips. A second later she let go and felt him slide into her as a hand goes into an old glove.

She closed her eyes, feeling the ocean breeze wash over her as the soft touch of his hard cock filled her. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders pulling him down to show her desire.

The feeling of him drove her quite mad and the feel of him sliding in and out, his rhythm and pace changing constantly, served to drive her to the pinnacles of passion and beyond. Then he did something he had never done before, not once in the countless times they'd fucked and the even larger number of times they'd made love.

He twisted somehow so that his cock went around the inside of her sex. She literally could not explain it, the feeling so exquisite and powerful.

"God," she moaned, grabbing the backs of her knees impulsively and extending her legs until they were almost straight out from her body, forming a rather odd shaped "Y." "Never," she paused, now gasping for breath as her heat built to a crescendo, "Did. That. Before."

With her legs now spread to what had to be their furthest limit she could feel him reaching deeper inside her with each thrust, though now he was teasing her, alternating randomly between deep and hard thrusts with shallow and soft ones, sometimes allowing a deep and soft thrust come into play.

She was completely bewildered and sensually overwhelmed by what was happening to her. Feeling herself lose control as a catastrophically wonderful orgasm erupted from deep within her core, she wrapped her legs around Andy once again, linking them at the ankles. This both drew him in closer still and prevented him from pulling out. They'd always used a condom before their nuptials, and she found herself wanting to feel the warm touch of his semen inside of her for the first time.

"Andy," she whispered as she shook in an uncontrollable response to his rabid lovemaking. She squeezed his ass hard as he continued to pump her, though now she knew he was close to his own climax. She could always tell as his cock chubbed up just a tiny bit more immediately prior to the big show, as they'd come to affectionately call it.

She felt him thrust one last time and exhale deeply as he erupted inside her. Against her whispered "I love you's," he collapsed on her and lay still as his climax rose and fell. After a few minutes their breathing came back to the realm of normalcy and the sounds of the ship and the surrounding sea returned, having been drowned out by the noise of their passion.

Suddenly the ships horn sounded, startling both of them, and for a moment they thought they’d been found out, but the booming sound soon faded and was again replaced by the soft sound of the sea and they realized the horn’s sounding had nothing to do with them.

They stood and while Andy got dressed Ann smoothed her dress and worked it back down over her hips. With Andy still working with his shoes, Ann turned to face the water, letting the crisp night breeze wash over her.

She felt Andy brush against her as he came to stand beside her at the rail. Taking his arm, they went back towards the pool area and the rest of the ship. Ann felt flush with exhilaration at knowing that they’d just done something extremely sexy and hot but perhaps just a little bit forbidden as well. With a slight giggle, she realized that she could come to like married life after all.

She thought about heading back to their cabin, if for no other reason than to get a fresh pair or panties, though strangely not having them gave her a bit of a wanton feeling inside that she unashamedly had to admit intrigued her. Feeling that she was getting her sea legs under her, she was now wishing she'd brought some more daring shoes, though she knew that most women felt plenty daring with four inches. Four inches of heel, anyway.

And she knew how Andy adored her legs, especially the way they looked in heels — like most men, the higher the better, regardless of the eventual pain on the wearer.

He took her on a round of clubs, and it seemed the ship had one of every flavor. They passed through a mellow and seductive jazz club, a funky and eclectic hip hop club, and a more traditional contemporary dance club before settling on a quiet piano bar.

There was only one more couple in the cozy little place, enjoying each other as the pianist, who seemed to have more skill and talent than you'd expect on a cruise ship, segued cleanly from Billy Joel into Frank Sinatra. Ann had always had a soft spot for the crooners, and had even gotten Andy on board to a limited extent, which was surprising given his penchant for Led Zeppelin, which to her was just screaming about raping and plundering.

Just hearing a Sinatra song always made Ann feel cozy, loving, and nigh on overly emotional. She snuggled close to her husband and put her hand on his thigh, but not as a sexual prelude, but simply as a way to get still closer to him.