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Steven settled between her legs. “It’s time for my taste.”

Cierra moaned when he ran his tongue up the slit of her pussy. She grabbed his head and cried out as pleasure assaulted her. Steven made a sound of pleasure while he took her flavor on his tongue. This time, it was him who spread the full lips of her sex and sucked on the tender bud of her clit. Cierra shuddered and closed her eyes as the sensation rocketed though her body.

“Don’t tease me, Steven,” she begged as he gently licked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

He buried his face into the center of her desire. His tongue penetrated her snatch and she thought she would almost die from the pleasure of it. She pulled him to her as she pleaded for more.  Steven stopped suddenly and leveled himself over her body. He gripped her cheek with one hand and kissed her hard.
Yes,
she thought at his roughness. She wanted that, wanted to lose control within him. Just as quickly, he wrenched his mouth away from hers and kissed his way back down her body. Steven wrapped his arms around the top of her thighs and pulled her against his mouth.  She felt his tongue begin its pleasurable work once more and he kept her anchored until she came under his assault.

“I’m going to take you so high you won’t ever want to come down.”  His voice was gravelly with desire. 

“Oh yes, please more!” she gasped, still feeling ecstasy course through her body. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but Cierra was willing to fly to the stars in his arms.

He replaced his mouth with two fingers and pressed them deep inside her. There was no slow build up in pleasure. He took her hard and fast, sending her careening straight into bliss. Unable to help herself, Cierra cried out over and over until it built into a scream as he fucked her with his fingers until she came with a wail.

“Oh God. Oh Steven!” She felt as if she was babbling, but couldn’t help it.

He murmured soothingly while he positioned her with her legs around his waist while he sat in the middle of the bed. She felt his cock throb against her inner thigh as if anticipating entrance to her pussy. He sank himself inside her with one deep, hard thrust, which caused them both to cry out in gratification. Their rhythm was one that strived for satisfaction in its intensity. He pumped into her, and she ground against him, meeting his ferocious need. She pulled his head to her breast, and he obliged by sucking deeply on one of her nipples, taking down to the areola into his mouth.

“More, take it all!” Cierra cried out.

“Oh fuck yes!” Steven growled.

She felt the walls of her pussy clench around his rod before she arched and tensed while she came.  Steven was far from done with her it seemed, because he flipped her over until she was on her hands and knees. She felt the head of his manhood against the tight glove of her ass. 
Oh yes,
I haven’t been taken like this in such a long time.
She wiggled in anticipation, knowing the flow of her body had already made her slick and ready to accept him there.

“Do you want this, love?”  he asked. “Shall I take your ass?”

“Yes, do it.” She panted.

Steven reached around her thighs and traced her pussy once more with his expert touch. His finger rubbed her clit until she moaned and arched.

“I want you now,” she said.

She was slick and wet. Cierra felt him use her own body juices to coat the tip of his cock and her tight entrance before he slipped inside her slow and with deliberate ease so he wouldn’t harm the tender flesh. She was reeling from the strength of   her desire to feel him completely immersed in her. He went from rubbing her clit to sliding his finger deep inside her pussy; all the while he gingerly inched his way into her, giving her body the time it needed to accept him. She could hear him panting with the exertion to show restraint and he stilled when he was buried inside her.

“Jesus, I can’t hold back.” She could tell the words were said through gritted teeth. She wished she could see him, and watch as pleasure played across his face.

“Don’t. Come with me this time.”

She felt him move and gave herself over to the sensual bliss that was in the room with them at the center. He grabbed her hips and with a loud groan, his thrust became more fevered. He toppled them to the side while they were still connected and lifted one of her legs across his hard, muscled thigh. His fingered her snatch one more and his thumb rubbed her clit until she quaked in his arms and screamed his name.  Cierra lost all conscious thought except for the primal need that was stoked like a fire inside her. When she came, it rocked her body until she screamed his name and heard his guttural cry of her own in return. His seed filled her, hot and thick, before she felt his tense body relax and sink into the mattress. His harsh breathing filled her ears.

Cierra dozed off; she couldn’t help it. When her body was utterly decimated by pleasure, she figured that a few minutes to reconstruct her thought process was warranted. His soft kisses against her shoulder brought her back to reality with a big smile on her face.

“You still with me, Cierra?” His voice was deep and utterly sexy. “Are you okay?”

“One hundred percent yes,” she murmured.  “I’m so all right I could go on deck and dance a jig.”

“Sounds good, but I’d rather keep your lusciousness to myself. A bunch of boats around us with drunk men I might to beat them men off with sticks.” He folded his hand behind his head.

She climbed on to his hard body and rested her head on his chest.  “So this was your plan? Get me out here so you can have your wicked way with me?”

“Are you complaining?” He stared at her with those sexy blue eyes.

“Not in the least. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to make a move on me.”

He raised his head and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “Now, the move’s been made and you’re mine.”

She liked the possessiveness in his voice. Cierra was all about the strong man and she was glad her instinct had been correct about Steven.

“I can live with that, just as long as you know it works both ways.” 

“Absolutely, love. I want it no other way.”

The boat bounced gently on the small waves in the middle of the river. They stayed below, opting to now wear clothes while they snacked and talked. She learned more about him, their relationship jump from flirtation to passion. She could see herself falling in love with him big time. After all the months of teasing and secret looks, she wondered in some way if she already had.

* * * *

Later that night, they lay out on the deck and watched the fireworks burst in the sky from the Macy’s fireworks display. They were far enough away that the sound of each rocket was not deafening, but close enough that the boat seemed to be under a canopy of colored lights.

“It’s so breathtaking,” she breathed. Simultaneous explosions caused red, white and blue sparkles to fill the sky

“Isn’t it?”

His voice was quiet and when she looked over, he was not looking upward. Instead, his eyes were on her. She couldn’t help but meet his gaze while the colors from the fireworks bathed his skin in splashes of light..

“Are you talking about the fireworks?” she teased lightly.

He rolled over and cupped her cheek before kissing her. “No, I’m not.”

The rest of the fireworks show went off in its usual spectacular way. But it couldn’t compare to what was happening in her heart. Her every dream and fantasy was coming true and with a guy who could make desire spark like fuse. Even after all went quiet and they still laid out on the deck of the boat looking up to the sky. Around them, they could hear boats heading into the port while they stayed anchored.

“Do you mind waiting for a little while until everything settles down back at the Seaport?” he asked. “With every boat trying to dock and people trying to get home, it will be a nightmare for a few hours.”

“Well, then we should find something to keep us occupied for a little bit.” She gave him a seductive smile.

“Shall we be naughty?” His lips curved as well and he helped her up so they could go below deck again. “I left a little surprise in the bathroom for later. Go put it on.”

Cierra went to the lavish bathroom of the boat. She decided to stop calling it such because boat meant some little craft you could only stay on for a few hours. This was a yacht that was built to cater to the wealthy. She saw a little box sitting on the marble bathroom sink. It hadn’t been there before when she cleaned up after their afternoon of passion. Even when she went down to use the facilities later in the day while he was getting dinner ready
.
There was nothing on the sink.
He must’ve put it there when I dozed off on deck,
she thought, and opened the gold and black box. 

Inside was a body stocking made of the sheerest silk she had ever seen. It was black with hints of golf flecks, but she could see her hand through the material and it was soft to the touch. She’d seen body wear before and felt the netted material pinch her skin, but this was something that was way more expensive and she would have never bought it for herself.  She slipped it on gently, not wanting to tear or run the fabric.  She looked in the mirror at her dark skin that showed through the material. It left noting to the imagination down to the dark skin of her areolas, and her shaved snatch could be seen.
Holy shit, this is hot!
She saw the light of desire reflecting back in her dark brown eyes. Her full lips still looked swollen from his kisses. He saw her as beautiful and it thrilled he. She was excited that he would  be loving her body again.

She walked out, expecting to see him lying on the bed, but instead, he was standing looking out the small window of the cabin.  He turned when he heard the soft click of the bathroom door closing and his eyes darkened when they roamed all over her body.  A slow hiss escaped his lips while he walked toward her. Cierra felt every ounce of desire and passion that was inside him funneled into that one sound. Steven lifted his head, took her hand, and walked her over to the soft blue chair that was in the corner. The edges of the wooden arms rests could be seen while the rest was covered in the same upholstery.

He sat her down and looked at her with desire filled eyes. “I’m going to tie your hands to the chair and taking my time pleasuring you. You can’t touch me, only feel.”

Cierra became breathless at the thought, so she only nodded.  This was going to be pleasurable torture and it made her wet knowing she would be at his mercy. He produced two silk scarves and tied her wrists to the chair. Steven was on his knees in front of her and she watched as he unbuttoned his white cotton shirt and threw it to the floor. She wanted to reach out and caress the smooth expanse of chest, but she was already restrained. He began with one long, slow kiss that muddled her thoughts and as their tongues dueled, he caressed her body. Steven trailed kisses down her torso until he reached her lap. She moaned as he pushed her legs apart and spread her legs wide. She forgot to breathe when she felt his hot breath against her pussy. Cierra shuddered in anticipation before he teased her with one little flick of his tongue against her clit.
Holy shit
. The sensation of his tongue and the material of the body stocking made her shiver. 

Her breath caught in her throat and her bound hand shifted restlessly. She lifted her hips, hoping he would relieve the ache. The sweet pleasure to feel what he was going to do next became more than she could bear. Cierra leaned her head back against the char and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, waiting for his next touch, feeling a wildness fill her that she could not describe. Steven finally pressed his mouth against her pussy. She could feel the material grow damp under his lips and he took his fill of her through the sheer silk.

“Oh my God!” she cried out.

The feeling of his hot mouth combined with the texture of the silk sent her into a frantic tailspin of need.  Cierra moaned and arched to feel more of his mouth.  She heard a low, throaty sound emanate from  him. His face was pressed between her thighs and his tongue roamed hungrily, trying to get inside her. The barrier teased them both and barred him from gaining entrance to the prize, so he licked at her clit in a frenzy. It sent her over the edge under the onslaught of his mouth and she ground herself against his face.

“Let me touch you, please!” she begged.

“This is my game, love. You play by my rules,” he replied.

Steven went back to his ministrations of her pliant, aching flesh. And she was sent back on the path of tumultuous passion under his mouth.

“Yes! Yes, baby, now!” she cried

Her body arched, he gripped her hips, pulled her back into the chair and kept her restrained.  He made her come once more and licked as her juices flowed. His groans of delight at how her body responded to him filled her ears. His breath was just as labored when he raised his head from between her legs.

“Will you take me now? Can I feel your cock inside me?”  Cierra panted.

“My game,” he whispered, and she moaned in frustration.

His hand was at the soaking wet area between her legs. It was a mixture of her own wetness and his saliva.  He grazed his finger her over clit, then he teased the entrance that she longed for him to fill. Cierra was under his control and what it made her feel was almost overwhelming.
I like it!
She tried to move her body to let his fingers bury deep inside her. The silk barrier stopped his digit and Steven wasn’t ready to give her what she craved.  He continued to trace from the sensitive outer flesh to her clit in one continuous movement.

“Please.” She looked down at him, pleading with him with her eyes as well.

“What do you want me to do?” Steven asked.

“I want your fingers inside me.” She gasped and closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Her eyes snapped open and their gazes connected again. His hands gripped two areas of the silky body stocking.  She cried out as he ripped the fragile material mercilessly. Without hesitation, he slid his finger into her slick opening, so very slowly, until he had it into her wet core. The knuckle of his other finger was pressed against her clit. The penetration of her snatch was slow and deep and he kept pace until she begged.