HIS DESIRE II

The silvery white dawn gradually showed brown red, and the morning glow reflected on the glassed window. All the silence, the bright light of the horizon on the east, carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. The cluttered living room appeared the next morning. Random items were thrown throughout the place, sofa pillows were everywhere, sheets and wrinkled clothes and traces of essence can be seen on the carpet and marble floor. The master's bedroom was rumpled with clothes that had been thrown randomly out of the wrecked bed. Bed sheets were tangled at the end of the bed in a ball of knots; pillows were laying half out of their patterned pillow cases. It looked like a vicious tornado had ripped through the room and left all the possessions in a complete mess.

From the kitchen, the sound of slapping flesh to flesh, groans and gasps, moans of pleasure and sweat filling the air. Mort thrust deep and hard into her as he licked her neck. Her back pressed against the kitchen wall, breasts bouncing as he ravished her, bringing heaven between her thighs. He thrust his hips and it felt like her flesh was stretched beyond its limit.

"Aahh! aahh! aahh!" Sumire's loud moans echoed the silent home while tightly clinging to Mort's arms, legs encircled around his waist. Her nails dug deep into his muscled arms.

"Sumire, ugh!" Mort groaned. His sweat from his perfectly sculpted body dripped all over her.

This is their third day on the island and Mort didn't miss a chance to own her every single second. He claimed her dusk till dawn straight and didn't even let her rest. She only had a short break but his shaft continued to go in and out of her womanhood.

Unable to feel herself, he kept moving, gyrating his hips and drilling her deeper with each powerful stroke.

"Mort, I'm coming!" Sumire exclaimed and shuddered when she exploded in delicious pleasure, eyes rolled up in ecstasy and head spinning dizzily.

Just a few seconds, Mort followed her, he erupted and a lava of cum flooded inside her. Her mouth gaped as a tingling sensation shot and her toes curled with the blast. Her legs quivered violently and she felt so full. They reek the smell of raw hot sex.

Mort place her on the table and lay her back. He start sucking her juices pouring out, licking deliciously at the glorious meal he had in the morning. He expertly turn her back and hold her thighs up and entered again. His kisses trailed and nibbled her back, shoulder, neck and earlobe while moving behind her in a steady and perfect rhythm. He caressed her belly up and cup her bouncing breast, kneading it gently.

"Hmmnn... aaahh..." with her inviting moan, his pace increased and he became ferocious again. He became a rutting beast, growling behind her. She moaned and writhed, her limbs grew weak.

Her thighs and toes lifted in the air as Mort continued ramming her. Wetness pooled between her legs drifting to the floor as she bit her lower lip. Hands gripped on the table, Sumire moaned in so much bliss. Wave after delicious wave of orgasm rocked over her. His thick white essence slowly dripped down on her legs. Crying in pleasure, she shuddered beneath him.

He slammed into her once more, fingers on her clit. Lower lip bit tight, nails digging the glassed table, she rode out her orgasm, shuddering around him as he continued to move within her.

Mort scooped her up and brings her onto the chair with his throbbing rod still intact inside her and made her sit on his lap.

"Just sit right there, and let me do you..." he whispered huskily. Mort laid her back on his chest as his right hand slipped down on her clit and massaged it while gently moving inside her again. He nibbles on her ears down to her neck. Sumire's eyes were half open in pleasure seeing herself devoured in front of the human-size mirror. Blushing red and lips wetly parted, her eyes dawned at the reflection of his bulging huge shaft moving in and out of her glistening pearl and a pair of emerald eyes looking lustfully at her.

"You look so damn erotic with that face," Mort huskily said and hold her chin up and kissed her fully on the lips. Sumire moaned between their intimate kiss as he move faster, hitting her spot and womb over and over again. "Stay still I'm almost there, baby..." he groaned as she squirts uncontrollably with his thrusts. He fills her with several loads again making sure she'll get a full stomach before they return to the city.

"I can't feel my legs..." she mumbled weakly and fell unconscious in his embrace. A meaningful smile curve on his lips as his hand crawled on her belly button and gently rub it. He expecting little peanut coming in the next few months. Slowly, he pulls out his pulsing shaft.

"Have plenty of rest and save more energy, babe. You'll be worn out later again."

..............

The yacht cruised the serene sea of the late afternoon. The sun, a fiery orb, looks like it’s gradually receding into the waters below. The sky consists of an assortment of shades, a blend of reds, oranges, and yellows. Sumire woke up in the late afternoon, feeling sore down between her legs and stinging pain inside her. She found herself on a white sheet laying in a deluxe bedroom, naked. Feeling unfamiliar with the room, her eyes peruse the place only to find she was in a luxurious cabin of the yacht.

Her sight went to the near opened window, the sound of the waves as they crash against the yacht and seagulls, which she cannot see, squawk in the distance. The smell of saline is oddly comforting. Sumire tried to get up on the bed when a streak of pain from her private area and her back hurt her. Mort surely had railed her for days.

"Ouch," she whined and bit her lower lip.

Sumire covers her naked body in the white satin only to find a red stain under. She scans herself beneath the blanket and finds traces of fresh blood on her legs. The dry blood of her innocent and traces of his essence was artistically painted on her thighs. The steamy night they had flashed back in her mind and she couldn't help but flustered in red from the embarrassment.

Limping from pain, she tried to get out of the bed but instead, she fell from the floor. The cabin door opened and a gorgeous hunk of a man appeared. Mort came into the room holding a tray of food wearing only black boxer shorts, revealing his biceps and broad buffed chest in her sight.

Sumire blushed when her eyes landed on his bulging buddy. It was damn big! She holds the sheet on her chest tightly. She gulped. 'Gosh, did that thing really went inside of me?'

"Eyes on my face, babe," Mort said in a raspy tone that she quickly look up at him in the eyes. She slowly bit her lower lip and shyly look away.

"I made you a brunch..." Mort sauntered the room while Sumire steal a glance and bit her thumb when Mort's back stretched when he laid the food on the bed. He went to her place and scope her from the floor in a bridal style when her face suddenly twitched in pain, flushed and teary.

He carries her back to bed drying her tears. She curled on his chest.

"I'm sorry if I'm too rough with you," he kissed her tears away.

"Why do you have to be so big..." She choked in her tears as her face buried in his neck.

"What can I do? It runs in the family." Mort sexily uttered making her drawn into his deep chuckle. She looks at him. Hot. Peace. Serenity. Contentment. A mixture of all of these creates the unmatched feeling that overwhelms her when she's in his embrace. Sumire bit her lower lip.

"How do you want me to be inside you? Whisper it to me." Mort teasingly said, brushing his imperious nose to her earlobe. With that word, she could feel herself getting wet. Sumire encircled her arms on his neck as he leans down and kisses her. He switch positions and made her lay back on the bed, him on top of her, without breaking their shared hot kiss.

"Ugh, Mort..." she moaned.

"You'll be the death of me, woman." He whispered huskily as his smoldering emerald eyes landed on her wet parted lips. Sumire catch his lips once more and sealed them with hers. Mort gradually moves, spreading her wide his legs, deepening the kiss.

"You should eat now otherwise..." Jaw clenched in patience, Mort grunted and groaned when their lips parted. "I'll forget how badly sore you are and eat you instead..." Their noses teasingly touch. Sumire intensely blushed when she felt his hard, aroused bulging shaft now rubbing between her thighs.

Gulped and controlled breathing, she blinked nervously. "O-okay, l-let's have our brunch together."

Sumire said and coyly smiled. The man helps her get up. He leaned against the headboard of the bed and made her sit on his lap.

Something surreal is happening between them. His rough hands started to crawl inside the sheet and rub her tummy. "You need to fill your belly full..." Mort gently said. Sumire just ignore him when her stomach cutely rumbled. She was famished. She shook the embarrassment away and started to feast on the food.

"I never thought you were a good chef. This is delicious!"

Sumire sincerely praised him and continued chewing the food. She could feel his warm breath on her bare shoulder. His perfectly pointed nose started to trace her delectable neck as his eyes firmly closed, smelling his scent on her.

"Damn, you smell good enough to eat."

He grunted and rested his chin over her shoulder as he watches her eat. She was taking a bite of strawberry when Mort suddenly snatches it away from her. He grins and eats the fruit with her fingertip touching his lips. Their gazes locked. She blushed when he lick her finger.

"What are you doing?"

Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled.

"Eating."

Feeling his eyes move over her. From her eyes down to her exquisite nose, blushed cheeks, and saccharine lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her sheet, greeting him. Again, she blushes.

Mort pushes away the tray of food and lay her back on the bed. His face angled and slowly he claimed her lips, sweet and gentle. Sumire responded and pulls his head closer to him. His kisses began from gentle to roughly intense and grip her wrists above her head with one hand. His right hand clawed the sheet that cover her nakedness, revealing all her perfect curves to his sight.

"Ya khochu byt' vnutri tebya..." he uttered in another language, low and raspy tone.

"What?" She mumbled. "What did you say?" Sumire innocently asked but gulped when his eyes lazily hovered like a predator and now darted on her lips.

"I'm eating you out right now." He said in a husky tone. Drowned in desire, wanting for more, he eased his boxer over hips and teasingly brush his arose, long and thick veiny shaft against her wet womanhood. Mort plunges his aroused sex into her depth without a warning and starts moving roughly on top of her.

"Shit! You're so tight!"

He grunted while the maiden beneath him let out a sexy moan. Mort put her legs on his shoulder and pounded her hard, completely losing his control. His lips mashed against hers, biting and sucking her lower lip madly. She can taste the metallic taste on her lips.

"Ah! ah! Ah! Mort... it hurts!"

She cried but the man didn't listen to her pleas instead he move faster and faster inside her. Minutes later, she comes and he followed her, filling her inside with a load of cums. She shivered violently. His sex was quivering inside her. She felt full!

Sumire didn't recover from the intense orgasm when Mort start moving again.

"W-wait! Mort, I'm just--"

She was cut off when her lips were sealed again with his. They end up having steamy make out over and over again. Her pearl glistened with a thick white fluid, the river of desire flowing out of her. His shaft lingered inside her, hard and throbbing. Lying beside her, Mort satisfyingly grinned and traces the bulge visible in her tummy.

...............

The silver yacht voyaging made its way elegantly along the coast toward the port. The contrast created between the dark waters and the luminous sky makes the horizon look like a meeting of two worlds. The scenery is such breathtaking beauty. The sky is more purple than red now, highlighting the transition from day to night. She leans back against his wide naked chest and stares at the sky, noticing the different hues. The sun has almost set on the horizon.

The zephyr wind whips her face, blowing her raven hair back. Sumire breathes deeply, eyes shutting involuntarily. Mort exited the yacht with a tiny beauty in his arms covered in a blanket, tired and drained with energy.

He descended on the yacht half-naked as Klauss, in his white business suit greeted and bowed after him.

"Boss, everything is settled according to your plan."