My heart was pounding, the thrum of near-death throbbing in my veins. I pulled myself close to Langdon, burying my face in his chest, nuzzling him for protection, for security, for dear life.
“Take me inside,” I said in a hot whisper.
But his response came cold. “No.” I looked up at him, confusion obvious in my pouting lips, blue eyes wide. “Out here.”
I looked around, now more stunned than confused. “Here?”
“Here… now.”
“But…”
“Sheryl, you just survived a terrible accident. You could have died! But you’re alive now, you made it through. Don’t let that moment pass you by. Don’t let your life pass you by! Celebrate it! You don’t dare do anything less. I won’t let you!”
“They’ll see, the crew…”
“Let them see,” Langdon said. “They work for me, they work for you. Let them see what kind of woman they’ll never get to have, what kind of woman a woman can truly be.”
“Langdon, I…”
“You’re above them, Sheryl, above all of them. Revel in it, indulge it, live it!”
“But… it’s cold!”
“We’ll make our own heat.” Langdon’s eyes were locked on mine as his hands undid my belt, my snap, my zipper. My heart was still pounding, but now with a whole new sensation. I looked up at the yacht’s blackened windows. They were all watching us unseen. I could only imagine what they were thinking.
“Good, then.” I heard myself agree with Langdon in a voice I only just recognized as my own. Let them see what kind of man Langdon really is, what kind of prize he gets for saving my life, in so many ways.
But that cold ocean breeze cut into me, telling me how much colder it was going to be when he pulled my pants all the way down.
But as always, Langdon was one step ahead. One powerful hand on each side of the zipper and a terrific yank ripped an opening down the middle of my pants, exposing my crotch but leaving the rest of my legs and body covered and warm. I couldn’t help but smile. My trust in him was even greater than before, and my admiration for his cleverness too.
I leaned back against the safety rail behind me, my arms reaching out and wrapping around the rail to secure me. Our bodies spoke to one another without needing words or instructions, as if in a dance that had been choreographed centuries before but never performed until that very moment.
Unsheathing his already hard cock, Langdon reached down under my legs and lifted my lower body up off the deck. My arms stiffened against the rails to support and secure me, but the rest of me was under Langdon’s control. He slipped his head between my labia, which were hot and damp despite the chill. Once his cock slid into me, there was no question about the cold. He was right; we were generating out own heat, and we’d only just begun.
I felt vulnerable with half my body suspended over the vast open sea, but I knew Langdon was in control. His rhythm matched the motion of the sea, in sync with the elements, almost commanding them to do his bidding. I couldn’t help but look up at the blackened windows of the crew cabin above.
“They’re watching us,” Langdon said, “you know that, Sheryl. They’re watching us and wishing they were me, wishing they could fuck a girl so pretty, so perfect, so powerful in her own right. A masterpiece of love and lust, Sheryl, that’s what you are. You’re the subject of every man’s fantasy. You know it and you’ve always known it. Your schoolmates, your teachers, your father’s friends, everybody’s first thought was that they wanted to fuck you so hard, Sheryl, the way I’m doing now, the way those men up there wish they could do! They’re going to dream about fucking you later. They’ll be jerking off to the memory of this very moment! They’re yours, Sheryl. They worship your beauty, but they know they’ll never have it, or anything even like it.”
The boat rolled with the ocean waves beneath us, that careless chop clapping against the hull, seagulls crying overhead as they looked down in envy. They could only fly, after all.
“You’re something special, Sheryl, and your life should be special, better than the others, better than all the others!”
“I… I…” I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I just kept holding that safety rail for dear life as our coats cloaked our crotches, keeping the heat in and the juices flowing, forever flowing. I felt like I was in the center of the natural world, as if the entire Universe were revolving around me and Langdon and that there was nobody else and nothing else in that great expanse of time and space; just me, just him, just us.
“Let me show you,” Langdon said as he pulled me away from the safety rail. I wasn’t prepared, and as my arms slid away, my weight suddenly reminded me of the near-death fall of only a few heated moments before. I reached out in desperation, fingers clawing for his shoulders.
“Langdon, no!”
“It’s okay,” he said, “I got ya!” But my scrambling hands clawed my way up his chest until my arms could wrap around his neck. I held on for dear life, my body sliding down onto him, my legs pulling back to press the backs of my calves against him so I wouldn’t fall too deep. Even in that frantic spin of helplessness, I was learning to find my own footing, to control my destiny even when endless possibility stretched out on either side.
Langdon nudged forward with tiny steps, but each one registered with ten times the power when passed through his transcendent dick, magnified by its size and strength and by my own sensitivity. That cock had become the center of my attention, a subject of longing, desire and beauty, the way I myself had been to so many men nowhere near Langdon’s stature.
So I let my body mold around it, using my legs to keep me in perfect position despite the slow circular march around the deck. Each step pushed us closer together, our two bodies incrementally becoming one.
The boat rocked, swaying and listing, and I was almost afraid of being thrown off, but there was no time for fear, only for faith; in Langdon, in myself, in us. So I kissed him hard, closing my eyes to the danger, to the terrible possibilities I’d just narrowly escaped. I was in good hands, in the arms of the man I loved, and I knew I was safe. I kissed him hard, searching for reassurance just the same.
And I found it. His tongue was calm, and his arms flexed with muscle nowhere near the breaking point. I felt like I’d climbed a massive tree and was making love to it, or to some magnificent moving mountain. Surrounded by that vast ocean and the glimmering creatures of massive power and ancient greatness, I was beyond merely being Sheryl Francis. I felt like I didn’t have a name anymore, that I didn’t need one.
But if I did, my last name would be Cane.
Langdon started to spin, slowly at first, but I could feel my arms clinging tighter to him. His hips thrust less as he spun faster, and it just took a few well-placed jabs before I felt my fingers slipping from off his shoulders.
“Langdon!”
“It’s okay,” he said, “Let go, Sheryl, let go!”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, Sheryl. You must! You must let go… now, Sheryl, now!”
Once again, my body was obedient even as my mind was frozen, overwhelmed. My arms knew what to do and whom to trust, and they slipped away from Langdon’s shoulders. My spine did its part, easing me backward. Langdon’s hands were holding me at the small of my back, my calves retaining their purchase on his strong thighs, my arms languid behind me as I dipped back further and further.
As Langdon spun, I couldn’t fight the temptation to open my eyes. The ocean seemed to be stretched out above me, the sky an endless chasm below. When Langdon began spinning faster the overturned surroundings became disorienting, dizzying. Blood rushed to my head and into my groin. My orgasm was unwilling to be bound any longer.
It flooded me from within with fantastic familiarity, a reminder of our time together, our first time. Even with my world turned upside-down, spinning frantically and going faster and faster, well beyond my control, I could recognize that sweet sensation snapping and snarling inside me, the beast, and she could no longer be contained. The force of Langdon’s spinning threw my orgasm out of its confines, and once released it spread through me like a flood. My stomach was pushed up into my lungs by the centrifugal force and by Langdon’s huge member as my cum poured out in the other direction.
Swept up in the midst of Hurricane Langdon, I threw my arms out over my head as I leaned back further and further. I was resplendent in my confidence in Langdon and in myself, in us as a pair. We spun, each leaning back to counterbalance the other, perfect symmetry, balance personified, a match predestined, natural, well outside the reach of meddlesome man.