Her eyelids grew heavy when Caius began to touch her again. He made her feel worshiped and desired in a way she had never experienced with anyone else. But wasn't that just the way it was? Reagan never felt anything with anyone the way she felt it with Caius. Desire, affection, anger, pain, love. Whatever they felt, they felt it intensely and with every fiber of their being. Inhaling softly when his lips found her skin, Reagan curled her fingers over the edge of the hot tub. She closed her eyes and just allowed herself to relish every sensation. Reagan was more than ready when she felt his cock begin to slide inside of her again and she had to resist thrusting back to meet him. Lifting one hand behind her, she slid her fingers over the back of his head, moaning softly. "You're my everything," Reagan murmured. It should have scared her, how true that statement was, but Reagan was beyond doubts and fear now. Her future was Caius, and nothing as going to change that.
There was no reason to fear it anymore. Maybe at one point or another each of them had, when that objective sense of how huge their feelings and obsession for each other were, but Caius felt well beyond that now. Their lives belonged to one another no matter what, and he was content with that. Intensely happy with it, in fact. They just needed this one obstacle out of their way, and the whole world was theirs. Caius actually felt it in that moment, with his cock buried inside of Reagan’s heat and her fingers in his hair. Holding her perfect tits in his hands, he rocked against her, slowly thrusting at first to build that delicious friction back up. He loved feeling her ass pressed against his body and her back against his chest. He nipped at the top of her shoulder as his hips started to move a bit faster, muffling a groan into her skin. It took work not to just let go and rut in her until he came, but Caius had never been afraid of work. He let go with one hand to slip it down between Reagan’s legs, fingers lightly brushing over her clit.
Reagan knew Caius well enough to know he could have very well bent her over to fuck her brains out, and she loved his restraint in that moment. She wanted to get there again, and Reagan knew he wouldn't let go himself until she did. So she moved with him, gripping his dark hair in her fingers to keep his face close to hers. Her other hand let go of the edge of the hot tub once she knew she could balance herself, and she slipped her hand down to cover Caius's, her fingers joining his against her clit. She didn't apply any pressure or friction, because Caius didn't need to be guided. She only wanted to touch him while he touched her. Reagan focused on breathing, soft moans forming in her throat again until she began to thrust her hips back a little harder against his, her body demanding more. His body was solid and hard behind her and the only downside to this position was that she couldn't watch his face as the pleasure began to overtake him. That was okay though, because the night was still young and there were plenty other surfaces to take advantage of.
Caius fully planned to break in as much of this yacht as possible before he had to turn it in. He was going to get his money’s worth and make sure that Reagan’s knees were still wobbly in the morning. He loved the way she held onto his hair and how she touched the back of his hand like she just wanted to feel what his fingers were doing. Caius moaned along with her, instinctively thrusting harder as she started to bounce back against him, and letting himself get completely lost in the pure physical escape of it. The night was beautiful and it felt so good to do this outside in the fresh air, like fucking under the open sky scratched some primal itch in him. They belonged to the earth and to each other, and whether it was on a million dollar yacht or a blanket in the back yard, it was nice to remember that sometimes. Caius dipped his fingers back a bit to get some more of Reagan’s slickness on them, then started to rub her clit more firmly, wanting to draw even sharper sounds out of her, to push her right over another edge.