Maiya reached, grabbing Bosch's dick and massaging it with needful strokes. Her companion, having thought several steps ahead of her, reached between her thighs and shoved the soaked crotch of her panties aside. One strong hand curled at the back of her thigh and lifted it to his waist, snatching her to him. He batted her hand away from his proud prick, guiding it along her slick inner thigh and teasing the head against her slick labia. He pulled back, watching her face. She threw her head back and cried out when he polished her pearl with the tip of his cock. Clutching his shoulders, Maiya threw her hips forward, trying to lure Bosch into her so that she could capture him.
She felt his lips against her ear.
"Does it feel good?"
She swallowed and nodded.
He kept rubbing, circling the bit of flesh with his throbbing mushroom. Her body arched at him and she mumbled something incoherent. He insinuated the flanged head of his cock into the slippery entrance of Maiya's pussy and nudged a bit. When she tried to entice him to penetrate her, he pulled back. Her plaintive wail reverberated off the walls of the empty room.
"Hmm? What is it?" He inched forward again, pushing in a little more deeply. He felt Maiya's inner walls clamping greedily around him and his soft grunt of pleasure was eclipsed by her frustrated whimpers. With great difficulty, he growled into her ear. "What's that? You have to speak up, Maiya. I can't understand what you're saying with all that noise you're making."
In the half-light, he could see her face washed over with pleasure, her eyes struggling to focus on his while she tried to regain control of her body and her mouth. "Please," she whispered with undisguised desperation.
He thrust a little deeper, stirring inside her. "Please what?" His self-control was slipping, but for the moment, the sight of Maiya in the throes of carnal desire was intoxicating. Her earlier playful tease hadn't nearly the effect his revenge was having.
Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible, but she quickly gathered momentum as the maddening shallow thrusts teased her honeypot to overflow. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Bosch."
Scarcely had his name exited her mouth, when Bosch plunged his aching staff into Maiya's yielding body. The two moaned in unison as his length filled her swiftly and completely. Wetness gathered where their bodies were sealed together. The heat and pressure inside her was incredible, and Bosch held himself there for a long moment, luxuriating in the union.
It was Maiya's fingers pressing into his back that broke his reverie, and Bosch pulled back slowly, feeling the slick lips around his retreating cock. He thrust in again, and Maiya gasped; her snug interior clutched at him from all directions at once, seeking to keep him buried in her velvety deeps. Maiya wrapped her leg around his waist, ass bouncing off the wall with each thrust. Their tongues clashed, teeth and lips moving with abandon against one another as Bosch picked up a rhythm. He felt her nipples against his chest, straining to escape their fabric prison.
Desire clouding his mind, Bosch wrestled with the material holding back Maiya's bountiful bosom, eventually giving up. He yanked the cups down, coaxing the warm, heavy breasts into his hands. His thumbs circled her stiff nipples, and he lifted one tit, dipping his head so that he could lather the nubbin with his tongue, and then suck it into his mouth. He buried himself inside her, then trapped the nip between his teeth and lashed it mercilessly with his tongue, grinding his pelvis against hers.
The pressure cycling against her clit made the helplessly ecstatic Maiya arch her hips toward her partner, angling to take him deeper into her. He pulled his head back, switching to her other breast and showering it with attention, then pulled his ass back and pushed forward again. Cool air assailed her nipple while warm wetness attacked the other. Maiya scraped her nails up his sides, gathering the hem of his shirt and pushing her hands underneath to drag her fingers down his back.
The tiny sting made Bosch's dick leap inside her, and he began a purposeful dance with Maiya, sheathing himself in her only to pull back and dive in again, as if trying to bury himself further. The grasping, slick walls of Maiya's interior tensed and then relaxed, tensed again, matching his movements within her. Planting a kiss on his lover's neck, Bosch braced one hand against the wall and flattened the other against the small of her back.
Maiya took in a quick breath, barely able to exhale before gasping again. Bosch's dick was plunging inside her, stirring her juices. Thunder crashed outside, the sound muted under the couple's own noises of pleasure: the sticky-soft slap of the joinings and partings of flesh; the high-pitched, breathy moans spilling from Maiya; and the periodic rumbles of carnal delight from Bosch. The world was receding, the sound, the light, even the feel of the wall at her back and the floor beneath her feet. All that remained was the cock piercing her, filling her with every thrust, and then leaving her achingly empty each time it withdrew.
Maiya shuddered. Her mind, emptied of thought, focused on some sensation. She was reaching with her body, following some unknown instruction. Her belly tightened, and an explosion of sound left her mouth. Her pussy flexed around the pistoning prick, and then tensed again, even more tightly. For a moment, the bright-hot nexus of their bodies was clear in Maiya's mind. She could almost see the shape of the cock within her, cunt gripping so hard that she could feel every nuance of its shape as it invaded her.
"Aaaahh-AAAAHHH!" Cries burst from her. The tension spurred Bosch to plunge harder, his body taking up a nearly animal rhythm as he tried to meld himself to Maiya.
"Cum for me." The words were guttural, barely words at all, but she heard and responded. Her eyes, unfocused, were staring past Bosch, past the candle, past the window; she could see none of them. The snug passage that was sheathing her lover's prick seemed to collapse around him, choking the surging shaft. Maiya arched her back, fingers biting into his back. With a high-pitched cry that filled the lighthouse, she came. Ecstatic waves crashed through her body, numbing her to all but the insistent movement drawing out her orgasm like a long, high note on a violin. Wetness coursed from her, slicking Bosch's balls and spattering his thighs each time his cock delved in.
The steely determination to pleasure his partner dissolved as her cunt bathed his cock in her juices. The wet, sloppy sound of their mating underscored Bosch's mounting pleasure. First his belly, then his balls began to tense. Each thrust into Maiya was harder than the last, strove to be deeper than the last. Lost in the drive to unite himself with his lover, Bosch pushed into her, pressing both hands to the wall and flattening his body against Maiya's. Her grappling inner walls and the lustful sounds she was making seized him, and with a final, feral thrust, he moaned into Maiya's neck while he emptied himself into her.
The two stayed there, leaning against the wall and holding one another for support for what seemed like forever as they regained their senses. Panting and covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened in the candlelight, they sank to the floor. The sights and sounds of the world faded back in.
"Your eyes," Bosch said after some time, "are beautiful like that."
"Like what?" Maiya nuzzled his cheek, and then licked his lips.
"Pleasured. Satisfied." He lifted a hand to caress her cheek.
"Yours too," she smiled, then pressed her mouth to his.
The candle flickered and their shadows joined on the wall. Outside, the rain poured and the wind howled. In the distance, the cycling whiteness of the lighthouse's lantern disappeared into the darkness.