Suddenly the boat slows and a few seconds later Elijah is throwing the anchor overboard and motions for me to stand.
He does some kind of nifty move with the bench seating and a submerged bed appears out of nowhere.
“This boat isn’t really meant to sleep in, but it’ll do for tonight.”
I nod, looking back at the coast and taking in all the lights, before sliding into ‘bed.’
Elijah grabs the blanket and drapes it over me. He’s right. It’s not the softest, but it’s thick and warm and I’m thankful.
“Are you going to sleep too?” I ask, wondering if he really is going to cuddle up against me.
“Sleeping would be the furthest thing from my mind if I slid in next to you right now.”
My eyes are immediately drawn to his groin and I immediately understand exactly what he’s referring to. This is a speedboat, no question, but from the looks of his pants, he definitely packed a sail, at least the way his gigantic poll is pointing out exactly horizontal, trying to puncture his zipper.
“This blanket is more comfortable than I expected,” I lie, going for broke. I slide out of my top, lifting it out from underneath the blanket and tossing it next to me where he can see. “I like to let my skin breathe at night when I sleep. It’s healthier that way. I read it on the Internet somewhere.”
“It must be true then,” he deadpans, the moonlight illuminating his clearly twitching cock.
“About as true as how much you care for me.” I pause. “Thank you for saving me back at the harbor even though I was trying to get away from you.”
He mumbles something along the lines of, “It was nothing,” and goes back to trying to ignore his very visible urges, failing miserably.
I reach down and slide out of my pants and panties, discarding them with my top and then unhooking my bra and going completely without clothes, the blanket the only thing between my body and him.
“Do you have anything to eat?” I ask, tossing out anything to try and get him to talk to me.
“You hungry? I can pull up anchor and head in. We can buy something at one of the fill stations along the coast.”
“I’m actually not, but I thought you might be. You’re…big.”
Finally, he turns and looks at me, his eyes unapologetically raking over the blanket in the spots that cover me.
“Oh, I’m hungry all right, but not for the kind of food one consumes to stay alive. I’m hungry to taste that special kind of fruit that’s never been touched. That blood-red cherry that’s pure, innocent, from a virgin tree, the fruits of which are unknown to any other man.”
He says nothing else, just moving closer to me until he’s hovering over me to the point I can’t see him properly, only gazing up at the underside of his chin.
I reach out over my head and take his thick hand, needing both of mine to guide it underneath the blanket as I brush his knuckles over my mound.
“It just so happens I have that exactly. And until today I never knew I was saving it all these years for you…Daddy.”
4
Elijah
A guttural growl forms deep in my belly and rolls off my lips, the sound of that one word, that title, making me aware of something deep within me. Something paternal. Something that wants me to take care of, provide for, and own my little girl forever.
“You know why I brought you out here on the water?” I grunt.
“Because this boat is all you have?”
“That and I wanted a place where we could be how we’re meant to be. No nosy neighbors. No prying eyes. We can be as loud as we want, as free as we want…to be who we really are. Who we need to be.” I pause. “And right now Daddy needs you to play with your naughty little pussy.”
I slam my hands inside my pants, fisting my cock. “Come on, now. Be a good girl and play with that pretty pink pussy for Daddy. Show him how wet and ready it is for his tongue, his cock. Daddy needs to get a good look to see what’s going to be coming all over his dick later.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes, what?” I correct.