She pretended to be surprised, “I thought you had three boats?”
“Goliath II is parked in LA. Although it’s technically a yacht…”
“I get it Owen, you’re rich, geez!”
She laughed and I chased her down the dock.
I fired up the engine, while Sydney went to take a look around the boat – I had brought some wine and food for the ride.
A few minutes later she met me up on the deck, as the boat began making its way out of the gulf.
I grabbed her by the waist.
“These pants are hot as fuck.”
She rolled her eyes while I cupped her ass in my hands. “Wait, who’s driving the boat?”
I smiled. “This thing is smarter than me. With autopilot, it doesn’t need a captain. It means I can pay attention to other things.”
“Other things?”
“Yes, like your fine ass in these pants. And the way your boobs are spilling out of that sports bra.”
“Oh well then that changes everything.”
She kissed my lips, my chin, and then down to my neck. She smelled nice, of salt water and sweat, and I began unbuttoning my shirt. The wind blew her hair, and I brushed it aside. She pulled off her sports bra and my hand cupped her breast, with her left nipple between my fingers. I was kissing her chest now, she was shivering with anticipation. I teased her, going slowly, feeling her body. She was a goddess; something to be adored. And fucked. All night long. My cock hardened at the sight of her breasts hanging free. They were perfect.
I had undone my pants, which fell around my ankles to the deck, and slowly pulled down my boxers, letting my cock free. She leaned down and kissed around it, cupping my balls in one hand and grabbing onto my ass with the other. I held onto one of the ropes that stretched over my head. She was looking up at me, smiling, still teasing.
Finally, she took the head of my shaft into her mouth, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip and along its length. She looked up at me, her eyes clear and full of mischief.
I didn’t want to come just yet so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and laid her back on the boat. I pulled those delicious yoga pants off of her to find that she was more devious than I had realized.
“No panties?”
“Didn’t think I would need them,” she countered.
“Fuck no, you don’t.”
I spread her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs before dragging a finger along her opening.
She was wet already and ready for me.
Good girl.
I went down on her, kissing and licking, as she shivered in the sun. The ocean breeze sent goosebumps up and down her body, making both her nipples perk up. I kissed her thighs, while my fingers played with her clit.
“Fuck, I want you.”
I turned her over and pushed my dick between her soft folds. My fingers latched onto her clit as I pounded into her sweet pussy.
I threw back my head and closed my eyes, moaning and pounding into her soft wet pussy. I knew she liked it fast and hard. I listened to her screams as I plunged deeper inside of her. I slowed down and sucked on her neck, my cock moving inside of her, hitting all the right buttons.
She spread my arms, her hands flat on the deck, as if she was using her whole body to hold on to it. I felt my seed coming, so I paused, and then thrusted several times, hard, until she let out a short scream. My arms went around her neck, and I pulled her up to me as she came, her body twitching against me. Her pussy walls sucking every drop of seed from me.
She was breathing hard, coming off of her orgasm.
“I’m glad you didn’t wear underwear,” I whispered against her skin. “From now on, the less clothes the better.”