She lay back on the bed, her eyes partially closed, her hair splayed over the comforter like a goddess. My goddess.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, rolling her head back and forth. “Yes,” she breathed.
I got her jeans open and down to her hips where I laid my eyes on a tiny lace thong that I knew I’d like a whole lot more when it was in my teeth, being dragged off her lovely bottom.
As soon as she was naked from the waist down, her hand flew to her clit, where she began to make small circles. Goddamn if I didn’t love a woman who didn’t hesitate to beat off right in front of me. If you asked me, nothing was hotter.
I ran my palms up the inside of her thighs, drawing out the inevitable moment when I would no longer be able to restrain myself. I groaned as I drank in the scent of her excitement—a fresh pussy dying for attention, dripping onto the bed below. I pushed her hand aside to press my own thumb to her clit. When I made the lightest of circles, she moaned and lifted her hips to give me more access. Just like the good girl that she was.
And when I finally tasted her, I went into a free fall, my world rocked from right under my feet. Fortunately, she was on the edge of the bed so I could kneel—I no longer trusted my legs to keep me upright. She was salty, sweet, and fresh, her pussy quivering as it begged for more. Slipping a finger into my mouth, I wet it and slowly worked it into her tight core, which gripped me with a hunger I’d underestimated. My girl from the Drive By Saloon needed me and my touch. I was going to give her everything she ever wanted.
And then some.
Chapter 11
Garnet
Good god, had it been a long time since I’d been with a guy, much less a man like Nat. Sure, I felt the rush of reservations about messing around with a guy I hardly knew, but it was happening, and it was intense and magical and there was no way in hell I’d stop it. Don’t ask me how I knew, but it was more than sex. Our connection was strong and unlike anything I’d ever felt with a guy.
I wasn’t usually drawn to the super-straight preppy sort of dude, but Nat’s kiss had me all twisted up inside. Each one took me further away from any assumptions I had that an accountant couldn’t be anything more than a bore. How wrong that was, I was very happy to find.
“Oh, god,” I cried as he felt inside me with his thick fingers, reaching my g-spot and bringing me to the edge of what would be the first of many orgasms.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he growled as his lips found my hard clit again. The suction he formed nearly drove me wild, leaving me thrashing on the edge of the stateroom’s bed. I could have sworn I was literally causing the boat to rock. Maybe I was.
“Do you like it better when I finger bang you? Or suck you?” he asked.
“Both!” I managed to choke out, gasping as he fucked me harder with his hand. I planted my feet on the end of the bed for leverage and lifted my hips to drive myself further into him. But before I could come, he shifted, and in an instant was over my body, hands under my blouse, lips running down my temple to my neck and back up again. He slipped a finger into my mouth and watched me enjoy my own tang.
“God, I’ve wanted to get my hands on your delicious tits,” he said when he’d pushed up my shirt and moved my bra out of the way. His fingers were like flames on my sensitive skin, leaving me writhing with a touch I couldn’t decide whether to call pain or pleasure. Maybe because it was a combination of the two. His mouth found my nipples, licking and biting them as he ground his hard erection through his abrasive jeans against my bare, soaked pussy. I cried out from the rough fabric, but I had to admit, I pressed harder into him for more. All I could think of was how I wanted more.
He dropped back to his crouch, his face positioned right between my legs. His tongue wandered up my thigh, alternating with small nibbles, until he reached my wet and puffy lips. He pushed my legs even wider apart and ran his face up and down, from my ass to my clit, with long, deep strokes of his tongue. The orgasm that had been building hit me like a truck, but he didn’t slow. His relentless mouth brought me to another, leaving me gulping for air, every nerve in my body screaming in response. As I struggled to raise my head to see him, I found him yanking at his belt buckle and slipping his jeans and boxers down his thighs. I was so woozy, I could barely think about was next.
He took a step back, finally giving me a full view of his hard pecs, tight abs, and the perfect line of hair that ran from his belly button to a very hard and delicious-looking cock. I nearly passed out watching him run his hand up and down his long erection, stroking slowly and deliberately, his gaze locked on mine. As I came back to my senses, I pushed myself up to sitting and removed what was left of the clothes hanging off my body. With a good look at Nat, my energy came rushing back. I stood from the bed and moved toward him with an extended hand, his gaze wandering over my naked body. I positioned him on the edge of the bed where I’d just been and lowered myself to between his knees.
I took his cock out of his hand and ran my fingers over the shaft’s velvety skin. His head was too wide to get my grip around, so I loosened my fingers and gathered the first drop of precum to my mouth. It was salty and sweet.
“Fuck baby, I like how you stroke me,” he growled. “Give me some more.”
I smiled at him, slowly moving my mouth toward his erection. I ran my tongue over the glistening head of his cock, enclosing my lips over it and creating a light suction while I tasted him. He dropped his head back, muttering something incomprehensible. But I think I knew what he was getting at.
I lowered my head over his cock until it banged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I couldn’t stop. He tasted so good, and I wanted to make him feel as great as he’d made me. I pistoned my lips up and down his length from root to tip, keeping my eyes locked with his.
Reaching my free hand between my legs, I found myself creamy and dripping and ran my fingers up and down the slickness between my puffy lips. My hand and mouth worked in perfect rhythm together and another orgasm was building for me, just as one was for Nat.
He bucked his hips against my greedy mouth, and when he saw me pounding my pussy, I could swear he got even stiffer. With my free hand, I grabbed his balls and gave a gentle tug, which sent him into a frenzy. Just as I’d hoped.
“Uh…I’m coming…god I’m coming baby,” he cried.
And as he did, my own orgasm ruptured, shaking me so hard I had to release him so he could finish coming on my tits. The room filled with my cries as the white heat of my climax shot over and through me. My head bucked while my pussy contracted, and Nat’s delectable cum on my tits was warm and made me feel so sexy.
Soon as I had the strength, I scooted up on the bed next to him, my breasts dripping with his semen, my pussy dripping with my own. He drew a comforter over us, and with my head buried in his shoulder, we dozed.
* * *
The morning sun splashed across the room, waking me from a sound sleep, alone and at first, unsure of where I was. When the gentle rock of the boat made itself known, I remembered where I’d fallen asleep, and why I had a smile on my face. I turned to see Nat coming down the steps from the deck shirtless, in his jeans.
“Hey, baby. Went outside for some fresh air. Gorgeous day.”