"Thank you."
Thall turned his head to face her. "For what?"
"You've been super patient with my silly fears and so helpful with my sea sickness. I'm really a much more competent person than I've seemed on this trip." She swallowed a mouthful of wine. Thall refilled her glass and his, then placed that empty bottle on the deck.
He swallowed a large mouthful, placed his glass on a side table, took hers and placed it next to his. He wrapped his fingers around her hands. "It's been a pleasure sharing this adventure with you. And I've enjoyed every moment of it. I wish it could last forever." He released her hand and brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. "You're so beautiful."
A tingle of joy exploded deep inside Capri. She bit her bottom lip and lifted her gaze to his. "You're drunk."
"You were beautiful when I was sober." He traced his finger across her lips.
She nipped at the tip of his finger. "Why didn't you say it sober?"
He wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to his.
A heat rose in Capri that jumbled her nerves causing a war within. On the Kiss me side, her body begged for the moment when his lips would touch hers. On the What if side, her mind raced. Should she let him? Did she want a one night thing? It was probably not lust, only the wine. She needed a moment to think.
His lips pressed against hers, and her body cheered in victory. He tasted like wine, and she wanted to drink his kisses into oblivion. She turned and wrapped her arms around him and allowed herself to be lowered onto his chest, and he settled back against the seat.
He pressed his kiss harder against her as he opened his mouth. Capri responded and moaned when the tip of his tongue fluttered across her teeth. He slid his hand down her back and snuck under her blouse. The heat of his fingers across the flesh of her back ignited a fire deep in her.
Capri slipped her tongue into his mouth and flicked it against his. They rolled their tongues together. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping his head to pull him closer.
Breaking off the kiss with a gasp, Capri shifted to sit up. Her chest heaved—her breaths coming in small pants. Thall reached for the buttons on her blouse and with slow deliberation released each one. He slipped the silky material down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Then he reached behind her, undid the back of her bra, pulled the straps down and let it fall onto his chest. Capri raised her hands to cover herself. He caught her wrists and stopped her. "No, let me look at you. You're beautiful. You're breasts are…I want to suck your nipple, to taste it." He raised his head, but could not reach her, lying down.
The passion in his eyes and words made Capri's nipples erect and the skin around puckered a dark pink. She adjusted her position and leaned forward. Her left nipple neared his mouth. She paused. Again he tried to suckle her, but could not reach her. He stuck his tongue out and flicked the tip against her aroused bud.
"Ahh!" She closed her eyes.
He circled the round nub with his tongue as he reached behind, placing his hands on her back and pressing her lower. When her nipple passed his lips, he closed his mouth around it and sucked.
"Oh God, that feels so good." She ground her hips against his.
He pulled his mouth back, grazing his teeth along her tender flesh. "The other one. I want to suck it, too."
She moved and lowered her right breast until her nipple entered his mouth, and his lips enclosed it. As he squeezed against it with his lips, his tongue danced on the tip. Each movement made her head swim with desire. Her pussy sent messages of jealousy.
The night air felt cool on her wet nipple as he released his grip on her. Thall shifted, picked up Capri and leaned her back against the bench. The white leather was cool to the touch of her aroused flesh, but his tongue was fire, inching along from breast to belly button to breast. He'd grazed his teeth across a nipple and retraced his path to her other breast then repeated the motion with his teeth.
Capri gripped at his shirt, unable to express anything beyond a moan. Her pulse raced. Her heart pounded against her chest. Each touch of his flesh on hers added more fire to the pressure building between her legs.
Her pussy stopped begging for attention and screamed. She shifted her hips and arched her back. His kisses passed her belly button and stopped at the waistband of her pants. "Please, yes." She opened her legs.
Thall leaned up and drove his tongue into her mouth, and he ground his fingers into her pants. Purrs emanated from her throat, and her hands clawed at his back. He released her mouth and shifted his hands to the front zipper.
"Undress me, hurry. Tease me." A flushed heat rippled from her face to belly. "You're making me so hot. I want to scream."
He hooked his thumb into both waistbands and with a swift moved pulled her slacks and panties to her ankles. He pulled her shoes off, tossed them aside then ripped her clothes off and dropped them.
Capri watched his eyes as his gaze traveled across her body. He licked his lips, placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. He knelt between her legs. His gaze danced over her trimmed bush and down her dark, pink cleft. Lifting his head, he turned and reached for the bottle of wine. Thall gulped several mouthfuls and offered some to Capri. She tilted back her head, and he poured the wine into her mouth.
With great gulps, she chugged the red elixir. He pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue lapping at every drop of wine. Breaking off with a groan, he leaned back and tilted the bottle over her belly. "If your mouth tastes that exquisite, what will your pussy taste like?"
Her belly quivered as she waited for the first drop. In came in a gush and spilled over her belly, dribbling between her legs and dripping onto the deck. Thall dropped the bottle then fell to his knees and lapped at the wine covering her flesh.
The heat of his breath neared her clit. She arched and moaned. "Please. Oh God, please. Touch me. Suck my clit." She dropped her head back onto the seat and waited. Her body trembled. Her flesh ached. Her clit begged.
With a gentle lap, he brushed his tongue along the top of her swollen nub. She screamed as if a whip had slashed her skin. He stroked her again. She arched and released a loud moan.
Wrapping his lips around her, he sucked her bud. Each squeeze of his lips extracted a groan from her lips. He increased his pressure and flicked his tongue against her.
Capri wallowed in the erotic agony he had driven her to. Every muscle in her groin was poised to explode with ecstasy. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and pressed her hips toward his mouth.
It began with a small rumble and ended with a howling scream. Her body twitched as the orgasm rolled through her in waves. Through contented bliss, she felt his arms slip around her as he pulled her onto his chest. Capri rested her head and listened to his heartbeat.
Her body relaxed and her eyes fluttered closed.
Thunk.
"What was that?" Capri whispered.
"I don't know. Whatever it was it can't be good."
Chapter Sixteen
Thunk.
Capri placed her hands on Thall's chest, pushed up and peered around in the darkness. "I think something hit the boat."
Thall heaved an exasperated sigh. I suppose I have to go do the hero thing. Shifting out from under her, he adjusted the front of his slacks, walked to the railing and peered into the inky blackness.
Thunk.
"It's over there." Capri pointed to the opposite side of the yacht. She stepped behind Thall and followed him to the left side of the bow. As he leaned over to check the water, she rose onto her toes and tried to peek over his shoulder.
He shrugged. "I don't see anything. It's just too damn dark."
Capri wrapped her fingers around his bicep and squeezed. "What's that?" She pointed. "Over there?"
"I don't see anything."
She placed her hands on both sides of his head and turned him to face the direction she was looking. "That. That big, dark log thing." With a gasp, she
released him and stumbled back. "You don't think…"
He turned and placed his hands on her waist. "No, I don't think it's a body."
Her hand flew to her mouth. "From the tsunami. It could've been pulled—" She shoved him aside, leaned over the railing and heaved.
Thall stepped behind and held her hips. His groin brushed against her bare ass. The urge that had been denied raised a flag. He scolded himself that this was not the proper time and held out his hand to help Capri straighten up.
"I don't want to be here anymore." She wrapped her arms around her chest for a second then padded toward the stairs.
Thall followed her below deck. Her suitcases lay against the stools next to the breakfast bar. He picked one up and opened the door. The automatic light clicked on. "Your room." He placed the suitcase on the edge of the bed then left to retrieve the other.
"This door here, leads to." He slid it open. "Your head—bathroom in boat language. I'm hoping mine has aired out by now."
"Sorry. It was the first one I could find." Capri leaned past him and peered inside. As she did, Thall caught a glimpse of her breasts in the mirror's reflection. A whiff of her scent tickled his nose. The flag threatened to be hoisted again. He inhaled a deep breath and released it.
"If you need me, shout." He crossed the room.
She chewed her thumbnail. "You're…not going to…like stand guard or something?"
He turned to face her. "Guard against what? We're in the middle of the ocean."
Capri closed her eyes, placed her hand on her belly and swayed. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze. "I'm scared. I'd really like if you…"
Thall blinked and shrugged a begrudging agreement to her request. What else could he do? A beautiful, naked woman wanted him to protect her. He stepped through the doorway and slid it shut.
As he entered his room, he mumbled, "This kind of sucks. I thought the hero always got laid. And didn't spend the night sleeping on deck, hoping that it isn't a dead body banging against the boat." He pulled the blanket off the bed, walked up to the deck and settled on the bench.
The night was quiet. Capri's screams of ecstasy no longer filled the air. What a wondrous experience exploring her body. Tasting her lips, nipples and clit had been the icing. He wanted to eat the cake. Losing himself in the depths of her would be beyond anything he'd experienced in his six thousand years.
He peered out into the darkness. Which would be an easier thing to do, if things didn't go bump in the night. He rested his head on the back of the bench and closed his eyes.
Wawk! Wawk!
The screech of an angry seagull ripped Thall from the depths of a very pleasant dream. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't bedding Capri, but was staring at two seagulls fighting over the leftover spaghetti. Then the headache hit. He groaned, dropped back onto the bench and covered his head with the blanket.
Wawk! Wawk!
"Shut up," he shouted from under the blanket. Thall reached out his hand and groped around, feeling for something to throw. He wrapped his fingers around the first thing he located and heaved it.
"You threw eighty-five dollar Victoria's Secret bra at a seagull?"
Thall pushed the edge of the blanket off his face. The brilliant sunshine made him wince as if knives had been stabbed into his brain. He squinted and peered at Capri, who stood next to him with her hands on her hips.
"Did I kill it?"
She rolled her eyes, bent, picked up her bra and chuckled. "A bit of a hangover? I'll make more of my grandmother's famous cure." She tossed her bra over her shoulder and walked away. Thall closed his eyes and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Thall smiled. In his sleep, Capri had dropped her black thong on the floor, fell back on the bed and signaled him to join her.
"Ready? One. Two. Three!" The blanket was ripped off, and the blazing sun blinded him as he snapped his eyes open.
"Wow. What were you dreaming about? That's a good morning woody, you've got there." Dressed in a pair of shorts and top, Capri grinned from ear to ear and held a glass of thick, green liquid and offered it to him.
His stomach lurched. "Am I supposed to drink that?"
"Chug'er right down. Secret family recipe. Guaranteed to cure a hangover. Now, be a good boy and drink it."
He held the glass under his nose and sniffed. Swallowing down his gag reflex, he shuddered. "This better work." He lifted the glass to his lips, and swallowed a mouthful. Retching, he spit and groaned. "Fuck, it tastes like rotted, dog vomit."
"Eat a lot of that, have you?" Capri settled on the captain's chair and turned to face him. She flicked her hand at him. "Drink the rest of it."
Thall inhaled a deep breath and gulped the putrid smelling contents. He lowered the glass to the table then released a deep belch.
"Feel better?"
He raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Good, because it's a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky and miles and miles of calm ocean. I made breakfast. Bacon and eggs. It's waiting in the galley."
Thall stood, yawned and followed her below deck.
When they'd finished eating, they cleaned up those dishes plus the mess left from the night before. Capri commented, three times, how amazed she was the wine didn't stain the white leather seats. Thall collected empty wine bottles, stored them then settled down with the GPS and navigation chart then tried to figure out where they were. Capri sat next to him and shook a bottle of finger nail polish.
"You want to drive?" He glanced at her as she painted her toenails bright red.
"Having a mani-pedi here."
"So that means no?"
"Yes, it means no." She waved the little brush at him. "Can I do your toenails?"
He jumped off the bench, sat on the captain's seat and pressed the ignition button. After checking the chart, he turned the boat west. Capri focused on finishing her pedicure.
"Land ho!" Thall pointed.
Capri stood and squinted in the direction. A small rise of land appeared above the horizon. "Flores?"
"Doubt it? But at least I'm happy to find land. We can ask the locals where we are." Thall directed the boat closer to the island. He circled around, then killed the engine and dropped anchor.
"Isn't there supposed to be a dock? And people with leis and piña coladas?"
"Was kinda hoping for something like that. This might just be an uninhabited island. No dock. Definitely no piña coladas. And damn it, nobody to ask where we are." He shrugged. "Want to change plans and go exploring?"
Capri jumped up. "I'll see if I can rustle us up a snack for later."
"I know what I want to eat?" He ran his gaze up and down her body, pausing at her lower belly.
She blushed, bit her bottom lip and slipped below deck.
Crossing to the back of the yacht, he readied the zodiac dingy.
Capri stepped next to him and held up a small brown basket. "Look what I found. I packed some cheese and crackers and a good French Bordeaux."
"Let me put some swim trunks on. I'll be right back."
Capri placed the basket in the zodiac and checked her bag. "Sunscreen. Lip balm. Sunglasses."
"Stud."
Shaking her head, she didn't look up from her bag.
He placed his finger under her chin and raised her face. Undoing the knot that held the bottom of her shirt, Thall slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the deck. "You won't be needing that. Or this." He tugged at the strap of her bikini top.
Capri's eyes widened as she glanced around. "I couldn't. What if…"
"There is no what if. There's no one around." He stepped closer and placed his mouth by her ear. "My intentions are not honorable. I loved what happened last night. You were incredible. So free in the giving of yourself and letting me explore you."
He brushed his lips across her ear. "I want more."
She raised her gaze to meet his. "So do I." She reached behind and released the ties to her top. It slipped from her body and fell to the deck.
Overcome by the urge, he leaned closer, pressed his mouth on hers and communicated his lust. A jolt of electricity shot through him when she responded. Her breasts pressed against his chest as his erection grew and pressed into her hip.
It would only take a moment. He could sweep her to the floor and be between her legs, reveling in the luxury that awaited him. He pulled back with a groan. Panting, he gasped out, "Let's go, or I'll do you right here on the deck."
Capri stepped out of his grasp, picked up her bag and accepted his help onto the zodiac. The ride was swift as they skimmed across the water and beached the little boat. Thall secured the line to a palm tree and held out his hand. "Want to explore a bit?"
He followed a trail through the dense bush, pushing back branches and helping Capri over fallen logs or boulders.
She tripped on a vine and caught herself on palm tree. "Why wouldn't whoever made this path go around the trees and rocks?"
"I think this isn't human made. I think it's an animal route and will probably lead us to water." He paused. "Speaking of which. Hear that?"
Capri shook her head.
"I think it's running water. Come on, this way." He pushed more brush out of the way and headed in the direction of the sound. Stepping from the shadow of the forest, he shaded his eyes from the bright light as he stood in a clearing nestled beside a small lagoon with a cascading waterfall.
"It's spectacular." Capri stood next to him.
He glanced at her breasts and grinned. "The scenery's nice. Those are spectacular. And I think I need to suck one." He stepped in front of her, lowered his mouth and latched on to her right breast. Teasing her nipple with his tongue made it grow rounder and erect. "Hmm. That's better."
Thall straightened and cupped her breasts, bouncing them, making her flesh jiggle. He stared into her eyes as he traced around the puckered skin and rolled her nub between this thumb and middle finger. "I love the way this feels. Your skin is so soft. But your nipple is so firm. And so suckable." He lowered his head and pressed tiny kisses along her breast until he reached her swollen bud. He wrapped his lips around it and pulled back until it popped from his mouth. The sight of her aroused nipple and the sweet honeyed taste of her skin pushed his penis to a full erection, which strained against his swim trunks.
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