“I have a great idea,” he says quietly in between brushing kisses across my lips.
“Uh huh. What’s that?” I touch the whisper onto his lips and return the soft kisses.
“How about you give me those lessons you promised me?” he asks while continuing to trail kisses down my jaw and neck.
“Mmm. Right…right here? Outside…in…front of all of nature?” It’s hard for my brain to remember how to make my mouth speak while he’s holding me and kissing me like this.
“Yup. Right here,” Dalt whispers, sliding his hands down my waist to my thighs. “In front of the birds and bees and anybody else who wants to watch us.”
The way he’s moving his hands in slow strokes up and down my legs has me moaning into his mouth. “Mmm…very…uh…clever…mmm…the way you referenced the birds and the bees there.”
“I thought so.” He nibbles my bottom lip and then his hands are on my ass, squeezing and kneading.
My pussy craves him, causing me to inadvertently rock into the massive shaft pushing into the fabric of my shorts. Though I consider myself a bit of a rebel, having sex outside in the middle of the afternoon where any one might happen to see us is just a little too rebellious, even for me.
“Ooo…wait, Dalt…stop.” I sit up straight, my legs still straddled on either side of his hips. I have to put some distance between me and his soft, kissable lips to be able to think clearly.
“You want me to stop?” The confused expression scrunching his face makes me want to throw all sense out the window and crash my lips onto his; give him what he wants, what I want, out here in front of the birds, bees, squirrels, fish, and anyone else in the vicinity. But as a mother, I’m doing my best to be more levelheaded, trying to set better examples for Chloe. I’m pretty sure sex on a blanket on a public beach in broad daylight is not the action of a discerning mom.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” His I’m-going-to-devour-you-grin is back, tipping up one side of his mouth. “But I have a better idea,” I add before he has a chance to start touching me again. One more stroke of his hand and I won’t be able to stop myself from tearing off his shorts to do some stroking of my own.
“You have a better idea than letting me push deep inside you while you’re riding me until we both can’t see straight?”
“Oh God,” I groan and roll off him onto my back. My pussy clenches in protest, desperate for me to get right back to the splendor of being pressed against Dalt.
Dalt rolls onto his side facing me, props his arm under him, and rests his head on the palm of his hand. “I can’t wait to hear this idea if it’s better than that.” He runs his fingers over the hint of skin peeking out from the bottom of my tank top. My skin pebbles in a needy response. When he skims over the elastic waist of my gym shorts, I place my hand on top of his to keep him from going any further. If he feels how wet and hot I am for him, there will be no stopping either one of us.
“I think we should have some lunch and then go for a swim,” I suggest, pushing myself up into a seated position.
“That’s it?” Dalt flops onto his back and lets out a huge breath. “That’s your better idea? I think you’ve been away from me too long, sweetheart. You’ve lost all concept of the great things we do together.”
“Oh, you think so?” I tug my tank top over my head and throw it across his face. When Dalt drags my discarded top off his face, I’ve already wriggled out of my nylon athletic shorts and I’m standing in front of him in my teeny black string bikini. My breasts have gotten a bit larger since having Chloe. The tiny strips of fabric making up the sliding triangles of the top are providing very little coverage and a whole lot of cleavage. The bottom is pretty much exactly what the style suggests, two strings tied on either side of my hips. Okay, I suppose this little number isn’t exactly the type of example a sensible mom would wear, but this particular mom is only twenty-one and her baby daddy, who is hotter than a gamma ray burst, is drilling her with such intensity with his laser blue eyes, sensible be damned.
Dalt bolts up and reaches out for me, but I’m already running toward the water. I can almost feel the heat of his fiery glare scorching me. The shock of the cold water helps bring down the blazing rise in my body temperature.
My breath catches when I turn and see Dalt tug his t-shirt over his head and throw it across the blanket. I stop mid-giggle. Chee-sus, he’s gorgeous. How is it possible for a man to have been put together like that? Not one damn flaw. If I hadn’t already met his horribly flawed human father, I’d swear he was the offspring of immortal gods. The way the sun glistens off his tanned, ripped chest and abs is enough to put any woman in a mind-numbing stupor. Then there’s those blessed-by-the-hockey-gods thighs. And don’t even get me started on what he’s got going on underneath his swim trunks between those thighs. Someone should make a plaster cast of that thing and put it in a museum as one of the wonders of the world. Seriously. How the hell is a normal, warm-blooded girl supposed to hold out when faced with all that? Lost in my distracted thought, I let out a huge sigh just as Dalt runs into the water and grabs me around the waist.
“You want to go for a swim, huh, soccer girl?” He laughs, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around.
“No! Dalt! Don’t you dare!” The feel of his arms around me and his threat of dunking me into the icy water has me giggling in breathy protests. I try wiggling out of his grasp. When I realize my attempt to fight my way out of his powerful grip is a losing battle, I attempt a different, more peaceful tactic.
For just a moment I stop struggling, lean into him and tease my overflowing tits across his chest. I drop my head just enough to let my nose and lips brush along his neck. That’s all it takes for every bit of Dalt’s focus to take a nosedive straight to his cock. When it does, I take the opportunity to push myself out of his grasp and run backward away from him, laughing and splashing him with sprays of water.
“Oh, so you want to play like that, Bud? Game on!”
Dalt rushes toward me. I try to step from side to side to fake him out and outmaneuver him, but I can’t get my footing while running in the soggy sand along the shoreline. Every time a wave crashes on shore, the squelchy sand washes out from under my feet. Dalt dives and grabs me around the legs. The next thing I know I’m sprawled on my back and Dalt’s stretched out on top of me. An icy cold wave washes over us, pushing us further up onto the beach. We’re both laughing in gasps, unable to catch our breath. When our eyes lock, the carnal longing in Dalt’s eyes sends a jolt rippling through my body. Even in the cold water my body temperature skyrockets. The chilly water is having no effect on the thick, hard shaft straining his swim trunks. It’s rubbing the perfect spot between my legs. The throbbing ache between my legs demands release with such intensity, I’m sure he must be able to feel it.
“I’m hungry,” Dalt whispers, breaking the lust-filled silence.
“You’re…you’re hungry?” Not exactly what I was expecting him to say.
“Uh huh. And as soon as I get you off this damn beach I’m going to devour you. Let’s have our picnic and get back to the boat.”
“Good idea. I’m famished.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Dalt
When we get back to the boat, I consider letting the raft and everything in it float away. I don’t want to take one more minute doing anything but getting Nikki back in my arms. The way her cat eyes keep shredding me with flaming desire I’d say she has the same idea as me.
Once we have everything on deck, I waste no time pulling her into me and tugging on the string bows at her back and neck. The slick fabric of her bathing suit top slides down her body and falls to our feet. I pull her in tight. Her full tits mash into my chest. She moans in pleasure and wiggles, giving me the full effect of her pebbled nipples. Damn. Every touch of her skin on mine sets me on fire.
“Um, we’re still outside and I’m half-naked,” she whispers against my lips.
I take her hand and guide he
r to the steps leading down into the galley. There’s no way I can wait to get back to shore to be inside her. We have a lot of missed fucking to make up for.
She walks down the steps ahead of me and some kind of weird growl makes its way up my throat and into the air as I watch her sweet, barely-bikini-covered ass sway in front of me. When we get to the bottom of the steps, I pluck one of the tied bows on the side of her hip and the scrap of fabric falls down her legs. Nikki is a golden goddess standing amidst the flaxen ash wood décor of the cabin, her platinum hair and sun kissed skin glowing in the sunlight streaming through the large hull portholes.
My cock has already grown thick and hard for her, straining out the top of my swim trunks. She brushes her fingertips over the slit, wet with precum, and my cock jerks at her touch. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she moans in pleasure while licking them.
Holy fuck.
I don’t think my cock has ever been as hard as it is right now. I can’t even think straight. Then I remember the promise I made to her earlier about all the things I was going to do to her. I never break my promises.
Gazing down into her darkened blue eyes, I let her know how this is going to go. “I’m going to christen this boat today by making you come in every way and on every surface possible. “
She glances around the room. Her eyes go wide. It could be nervousness, or possibly excitement. “That’s a lot of surfaces. We only have one day.” She smirks.
I should have known. It’s Nikki. No nerves, just sass.
“Baby, once I get between your legs we’re going to need to use some of those surfaces more than once.” I lean in and kiss her, hard. I part her lips with my tongue and nibble her fleshy bottom lip. She doesn’t protest my calling her baby this time, just moans. I capture it in my mouth. She collapses into my arms, crushing her tits into my chest once more.
There are cushioned benches on either side of the table in the middle of the galley but there are also three bedrooms on this boat: two behind and on either side of the steps and a master cabin in the front of the boat. I figure it’s best to start in the master bed where we’ll have more room for the variety of positions I’m going to be putting her in. Nik loves a little adventure between the sheets and I’m not exactly opposed to the idea.
“I need these off, now,” she demands, and slides my trunks down to my ankles. I lift one foot at a time and step out of them, kicking them to the side. My demanding cock springs free and stretches toward her like he’s telling me where he wants to go. I don’t need his directions.
Palming the plump cheeks of Nikki’s ass and squeezing gets me another moan. I lift her off the floor and pull her against my throbbing cock. Nikki wraps her legs around my waist, gripping me harder. I hold her in that position and walk to the front of the boat and the master bed.
Animal hunger takes over when I drop her onto the bed. I’m all raw, wild need, ready to press on top of her, claim her. But I stop, awestruck by her beauty. The contrast of her tanned perfect body, open and vulnerable, atop the crisp white bed linens is like a Botticelli painting.
“Hey. I was supposed to give you surfing lessons. Remember?” Uh…a dirty, shameless Botticelli painting. She pushes herself up on her elbows and purses those juicy lips into a teasing pout, offering her goddess-like body to me without restrictions.
Jesus.
This woman may kill me.
But I’m going to take it slow this time. Savor the taste of what I’ve been missing, make her remember what my lips feel like on her body, between her legs.
Stretching over her, I kiss those sweet, pouty lips. The gentle rocking of the boat is a helpful partner in foreplay. Her muscles and arms give up the battle and she relaxes onto her back. Taking full advantage, I kiss a path from her lips to her slender throat and down between her breasts. I linger in a slow detour, swirling my tongue around her pert, rosy nipple. It hardens even more as I savagely lick and suck it between my teeth and give it a gentle bite. Nikki moans louder this time and arches her back, thrusting her breasts up further in invitation. I accept the offer and move to her other nipple, giving it equal time and attention. Moving down her stomach to her navel, I use my teeth to give a slight tug on the double-ball silver bar piercing she got when we were dating before continuing my journey down.
When my lips reach the landing path of golden curls between her legs, Nikki wiggles and gives a prolonged “oooo” moan, pushing her hips up. Standing up, I pull her to the edge of the bed and drop down on my knees in front of her. Draping one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me better access to her wet, glistening pussy gets an, “Oh God, Dalt!”
I nuzzle the space between her thigh and pussy. Nikki moans and threads her fingers through my hair. She pushes her hips up further and tries to tug my head where she wants it. I ignore her pleading groans and move to the other leg and trail kisses along the inside of the thigh draped over my shoulder. She continues to moan like she’s in pleasured agony.
Nikki’s always been loud when we fuck, and her sexy begging noises succeed in making my cock beg for her pussy in return. I do everything I can to encourage those ‘please fuck me sounds.’ I want her desperate need to cause her to let go harder than she ever has in her life, multiple times.
When I part her lips and blow across her sweet pussy, she wriggles in urgency. I hold her in place and put my lips right at her entrance. “Get ready, sweetheart, because I’m going to eat you out so hard you’re going to forget what planet you’re on.”
“Oh God, Dalt. Please,” she begs and tugs on my hair.
I take a long, slow lick from her ass to her clit, teasing her open. Her fragrant strawberry scent and the slightly salty taste of ocean water fill my senses. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter.
Her pink clit is swollen and throbbing and when I flick my tongue over it, Nikki writhes in pleasure. I slide two fingers into her eager pussy and she pushes into my hand, gripping my fingers, lost in desire.
I keep flicking her swollen bud with my tongue and fucking her with my fingers. When I curve my fingers in a come here motion, stroking her deep and slow, Nik goes crazy. I know every G-spot on her body like the back of my hand. Her fingers twist in my hair and she groans.
“Mmm, yes, yes, Dalt. Right…right there. Just like that.”
When I add some suction, Nikki grips my hair and tugs harder, pulling my face against her while at the same time arching into me as I keep working her with my mouth. “Fuck, Nik. I’ve been starving for you. You taste so fucking good.” My words vibrate over her clit and she trembles. I know she’s right on the edge.
“That’s it baby, let go. I want you to come all over my face.”
And she does. Her entire body vibrates in response. She’s like a wildcat, thrashing, screaming my name and tugging on my hair to hold me where she wants me. I feel her pulsing on my tongue in waves of pleasure and I keep her coming, licking and sucking and finger fucking her till she’s pulling on my hair hard enough I may have a couple of bald spots. It’s worth it to see her come apart in the sexy, uncontrolled way only Nikki can.
I prowl my way up the length of her body. Nikki’s eyes are closed and I assume she’s lightheaded, basking in sated bliss. I’m ready to push balls deep inside her, give her even more of that ecstasy and claim some of my own, but I’ve misjudged my energetic girl. She catches me off guard and with a push of her leg and roll of her hips, she’s got me on my back. She straddles either side of my hips.
“I think it’s time for those lessons now.” Her hands around my wrists, she pushes my arms over my head. I could easily get free, but what kind of idiot would want to fight his way out of a naked Nikki’s grasp or argue with her desire to ravage him? Not this one. That’s for sure.
She slides her hands down my arms and sits straight up, positioning my cock at her entrance. “Now, technically for riding your surfboard I should be turned around with my ass facing you.” She flutters her long lashes and wiggles her ass over my cock. A raspy growl mixed with to
rtured bliss pushes out from the back of my throat. The little hellion giggles, fully aware of the way she’s driving me crazy.
“But for this lesson, I’m going to stay in this position so I can see you, just to make sure you’re following my directions.”
Christ. I don’t how much more of this I can take. The warmth of her wet pussy is coating my legs. My dick is iron. “Nik, if I don’t get to fuck you right now, I may die from internal pressure.” I move my legs, trying to part her thighs and push my hips up to lift her onto my throbbing cock.
“You won’t die.” She slides down a little and clamps her strong legs around me to keep me from pushing into her. “And I promise it will be worth the wait,” she purrs.
Jesus.
“I suppose if I have to die at the tender age of twenty-one I can’t think of a better way to go.”
“So, is it okay?” she asks in a syrupy sweet voice and bats her lashes again.
“What? Is what okay?” Fuck. What’s she talking about? I can’t even remember my own name.
“If I stay facing you like this?” She wiggles her ass over my thighs.
“Christ. Nik, I’m—”
“Uh, uh, uh. The sooner you answer my question the sooner we can get on with the lesson.”
“Yes! Okay! Whatever! Just let me fuck you!”
“Not. Yet.”
“Nikki.”
Damn. I’m starting to whine and beg like a horny teenager.
“First, I’m going to fuck you,” she chirps in an adorable little voice. It’s another one of Nikki’s many talents; she can say the dirtiest filthiest things in an innocent, angelic voice. I’m tellin’ ya, she’s my fantasy come to life.
“The first thing I have to do is get up on my board.” She puts the soles of her feet on either side of me, keeping her legs bent. The position puts her slick pussy in an open, more welcoming position. My cock stands erect and pulses, begging for his reward. She wraps her hand around my unruly shaft, positions it at her entrance, and drops down with such a quick movement it elicits a throaty groan from me and a gasp from her.
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