by Lily Harlem
The water made our bodies slide together in a sexy, slippery way.
“This is my dreams come true,” Sullivan said, holding my face in his hands. “All those times we talked about being like this, together, no miles between us.”
“Now not even an inch.”
“Exactly.” He smiled. “Do you remember that time we talked about…?” He pressed his lips together.
I knew exactly what he was going to say. It was on my mind, too. That time we’d talked dirty, late at night, he’d described me giving him a blow job in the shower. “Yes, I remember.” I watched the water drip from his brow, his nose, his chin. “I remember what you said.”
“I remember what you said, too.”
I smiled and reached between our bodies. I took his shaft into my hand and gently squeezed.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he said, his lips parting and his eyelids half shutting.
“You want more?”
“I want everything you can give me—in bed, in this shower, in life.”
I smoothed up to the tip of his cock and ran my fingers around the rim beneath his glans. “Shall we start with the shower?”
“Suits me.” He moved back and rested his shoulders against the tiled wall. Looked down. “Kay…”
“Mmm…?”
I cupped his balls with my free hand and rolled them gently. They were heavy and coated in sparse, wiry hair.
He groaned. “Fuck, seeing you touch me, feeling it…” He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. “Don’t expect much on the stamina front.”
I tipped forward and took his left nipple into my mouth. It was small and pert and tensed when I flicked my tongue over it. I worked his cock at the same time, stroking it root to tip with long, firm movements.
He rested his hands on my shoulders. A tremble went through him.
“So,” I said, kissing up to the hollow of his throat, my lips skimming over his necklace. “Are you going to tell me to do it?”
“Do what?” he murmured.
“What you said in the fantasy, on the phone.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me. His wet lashes were spiked into dark triangles and his pupils, huge. “What?”
“Don’t you remember?”
It was clear his brain was struggling to register, then a slow smile curved his mouth and rounded his cheeks. “Oh, yeah…” He pressed on my shoulders, not lots, just a gentle exertion of pressure. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Oh God, those words. So sexy, so illicit.
“With pleasure,” I managed.
I allowed him to press me down, folded my knees on the hard shower base and found my face level with his cock.
No wonder I’d had to concentrate on relaxing last night. It was in proportion to the rest of his body—big.
He lifted his hands from my shoulders and, with meticulous care, moved the wet strands of hair that had plastered themselves to my cheeks.
I waited for him to finish in a half-mesmerized state, gently pumping his shaft and caressing his balls. Saliva pooled at the base of my mouth and my pussy clenched. I remembered this dirty conversation so well. Had relived it in my head a hundred times afterward.
When he’d moved the hair from my face, he bunched it into a ponytail and held it tight at my nape.
I looked up at him.
He was stunning. His jaw unshaven, his hair clinging to the edges of his cheeks and his eyes dark with desire and need. His breaths were coming fast and shifting his chest, his abdomen a row of taut muscles and his body hair stuck against his flesh, each individual hair obvious.
“Open up,” he said, water flooding down his face and touching his lips as he spoke. “Suck me, Kay.” He planted his feet a little wider and bent his knees.
I didn’t need telling twice. I opened up and let him slide his cock between my lips. I shaped my mouth around him, pulling him in and cupping the underside of his shaft with my tongue. My saliva turned his wet flesh to a warm, silky texture as the blunt tip smoothed over my palate.
He pulled out a little.
I kept working him with my hands.
“Ah, yeah, baby. So good.” He tightened his grip on my makeshift ponytail.
The pull on my scalp sent shots of arousal darting through me. They went to my nipples, my clit, my belly. I shut my eyes and reveled in every sensation.
He eased in again. I took him. He pulled out.
Soon, I lost myself in the shallow fucking of my mouth. He was considerate. Despite the fact he had a good hold on me and could shove deeper if he wanted to, he didn’t.
He groaned and the noise echoed around the cubicle. It was a rich, sexy sound that spurred me on. I upped the pace and he followed my lead.
I found the tiny bit of skin that led from his shaft to his glans, no thicker than a thread, and I fretted it steadily.
“Ah, Kay, that’s it, just there, with your tongue…ah fuck.” He adjusted his stance, locking his knees.
I opened my eyes and stared at his pubic hair splattered against his body.
“It’s here, fuck, baby…” He cried out, a fevered, frenzied shout that grew louder then trailed into a groan.
I sucked, bobbed, and imagined that I could feel the cum traveling up his shaft. It then burst into my mouth, thick and warm.
“Oh, God…” he groaned, thrusting his hips and slotting his cock deeper into my throat.
I fought my gag, swallowing his pleasure. I stroked his shaft with my hands, my tongue. I fondled his balls, swiping my finger over the soft patch of skin behind them.
My heart was clattering, my body buzzing. The taste of him, the sound, the feel of his release, was almost enough to ignite another orgasm of my own.
His groans and unholy praises faded on the downslide of his climax. He slowed then pulled out of my mouth slowly, carefully, a direct contrast to the frenzied movements of moments ago.
He dropped to his knees, freeing my hair.
Water bounced off our bodies, streaking down our faces.
His cheeks were flushed and his eyes had that drugged look I’d seen before when we’d shared our first kiss.
“Good thing I’m young and not an old man,” he said with a grin. “You nearly finished me off.”
Chapter Twelve
We stayed in the shower for some time, soaping each other, washing each other’s hair, talking about the day ahead, about Dolly Bird and the whereabouts of more dolphins.
I felt like I was dreaming. How had I gotten so lucky to find someone I could be so comfortable with, so at ease, yet ridiculously turned on by?
And it seemed, despite my initial doubts, the feeling was absolutely mutual. Sullivan’s touch and caresses were full of adoration and love. His easy smile and relaxed way belied the depth of his feelings. He knew me so well, too. His ideas and thoughts were so in tune with mine.
I saw past the youthfulness of his looks to the man I’d fallen for all those months ago. To the man I loved, the man I wanted.
Our one night together had proven to me who Sullivan was. He was everything I’d hoped for and more.
Eventually, we dressed, I gathered up my bag and sunglasses, and Sullivan slipped his wallet and keys into his jeans pocket.
“Goodbye, little room,” I said, looking around. The bed was disheveled, the balcony doors still open.
“We’ll come back,” Sullivan said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “If you want to, that is.”
“Yes.” I turned to him. “I’d like that.”
He smiled, a beautiful smile that reached his eyes.
We headed downstairs. Like yesterday, Greta was sitting by the door on a camping chair looking out at the harbor. She had a companion today, another older lady who also wore a headscarf and had weather-beaten skin.
“Ah, Sullivan,” Greta said. “And pretty lady.” She turned to her friend and tapped bent fingers against her arm. “This is my Sullivan. He comes every year to see me.”
The other woman studied us with sma
ll, dark eyes, then her face cracked into a warm smile. “Geia.”
“Next year you come again, Sullivan,” Greta said. She pointed at me. “With your lady. Maybe on your honeymoon, yes? I make room extra special. Rose petals, wine, peaches from my tree. Would you like?”
Sullivan laughed. “I would, all of the above.” He stooped and kissed her cheeks. “I’ll be in touch, and thank you, again. I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time catching up.”
She waved her hand. “You have beautiful new woman in your life, and I am happy about that.” She nodded seriously. “Be happy, both of you. Life is short.”
I smiled at her as Sullivan reached for my hand. “Thank you, for everything,” I said.
“It is me who is thankful that he has found you,” she said, tapping her chest. “Go, my child, and take what you deserve.”
We strolled away, hand in hand, Sullivan carrying my bag and the sounds of the restaurant preparing for another day of service clattering in the air.
It occurred to me that Greta hadn’t thought anything of our age gap, and she was right, life was short. I knew that only too well. If it didn’t bother her, did it still bother me?
I looked at the row of boats bobbing gently. I guessed it didn’t worry me anywhere near as much as it had yesterday. Then, I’d been shocked, surprised. I couldn’t see a way out of the problem.
But now… After reminding myself that Sullivan was the man I knew so well, the man who’d wooed me, romanced me, seduced me over the telephone… Yes, perhaps there was a solution.
And that was to ignore those fourteen years.
If we wanted to be together, who could stop us? And did I really care if some of my post-grad students were his age?
What would Brenda say? She’d likely tell me I was a lucky bugger and to go for it. Maybe others wouldn’t be so understanding, fling words like toy boy and cougar around, but would that really hurt me?
Not if Sullivan was in my bed, in my arms, in my life. Then they could say what they wanted, and it wouldn’t bother me because I’d already won.
I adjusted my sunglasses and looked up at him.
He was studying me.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“Just thinking.”
“What about?”
I hesitated. “About today and what adventures we’ll have. What we’ll see, what we’ll do.” I smiled. “I haven’t felt like that for a long time.”
“Excited?”
“Yes, I guess that’s the emotion.” I squeezed his hand. “Thank you for this. It’s an amazing holiday.”
“I knew you’d love it. The open sea, the colors, the sun on your skin.”
“Yes, it’s all perfect.”
We reached Dolly Bird. Sullivan bent and swept a kiss over my lips. “Come on, let’s get your tea brewed and cook up some bacon. I’m starving after last night’s workout.”
I giggled. “And this morning, don’t forget.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll never forget this morning, ever.”
* * * *
By mid-afternoon, we’d reached a small, natural harbor on mainland Greece much like the one we’d been to the day before. There was no sign of civilization, no one around and we’d only seen a handful of other yachts on our journey here.
“So what’s special about this place?” I asked, standing on the bow and looking about. “Apart from its stunning beauty, of course.”
“It’s deserted.”
“Are you sure there isn’t a town or something just over the hill there?”
“Nah, nothing. It’s just barren land, not even farmed. I rowed ashore once to take a look.”
“Why?”
“I was curious.” He shrugged. “So, as it’s deserted, what do you think?”
“About what?” I adjusted the strap on my bikini top, which had loosened slightly.
“About skinny dipping?”
“Sullivan.”
“Come on,” he said, pulling me close.
My body came into contact with his hot flesh as he wrapped me up in his arms.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ever?” he asked.
I shook my head and slipped my arms around his waist, linking my fingers at the small of his back.
“Then that’s all the more reason to do it. It’s a bucket list thing.”
“Oh really? You sure you don’t just want to get me naked?”
“Well…” He pretended to think about it. “I suppose that is a bonus of the whole plan.”
I slid my hands up then down his back, fingering the waistband of his trunks. “Well, I suppose that advantage goes both ways.”
He laughed. “You don’t really want to see my pale ass, do you?”
“It’s a very fine pale ass.”
“Not as fine as yours, baby.” He pulled away. “Come on then. No time like the present.”
“What…just like…” My words trailed off as he stepped out of his trunks. They landed in a heap on the deck, by the skylight.
He grinned and put his hands on his hips, his cock was at a semi. “You coming in?”
“Er…I…”
He turned and, in one bound, dove over the side of the boat.
I rushed to the edge and saw his feet entering the water. “Sullivan!”
He surfaced and flicked his head, sending his hair from his eyes. “Come on in.”
I glanced at the stern. The deck there was much lower.
“Come on, it’s deep, just jump in from where you are now.”
I glanced downward. It was likely eight or maybe ten feet to the water.
“Kay, be brave.”
I sucked in a breath. The breeze lifted my hair, and I looked at him in the stunning azure sea. He was treading water and the sun penetrated the top section, catching his limbs and turning them golden.
“Kay,” he said again.
“Okay. Hang on.” I reached for the clasp on my bikini top, flicked it loose and let it slide down my arms. I tugged at my bottoms, dragged them down my thighs and kicked them off.
I stepped to the edge of the boat.
“Fuck, are you sure you’re not some Greek goddess sent to tempt me?” Sullivan called, grinning up at me.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” I looked down at the glittering surface.
“Fine. Go for it, feet first.”
The sea air spiked my nipples, my belly clenched and my heart rate picked up. He was right. It was here and now. I didn’t want to be back in the lecture hall next week wishing I’d jumped naked from Dolly Bird. I wanted to be there remembering the feeling, the rush of air on my flesh and the sea claiming my body.
I jumped.
I pinched my nose, saw the water rushing toward me, felt air racing past. I shut my eyes and plunged into the water. I went deep but quickly kicked out and pushed my way toward the surface.
The cold made me want to suck in a breath, but I held on until I was at the top.
“Hey, you did it,” Sullivan said. “Awesome.”
I gasped. “It was a long way.”
“Yeah, it is. Fun though.”
I laughed and swam toward him. “Yes…awesome.”
He scooped me close, our wet limbs sliding against each other. “I’m proud of you.”
I batted his shoulder. “It’s just jumping off a boat, you know?”
“Yeah, but it scared you and you still did it.”
“Yes, it did a bit.”
“Life is all about taking risks.”
“Calculated risks.”
“Of course.” He released me and kicked onto his back, sending a flurry of spray upward.
I looked around. The horizon in the distance seemed so vast from this level and the cliffs, so imposing. Something near the back of the boat caught my attention.
It was gray—a fin pointing straight up, not like the dolphins. It disappeared.
“Sullivan!” I cried, panic taking over. Shit. Was it a shark? Yes, a shark. Damn, what would we
do? Even Sullivan couldn’t fight a shark.
“What?” He quickly righted himself and turned to the direction I was pointing.
“Fin, I saw a fin. A shark, I think. Not a dolphin.”
I thought I was going to be sick. Adrenaline burst into my system, but I didn’t know what to do with it. The creature was near the stern of Dolly Bird, and it was far too high to climb on at the bow. It had blocked off our escape route, unless of course we swam a hundred or so yards to shore.
Sullivan ducked below the water and moved several meters nearer to it.
A sob bubbled up from my chest.
He resurfaced. “It’s okay,” he said, swimming toward me.
“What?”
“It’s okay, not a shark.”
“What is it?”
He touched my shoulder. “A sunfish, come and see.”
“Are you sure?” My heart rate settled a fraction. “It looked like a shark.”
“Yes, I’ve seen sunfish here before, once or twice.”
I hesitated.
“I promise it’s not a shark, but quick, they’re weird, come and see.”
He pushed into a breaststroke.
Not wanting to be left behind, I quickly followed. I slipped through the water and it seeped into my intimate folds as I spread my legs.
Once at the stern, I held on to the ladder.
Sullivan was a little way out.
“There,” I said, pointing. “Look.”
Just to his left, the fin appeared.
“Use those goggles,” he said, pointing to a pair hooked onto the ladder.
Hurriedly, I put them on. The strap was tight, but I didn’t care. Sullivan’s excitement was rubbing off on me.
The sunfish seemed to be just hanging about.
“Now come here,” he called.
I swam over to him and he took my hand. “Go under, have a look.”
Wondering what on earth I was going to see, I gulped in air and ducked beneath the surface.
What greeted me was the last thing I’d expected. The sunfish was like a dinner plate turned on its side with a long fin sticking up and another one straight down. It looked prehistoric, it’s body stone-like. But its mouth, that was what got me. It was a perfect, little, open circle, as though exclaiming its surprise at seeing me.