her towel out on one of the lounge chairs. No matter what else happened, she’d get a good layer of tan accomplished.
*****
Branch congratulated himself on his behavior all afternoon. The moment Lee had emerged in that teeny, tiny bikini he’d wanted to lay her down on the deck and fuck her brains out. Instead, he motored them out of the marina, out onto the water, and gave thanks for the smooth surface of Canyon Lake. He took a moment to bring up the iced margaritas he’d had stocked in the fridge and served them both drinks, then dropped anchor away from the main traffic and stretched out beside Lee Sullivan’s very tempting body.
As the sun set, he brought up the dinner he’d ordered—salad, cold lobster, and cheesecake—and they ate a leisurely meal. Now, though, he was through waiting. His cock was so hard and thick it nearly pushed a hole in his shorts, and, unless Lee was blind—which she wasn’t, she couldn’t avoid seeing it. He thought of all the casual ways he could lead into this, but he was way past casual. He just needed to keep reminding himself this wasn’t a session at Ultra. That she had no idea about that side of him.
They were standing at the rail, watching the last of the sun dip below the horizon, so he simply turned her into his arms and took her mouth. Her lips were lush and full, and she tasted of margaritas and lobster and cheesecake and woman. His tongue slicked against hers, dancing with it, sliding into the corners of her mouth and licking up every flavor. He waited a heartbeat to see if she’d push him away, but, no, she’d apparently come here as intent on this as he was. He freed her ponytail and wound his fingers in her hair, sifting the silk of it before clutching her head in place. Her arms wound around him, her fingers stroking the nape of his neck, lighting his nerve ending.
And, just like that, he was on fire.
With some effort, he broke the kiss. “Let’s take this downstairs.”
Fire danced in her eyes when she looked at him, and, when she spoke, her breathing was uneven.
“All right. Yes. Okay.”
He was glad the bed in the master stateroom was king-sized. He liked a lot of room to play. He stood her at the side of the bed and untied the strings of the bathing suit top and tossed it to the side. Then, stripping back the covers, he deposited her on the sheet and lay her back against the pillows, hair spread out around her like a dark cloud. Her breasts were creamy mounds with tips a deep, rosy color. He bent low and took one into his mouth, sucking on it hard before scraping it with his teeth. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Lee, so he gave the same treatment to the other nipple. By the time he finished with both of them, kneading her flesh while he sucked and nipped, she was panting, and he hadn’t even moved below the waist.
Jesus!
He’d love to see her bent backward over a curved board, wrists manacled at her sides while he tormented her breasts until she came just from his touch. Maybe he’d clamp her nipples for additional pleasure—hers and his. God. He needed to turn off his brain because this wasn’t the time to let his imagination run away from him. This was the time for seduction so he could move forward with his plan.
Finally, he forced himself to shift lower, untie and toss away the miniscule bottom of the suit, and then he just stared at her gorgeous mound. Every inch of skin was carefully waxed except for two thin strips of dark brown curls defining each labium. He trailed the tip of one finger between those plump pussy lips, gathering the moisture there. He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it slowly. Lee watched him, sliding her tongue slowly across her lower lip. The ache in his dick increased tenfold. Spreading her labia, he bent down and ran his tongue along the same path his finger had taken. She was soaked, a sure sign she’d been aroused for some time.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a nice shade of
*****
Branch congratulated himself on his behavior all afternoon. The moment Lee had emerged in that teeny, tiny bikini he’d wanted to lay her down on the deck and fuck her brains out. Instead, he motored them out of the marina, out onto the water, and gave thanks for the smooth surface of Canyon Lake. He took a moment to bring up the iced margaritas he’d had stocked in the fridge and served them both drinks, then dropped anchor away from the main traffic and stretched out beside Lee Sullivan’s very tempting body.
As the sun set, he brought up the dinner he’d ordered—salad, cold lobster, and cheesecake—and they ate a leisurely meal. Now, though, he was through waiting. His cock was so hard and thick it nearly pushed a hole in his shorts, and, unless Lee was blind—which she wasn’t, she couldn’t avoid seeing it. He thought of all the casual ways he could lead into this, but he was way past casual. He just needed to keep reminding himself this wasn’t a session at Ultra. That she had no idea about that side of him.
They were standing at the rail, watching the last of the sun dip below the horizon, so he simply turned her into his arms and took her mouth. Her lips were lush and full, and she tasted of margaritas and lobster and cheesecake and woman. His tongue slicked against hers, dancing with it, sliding into the corners of her mouth and licking up every flavor. He waited a heartbeat to see if she’d push him away, but, no, she’d apparently come here as intent on this as he was. He freed her ponytail and wound his fingers in her hair, sifting the silk of it before clutching her head in place. Her arms wound around him, her fingers stroking the nape of his neck, lighting his nerve ending.
And, just like that, he was on fire.
With some effort, he broke the kiss. “Let’s take this downstairs.”
Fire danced in her eyes when she looked at him, and, when she spoke, her breathing was uneven.
“All right. Yes. Okay.”
He was glad the bed in the master stateroom was king-sized. He liked a lot of room to play. He stood her at the side of the bed and untied the strings of the bathing suit top and tossed it to the side. Then, stripping back the covers, he deposited her on the sheet and lay her back against the pillows, hair spread out around her like a dark cloud. Her breasts were creamy mounds with tips a deep, rosy color. He bent low and took one into his mouth, sucking on it hard before scraping it with his teeth. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Lee, so he gave the same treatment to the other nipple. By the time he finished with both of them, kneading her flesh while he sucked and nipped, she was panting, and he hadn’t even moved below the waist.
Jesus!
He’d love to see her bent backward over a curved board, wrists manacled at her sides while he tormented her breasts until she came just from his touch. Maybe he’d clamp her nipples for additional pleasure—hers and his. God. He needed to turn off his brain because this wasn’t the time to let his imagination run away from him. This was the time for seduction so he could move forward with his plan.
Finally, he forced himself to shift lower, untie and toss away the miniscule bottom of the suit, and then he just stared at her gorgeous mound. Every inch of skin was carefully waxed except for two thin strips of dark brown curls defining each labium. He trailed the tip of one finger between those plump pussy lips, gathering the moisture there. He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it slowly. Lee watched him, sliding her tongue slowly across her lower lip. The ache in his dick increased tenfold. Spreading her labia, he bent down and ran his tongue along the same path his finger had taken. She was soaked, a sure sign she’d been aroused for some time.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a nice shade of
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