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in front of him.
My big breasts heaved and my nipples ached to be free of the constraint of my sheer black bra.
I said, “There could be another way.”
As I slid up against his big, hard chest, the beat of his heart pounded against my temple. His heat stirred against my hips and his hardness lengthened along my thigh. My thighs straddled his leg and I squeezed him. The torment burned on his face.
He was hoarse, “Sis, it’s wrong.”
My hand slid down his hard abs. “Isn’t it, though.”
The taut muscles of his leg flexed as I gripped it between mine. As I pressed my mound against the ridge of his thigh, a rush went through me and I had to cling tight to him.
My eyes were wet and my lips parted as I peered up at him. He looked down and the sweet taste of his breath drifted to mingle with mine. I pressed my arms, my breasts, my hips against him.
I raked my nails in his hair, felt around to the back of his head. I had wanted this for so long. His body here, in my arms and his strong arms wrapping around me, I pulled his face down to mine.
He pulled back. The conflict blew like storm clouds across his face. His rich, thick lips trembled. His voice was a whisper. “Sis.”
We broke apart at the sound of moccasins on the deck. Two of the minions brought canapés or whatever those fussy little pastry things were. He looked at the minions and they froze.
“Everyone go below decks and into their quarters.” His voice was like gathering thunder, “Everyone. No exceptions. Nobody allowed in the public rooms or on the berth levels. Not until you hear from me.”
They nodded silently and began to back away.
“You two tell everyone. Right now.”
They nodded again then silently turned and hurried away.
Then there was only us. Just him, and me. On a deck above the ocean, out of sight of the land.
I moved back to him.
“I don’t care about them seeing us.”
“Neither do I, Sis.” Finally he returned my embrace. “I want us to have privacy,” he said, “but that isn’t why.”
“Why then?”
“You know. You know what I want, Sis.”
And at that moment, I did know. The trouble was, what I wanted was what all of those other girls wanted. I wanted him to do to me what he did to them. But I didn’t want him to think of me in the same way. I would have to find another way to ask him.
Or maybe I should tell him. Perhaps that could be the shift that he needed. The change that would get me what I needed.
His strong hands held me and I was where I wanted to be. The fact that it happened also to be on a yacht was just a bonus. But him. I felt so close to him, like I really could get what I’d panted and pined after, all these years.
As I stretched up to nuzzle my nose into his unfamiliar beard, his pulse deepened and quickened against my soft, squashed breasts. The beat of his heart and the pump of the blood in his throat made me sigh and pull him closer to my body.
His hands came slowly, naturally to life. His breath, his lips found mine and I opened for him. Then, as our mouths joined and our tongues danced; our bodies knew the moment was here. We were free at last.
His still hardening length thrummed hot against me. My fingernails scraped down his shirt and straight behind his belt. It was too tight. I had to open it. As I dragged on the buckle, the heat of his eager cock made me wild to get at it. I kissed him again, harder, deeper.
His hands drug my shirt open. As soon as his hands touched my bare waist and stomach, I jumped onto him. Flung my thighs around him, squeezed and held him tight, and devoured him with my mouth.
For such a long time I had pushed these feelings down, kept my wrong, bad, nasty thoughts in lock-down. Now that I could taste him, touch him feel his hands on me, feel his skin against mine, now my body wouldn’t wait for me.
My breasts wanted to be out of the bra, to flatten on his chest. Feel his lips and his breath. I kissed him harder and
My big breasts heaved and my nipples ached to be free of the constraint of my sheer black bra.
I said, “There could be another way.”
As I slid up against his big, hard chest, the beat of his heart pounded against my temple. His heat stirred against my hips and his hardness lengthened along my thigh. My thighs straddled his leg and I squeezed him. The torment burned on his face.
He was hoarse, “Sis, it’s wrong.”
My hand slid down his hard abs. “Isn’t it, though.”
The taut muscles of his leg flexed as I gripped it between mine. As I pressed my mound against the ridge of his thigh, a rush went through me and I had to cling tight to him.
My eyes were wet and my lips parted as I peered up at him. He looked down and the sweet taste of his breath drifted to mingle with mine. I pressed my arms, my breasts, my hips against him.
I raked my nails in his hair, felt around to the back of his head. I had wanted this for so long. His body here, in my arms and his strong arms wrapping around me, I pulled his face down to mine.
He pulled back. The conflict blew like storm clouds across his face. His rich, thick lips trembled. His voice was a whisper. “Sis.”
We broke apart at the sound of moccasins on the deck. Two of the minions brought canapés or whatever those fussy little pastry things were. He looked at the minions and they froze.
“Everyone go below decks and into their quarters.” His voice was like gathering thunder, “Everyone. No exceptions. Nobody allowed in the public rooms or on the berth levels. Not until you hear from me.”
They nodded silently and began to back away.
“You two tell everyone. Right now.”
They nodded again then silently turned and hurried away.
Then there was only us. Just him, and me. On a deck above the ocean, out of sight of the land.
I moved back to him.
“I don’t care about them seeing us.”
“Neither do I, Sis.” Finally he returned my embrace. “I want us to have privacy,” he said, “but that isn’t why.”
“Why then?”
“You know. You know what I want, Sis.”
And at that moment, I did know. The trouble was, what I wanted was what all of those other girls wanted. I wanted him to do to me what he did to them. But I didn’t want him to think of me in the same way. I would have to find another way to ask him.
Or maybe I should tell him. Perhaps that could be the shift that he needed. The change that would get me what I needed.
His strong hands held me and I was where I wanted to be. The fact that it happened also to be on a yacht was just a bonus. But him. I felt so close to him, like I really could get what I’d panted and pined after, all these years.
As I stretched up to nuzzle my nose into his unfamiliar beard, his pulse deepened and quickened against my soft, squashed breasts. The beat of his heart and the pump of the blood in his throat made me sigh and pull him closer to my body.
His hands came slowly, naturally to life. His breath, his lips found mine and I opened for him. Then, as our mouths joined and our tongues danced; our bodies knew the moment was here. We were free at last.
His still hardening length thrummed hot against me. My fingernails scraped down his shirt and straight behind his belt. It was too tight. I had to open it. As I dragged on the buckle, the heat of his eager cock made me wild to get at it. I kissed him again, harder, deeper.
His hands drug my shirt open. As soon as his hands touched my bare waist and stomach, I jumped onto him. Flung my thighs around him, squeezed and held him tight, and devoured him with my mouth.
For such a long time I had pushed these feelings down, kept my wrong, bad, nasty thoughts in lock-down. Now that I could taste him, touch him feel his hands on me, feel his skin against mine, now my body wouldn’t wait for me.
My breasts wanted to be out of the bra, to flatten on his chest. Feel his lips and his breath. I kissed him harder and
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