Don't Lie (Don't 2)

“I’m ok.”

“Something wrong?”

Sierra rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”

It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights.

“I like the shirt. Your boobs look hot.” I tugged on it, trying to see down the front.

“Really?” Her voice was suddenly sultry.

“Hell yeah.”

She pinched her lips together. “Too bad I’ll be cold if I take it off.”

“I think I could help with that.”

She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m playing with you. I wouldn’t—”

“Take it off,” I ordered.

“What?”

“We used to have sex out here all the time. Take it off.” My eyes lit with hunger. I’d never wanted to fuck her like I did now.

Sierra cautiously rose from the bow. Her fingers rested on the top button. She flipped the first one.

“Whoa. Hold on.”

I grabbed Sierra and scooped her up as the boat rocked from a big wake. I brought her down to the floor of the boat before we were hit by successive waves.

“You ok?” I asked. She’d almost wiped out.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”

“Years of practice with my sea legs.” I laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”

I opened the bow storage and grabbed a few old quilts. By the time I laid them out, Sierra’s eyes held the same lust as mine.

She reached up and pulled me toward her, brushing her lips over mine.

I snaked an arm around her waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought my mouth with her tongue and pulled me closer to her. Her lips were warm and hungry.

My cock hardened as she hitched her legs around my waist, and slid her hands under my shirt.

As my hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Sierra’s face. One inch at a time, my fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of her shorts. She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving my fingers more access.

The more I toyed with her, the more she writhed under me. I fucking loved watching her lose control.

She gave it over to me so easily. So steadily.

I unclasped the button on her shorts. Her hips lifted as I tugged them over the curves of her thighs.

I ran my palm over her center, pressing between her legs, feeling the wetness seep through her panties.

I inhaled sharply. She was everything I remembered. Every fantasy. Every fucking dream.

I peeled her panties off before she could protest, but I saw the hesitation waiting in her eyes.