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.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I growled under my breath.
She shook her head. “We’re out in the sound. What if someone sees us?” She tried to look over my shoulder.
“Then they’ll see me enjoying every sweet juicy drop of your pussy.” I eyed her. “Don’t you remember it? How I’d fuck you with my tongue?”
She whimpered.
“How I’d lick you until you shook in my arms? How you begged me to give you more? You remember the first time my tongue slid inside you? Tasted your clit. Sucked your folds so hard you screamed?”
She shook her head. “I do.”
“Imagine what I can do with my tongue now.” I grinned wolfishly. My skills had grown tenfold. She had no idea what I could do to her now.
I watched hungrily as her knees fell to the side and her wet pussy glistened under the moonlight.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I lowered myself between her legs, taking a long slow lick from her center to her clit. I groaned, inhaling her scent. Remembering what it was like the first time I’d done this to her. How she purred under me. How I wanted to come all over her. How I was close to feeling that way again.
I bit at that tight nub before plunging my tongue inside her.
She bucked and writhed, but I couldn’t get enough, or give her enough. My tongue twisted and lapped, sucking her juices. Tasting her honey with a thirst I had thought was gone.
I looked up as I was sucking on her clit and saw her hands splayed against her chest. I reached forward, unsnapping the rest of her buttons. She groaned, massaging her breasts.
I was fucking hard as a rock. I tugged the lace down over her tits, jutting them over the bra.
“Ohh,” she cried. Her fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them.
“You’re a fucking siren. You know that?”
I dove between her legs, pumping my tongue in and out when I felt her clench around me. Her hips lifted as she ground into me relentlessly. I felt the tension in her body cling to her just before she whimpered with the orgasm. I watched in horny satisfaction as she came on the floor of my boat.
Her legs spread wide. Her fingers squeezing her hard nipples. Her pussy wet from me.
“Oh, baby.” I looked at her when she eased off the cliff of her orgasm. “So many ways to fuck you, I can’t decide which one.”
“Oh God.” She choked.