“Wait.” I grab his face to keep him from going down any farther, I’m nervous. I’ve never had someone down there before. In fact, this is the farthest I’ve gone with anyone. My heart drums so loudly that all I can hear is my inner thoughts. I can’t do this. What if I’m bad? What if I taste bad? What if this whole boat thing was just a ploy to get in my pants?
Standing up he grabs me princess style, a hand behind my head and one under my legs and lays me on the carpeted bottom of the boat. The sides coming up and secluding us from any wandering eyes.
“Trust me, Leona,” he says in the sexiest voice I find myself opening my legs wide for him.
Bending down, he licks at my clit before sucking it into his mouth and my eyes roll. Pleasure shooting to places I never knew I could feel. Moaning and bucking against his face, I grind my clit against his chin and fondle my breast. Tingles start at my toes and begin to shoot upward, a warmth spreading around my clit just as he pulls away. Out of breath and energy, I open my eyes and find him kissing my stomach tenderly.
“I want you, Leona?” Question in his voice, but he’s not just asking to have sex with me, he’s asking for far more. He wants me. He’s asking for permission to own me. I’ve never felt like I’ve ever lived until the night I ran to the cabin until Kieran came crashing into my world. Deep inside I want to say yes, I want to see what excitement lays ahead.
“Take me. Now.” I breathe heavily.
Lifting up on his knees, he undoes his trunks and pulls them down ever so slowly. His shaft shows first, dark veins and silkiness going on for what seems like forever before finally that swollen tip of his cock pops free from the material. It’s at least seven inches long and thick. Having the sudden urge to touch it I sit up, using my index finger, I touch the head and it flexes from my touch. Kieran hissing through his teeth as if my curiosity is painful for him. Standing on my knees, I hover over his lap and spit on the tip of his cock, some of it landing on his balls and thigh.
“Leona,” he warns, but I don’t stop. Using my palm, I swivel it over the wetness and on top of his dick. He’s so warm and soft in my hands, the smell of spices from his cologne mixed with a musk making me wetter than hell. Bending down, I lick my lips before pushing him through my lips. My mouth fills with the taste of salt, and something unfamiliar, but yummy. I pull him out and stick my tongue out, starting from the base of his dick, I slowly lick up his cock until sucking him into my mouth fully. His breathing hitches, his stomach trembling and it urges me to bob my head and suck and lick harder. Both my hands hold the base of him while I assault him with my tongue. Sucking, spitting, and licking every inch of him.
“Wait. Wait!” He raises his voice, pulling his hips away and causing his cock to slip from my mouth. I look up at him, spit dripping from my mouth. What did I do wrong?
“I’m going to blow my load all over your pretty face, you gotta stop,” he heaves and I smile. I didn’t do anything wrong, in fact, he liked it. I bite my bottom lip with pride.
Grabbing me by the hips he stands, and I wrap my legs around him, with the darkening sky nobody can see us but the stars and moon coming out through the darkening sky above.
He walks us out onto the platform and it’s then that I realize he’s about to jump into the sea with me in his arms.
“No! Don’t you dare!” I protest, trying to get free, but it’s no good. He jumps in taking me with him. The cool water rushing around us and filling my ears. We come to the surface at the same time and he kisses me, his arms wrapping around me and the waves lapping into us. The head of his cock presses against my entrance and my eyes widen nervously. This is my first time, but I don’t want to tell him that. I don’t know why, I just don’t. He’ll act weird and I don’t want that. I don’t want to change a thing about tonight.
He pushes a little further, his lips kissing my neck, hands all over my body. Inch by inch he fills me and it begins to hurt. The girth stretching me causing a burning sensation I pull him closer, so he doesn’t see me wince, but he stops anyway. Moving his head back and he looks at me with an unknown look.