“You look terrified,” he observes, stoking my hand.
I nod because that’s all I can manage to do.
“Have I hurt you?” he murmurs, sounding concerned. I shake my head. I’m not sure he’s been in far enough to have hurt me. “Just relax,” he coaxes me. “You’re so damn tense. Here.” He takes my hands. I gasp as he pulls me onto his face, so my pussy is at his mouth. “Let me relax you.”
I whimper, my hands shaking as he slides his tongue inside me. Oh, god. Fuck, is that relaxing. He teases me with the tip of his tongue, circling it around my clit while I gently rock against his face. I can almost feel the anxiety leaving my body, and when his fingers find my nipples, and he rolls them between his fingers, I’m on the verge of exploding.
“Now,” he mutters. “Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
I shift back off his face and slide down to his cock, with his help. I close my eyes and just let myself go. I groan as he slides inside me, while he gently bucks his hips, rocking against my rhythm. Every now and then I worry he’s going too deep, but then he hits a new spot that makes me squirm.
Slowly, I forget about how big he is and lose myself in the moment. I speed up, riding him harder, resting my hands on his stomach. I gasp, my muscles contracting around his length, intensifying how tight it feels with him inside me. I close my eyes, so close to climaxing, but not ready to let this be over.
Opening my eyes, I look at him. His eyes are on me, and he’s smiling.
“I have the best view,” he mutters, massaging my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers as I groan. “Watching you ride me like this is beyond anything I could’ve imagined,” he growls.
“Come with me,” he mutters, taking my hand. I rock back and forth against him, harder and harder until my body can’t take any more. Every part of my body trembles as I begin to lose control. Gasping, I clench my thighs around his cock, my heart racing.
Holy fucking fuck!
I arch my back and cry out, my body jolting, as I come. My body spasms as my orgasm jolts through me. I collapse on top of him while he’s still inside me, my lips finding his as he comes. He growls, his grip on my waist tightening as he releases inside me. I groan, my pussy throbbing as I gently grind myself against him, until I’m no longer in control of my body.
“Wow,” I whisper. I’m hot and cold and feeling forty different emotions as I ease myself off him. He pulls me into his arms, kissing my shoulder as I lay on the bed.
“‘Wow’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he mutters. He kisses his way up my neck, then tilts my face toward him. “God, Anna, what are you doing to me?”Chapter Twelve
Nick“Jesus, Nick. It’s a lot bigger than I was expecting,” Dan comments.
Kayla giggles. “I bet he’s used to hearing that,” she cracks.
Both Anna and I shoot her a glare at the same time, then our eyes meet. I smile at her, and she grins back. If the situation weren’t so dire, I’d probably find this whole thing pretty funny.
We load the last of our stuff onto the boat while I look around at the faces, each one telling a different story. I start with Anna. Out of everyone, she looks the least relaxed. Dan looks way too excited. His girlfriend, Mandy, just looks bored, like she had a much better week planned than spending it with us. And then there’s Kayla, who I’m sure is only here in hopes that everything blows up.
And I’m pretty sure it will.
“I guess we’re set, then,” I grin.
I nod at the captain, then I stand next to Anna, taking the chance to be alone with her while I can. I had to admit the boat was impressive. I stare up at the three levels and thank God that I don’t have to drive this thing. Hiring the captain to drive us cost me a packet, but there was no way I was going to enjoy myself if I had to spend the entire trip trying to figure out how to move this thing. Not that that wouldn't have been a bad excuse to get away from things if they got too bad, which was bound to happen.
The kids have run off to watch the water kick out from under the motor as we take off, and Dan and Mandy have gone to explore the boat. Kayla pretends to be busy checking out how sturdily the railing is at the front of the boat, but every few seconds she sneaks a glance in our direction.