My Kind of Love (Finding Love 1)

“Babe,” I groan, knowing immediately where this is going.

“Nobody can see us,” she says, confusing my tone. The cruiser I rented isn’t large by any means, but it has three glass tinted windows shading half the boat, giving us almost complete privacy. I’m not worried about anyone seeing us. I’m worried about what we’re about to do—again. How deep we’re getting only hours before we have to find our way to the surface.

Her hands disappear and then she’s crouched in front of me, hidden between me and the helm of the boat. I glance down just in time to see her take my dick into her mouth through the material of my shorts. She teases me like this for a few seconds before she tugs my shorts down and takes my shaft into her mouth as far as she can go. She gags slightly when the head hits the back of her throat, and I come close to losing my shit. I’ll be damned if she’s going to take charge again.

Backing up slightly, I pull her into a standing position, then lift her into my arms, walking us over to the bench that stretches across the entire area. Laying her across it, I take a moment to drink her in. She’s shed her shorts and shirt, leaving her in only that barely scrap of a bathing suit. The triangles of her top showcase her full breasts, and because she’s turned on, her nipples are straining behind the fabric. Her bottoms are only held together with thin strings. All it would take is a pull on each side and her perfect cunt would be bared to me.

“Ryan, please,” she whines desperately.

“No,” I tell her. Her eyes thin, glaring at me, but before she can argue, I explain. “The first time was quick.”

“That’s not my fault,” she sasses, and I bark out a laugh. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this woman. What am I going to do when we part ways tomorrow? The thought is sobering, but I push it aside for now, wanting to stay in the moment with Micaela.

“That’s not what I meant.” I bend down and kiss her soft lips. “It was filled with passion. Like you said, we needed the release, but this time I’m going to take my time and worship every inch of you.” Burn every detail of her perfect body into my brain for when she’s gone and all I’ll have is the memory of her.

Taking her foot in my hands, I place a kiss to the arch then to her delicate ankle.

“Ryan,” she moans, impatience in her tone.

“Shh, every inch.”

I continue kissing her heated flesh: her toned calf, the inside of her knee, up her thigh. She squirms in place, silently begging me to continue my ascent. But I don’t. Instead I start all over again, this time with her other foot, making my way back up her leg. Her skin is silky smooth and smells good. Like what, I have no fucking clue. Something sweet mixed with just her. A scent I hope is engrained in my memory for when I’m gone.

When I get to the apex of her legs, I press the inside of her thighs, pushing them open. I run my nose up the center of her, inhaling her, mentally memorizing every minuscule detail.

“Ryan,” she shrieks. “What are you doing?”

I assume she’s asking a rhetorical question, but when I move the fabric of her bathing suit to the side and stick my nose between her pussy lips, she grabs the ends of my hair and pulls my face up.

“Ryan.” Her eyes are wide in shock, her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, I think. “Wh-what are you doing? Get up here and fuck me.”

“Every inch,” I repeat, separating her lips and licking up her seam. I stop at her swollen clit and nibble on it.

“Oh my God.” I glance up and her eyes roll backward. “Do that again,” she breathes.

Untying the strings, I rip her bottoms from her body and drop them on the floor. Then, with my hands holding her legs apart, I devour the hell out of her pussy. Micaela’s breathy moans spur me on as I work her up into a frenzy. When she’s moaning loudly, begging to come, I insert two fingers into her, and she shatters around me.

“Ry…” she breathes. “It… I…” I chuckle softly at her incoherence, loving that I have her so worked up. “Ohmigod… right… there!” she screams, right before she comes all over my tongue and fingers, soaking the hell out of the leather bench. Her legs shake, trying to close of their own accord. If I wasn’t holding her down, she would most definitely bow right off the seat. But with my one hand, I keep her on lock, pressing down on her pelvis and licking her straight through her orgasm.