Giselle’s smile deepened when she saw Blake watching her. She twisted onto her back, fully aware that he was now more interested in her than the direction they were moving. She closed her eyes and resisted the desire to slip off the bikini top that barely covered her ample breasts. As she created the image of Blake’s tongue laving her nipples, she felt them tighten against the thin material. She held the image in her mind, and absently caressed a circle of touch around one of the rigid tips.
The muffled slam of a book told her Iris had spotted her action. She tried not to laugh when footsteps told her she was now alone on the deck. She heard Dale being summoned and cracked open one eye to see if Blake was alone at the other end of the deck. He was leaning on the wheel, his grin inviting her to continue. Instead, she climbed to her feet, grabbed a wraparound skirt, and padded down to the other end of the boat.
“Why don’t you put us on auto-pilot?” She suggested. He leaned on the wheel and smiled. “Why would I do that?” “Well,” she reached back and slipped the knot that held her top in place and peeled away the silky nylon from her skin. She dropped the top on the deck and began to squeeze her breasts and tug on the ripe, aching buds of her nipples. “I was hoping you might like to put your beautiful big dick in my very wet pussy, sweetheart.” She slipped between him and the ship’s wheel as she spoke and reached out to grip the outer edges of the wheel, pushing her tits toward him further. She laughed and tossed back her hair when he started to fondle her lush breasts.
“Suck them, Blake,” she whispered. “I want you to suck my tits, baby.”
He obliged her with a soft chuckle. She was squirming against the wheel in minutes as he licked and sucked one breast then the other, leaving her gasping for air that didn’t seem to ever reach her lungs. She was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper, followed by the side string of her bikini bottom being tugged. A moment later, Blake lifted her suddenly and she was impaled on the solid length of his cock. He pushed so deep so fast that she choked on the moan that crested in her throat.
“God!” Blake moaned against her shoulder, “I love your cunt, baby.”
He drove upward and Giselle shuddered and clung to him. She laughed when he pulled out of her a moment later and whirled her around so her back was to him. He positioned her hands on the ship’s wheel and bent her forward a little before covering her fingers with his, and then he slid into her again, driving deep. Giselle pushed back against him, taking his full length with each frantic thrust of his hips.
|Publisher:||New Dawning Books|
|File size:||150 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of my life.