Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

carried away by the wind.
    Her tank top plastered against her small, firm breasts so that her nipples peaked beneath the thin material, beckoning him. In the wind her long skirt blew around her ankles, swirling, sometimes revealing her bare, shapely legs and then dropping the colorful veil over the enticing sight.
    He wanted her. There in the early morning sunlight, with the gulls flying overhead and the water beneath them. How could he not? She was his world. Without a doubt, when she was the captain of her boat, she was at her sexiest. His body reacted of its own volition. He didn’t will the blood to flood into his cock, despite his training and experience in sexual arts; this was natural, a reaction to loving his woman. He found joy in that simple pleasure—his body reacting without command.
    He stepped up behind her, close, knowing—certain—that she would welcome him. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and laughed again. The sound was an aphrodisiac, bursting through his veins like champagne bubbles. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body back against him. His cock was as hard as a rock, thick and long and pulsing with energy. He knew she could feel his need by the way she pushed back tight against him.
    One of her arms came back up and around to circle his head, bringing it down to hers as she turned her face enough to kiss him. “I’ve been giving it some thought,” she whispered against his mouth.
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    “What thought?” One hand found its way under her tank top to caress the underside of her breast.
    “That there might be a few perks to having you diving with me after all.”
    His fingers found her nipple, tugged and rolled, then went back to massaging her supple breast. He felt her stomach muscles bunch beneath his palm where he held her tightly to him. He bit the junction of her neck and shoulder.
    “I’m certain I can provide as many perks as you’d like,” he murmured, licking from her pulse to the lobe of her ear. “Both above and below water.”
    She rolled her bottom against him, a clear enticement. “When I was putting your diving suit into the truck, I found that little opening right at the crotch very intriguing and fraught with all sorts of amazing possibilities under water.” She turned her head more until their eyes met. “I can hold my breath a really long time.”
    His cock reacted with a hard jerk. The pressure from such a heavy erection was nearly painful with his jeans on. With one hand he unbuttoned the front of his jeans to get some relief. The cool air hit the scorching heat of his shaft, and he pressed closer to her, using the warmth of her body, burrowing into the delicious separation of her buttocks. He trailed his fingers over her hip and down her leg to her thigh. Very slowly he began to bunch the material in his fist, pulling it up inch by inch.
    “I have to admit, laskovaya moya , I’ve noticed you have excellent skills under water.”
    The wind tugged at the skirt and he continued to inch up the hem so that her bare leg and then the left side of her firm round buttocks and hip came into view, revealing all those shimmering raindrops scattered along her bare skin, the ones he loved to taste.
    “ Superior underwater skills,” she corrected. “Skills I’m quite willing to improve on. I don’t mind practicing. In fact, I enjoy practicing.”
    He knew she was telling the truth. Each time her lips closed over his cock, it was her idea, and there was something so amazing in her eyes that at times he wondered whether that was half of the pleasure, the way she loved him, the way she enjoyed pleasuring him. She gave him back every bit as much as he gave her.
    His hand caressed bare skin. He shaped her bottom, rubbed and massaged. “How good are you at driving this boat?” His voice was pitched low to challenge her.
    “expert.” There was no hesitation.
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    “Really?” He bunched her hair in his hand and pulled her head back to take her mouth. Dark hunger spread like the sun across the water.
    Deliberately he took his time, exploring her sweetness, taking what he wanted, kissing her deeply over and over.
    The boat continued over the water toward their destination without so much as a waver. When he released her mouth, she caught his lip with her teeth and nipped. Her tongue licked along the marks. “You’ll have to do better than that,” she whispered, a husky invitation.
    His hands bunched on either side of the long skirt,