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I take off in a run towards the water and judging by the heavy footsteps that grow louder, he’s gaining on me. I almost slip as I head down the small grass verge that leads towards the dock, but I manage to stay upright.
I glance over my shoulder to find Alec hot on my heels and I scream, giggling as I pump my legs harder, my muscles burning.
The dock isn’t that long, but as I reach the edge, two arms wrap around my middle as we tumble over the edge, the surface of the water getting gradually closer to my head as we fall through the air.
Alec rotates us mid-air so that his back hits the water first, taking the brunt of the impact as we both go under. We break apart, but only for a few seconds as he spins me around so we’re chest to chest.
My eyes are tight shut. I always hated the feel of salt water in my eyes.
His hand cups my face and his lips meet mine and my arms wrap around his neck to hold him close. My lungs burn from holding my breath, but the feel of his mouth on mine is enough to overshadow the pain in my chest.
A few moments later we break the surface and he grips my ass and guides my thighs around his waist. The water is shallow enough for him to touch the bottom, and he walks us back towards the short dock.
My back hits the wooden dock as the smooth waves of the water lap around us.
The taste of salt water mixes with the taste of him as my tongue slides into his mouth. His hard cock presses between my legs as I begin to move against him. With every motion of my hips, his erection grazes my swollen clit through his sweats and my leggings.
“That’s it, princess. Use me to make yourself come,” he says before his mouth heads south, over my chin and down my neck. He sucks on the skin there so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave a hickey, but I don’t really care.
I want his kisses. I want him to mark me.
All I want is him. I’m intoxicated by him and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
With one hand still supporting my weight, he slides my shirt down along with my bra strap, exposing my left breast which he takes into his mouth.
I cry out as he nips at my hardened nipple, tugging it between his teeth and his lower lip. He licks and sucks, getting me more worked up as I rub myself against his cock.
It’s not long before I’m coming so hard stars dance in my vision, my body turning lax as I fall against Alec’s chest.
“Take me into the house, Alec. I need you inside me,” I moan.
“I’m at your service, Ma’am.”
27
With the warm sun beating down on us and the water calm, I decided to take Sierra out on my dad’s old boat for the day. As much as I’ve loved spending the better part of the past three days in bed with her, thinking up new creative ways to make her come, I thought a change of scenery and a little fresh air would do us both good.
Considering it’s been well over twenty years since I’ve been on it, I still remember how to operate it. As soon we entered the water and the engine rumbled to life, nostalgia hit me like a freight train. Suddenly I was a boy again, taking control of the wheel, peering up at my dad and seeing so much love and pride in his eyes as he watched me. Many of my favourite memories of my summers here as a kid took place on this boat with my dad.
I’ve always loved the water. I love how calming it is, the gentle ebb and flow of the waves as they lap rhythmically against the side of the boat. The way the sun glistens like diamonds off the surface of the water. I love how quiet it is. The tranquility here is second to none.
I took Sierra for a trip around the gulf, showing her the sights and stopping off briefly at the lighthouse that stands like a beacon overlooking the ocean.
I glance over my shoulder at Sierra to her raven hair whipping around her face in the breeze, a contented smile on her face as she enjoys the scenery.
The progress she’s made since we came here is astounding and I hope I’m partly responsible for that. I’ve always known how strong she was, but after everything she’s been through, her resilience and bravery are just two of the many things I admire about her and I couldn’t be prouder if I tried.
She’s started opening up more and more about what happened to her and although it kills me every time she tells me the things they did to break her, I’m honoured she trusts me enough to share those stories with me, that she feels comfortable enough to talk about the most painful parts of herself.
We pull up into the harbour of one of the many towns that make up the coast of Maine. Once I’ve secured the boat, I step off onto the docks and reach my hand out to Sierra. I help her off the boat and we take a stroll down the harbour that’s littered with shops, bars and restaurants. The majority of eateries around here are seafood restaurants, but not being the biggest fan of seafood myself, we settle for a place that serves other things besides fish, shrimp and lobster.
Our waitress finds us just moments after we take a seat in one of the tables in the far corner.
“Hey, can I start you off with some drinks?”
She’s young, bleach blonde wearing a little too much makeup than necessary. She beams down at me, her eyes wide and hopeful, a blush staining her cheeks.
“A beer please.”