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“To where?” I ask, looking around for some kind of landmark in the middle of the lake. He points to the back end of the boat.
“There’s a buoy back there, about twenty or thirty yards. Race from the stern to that.”
I press my lips together before raising my eyebrows and giving a shrug. “Alright,” I agree and start breast stroking my way to the back of the boat. Once we’ve reached our starting mark, each of us with a hand on the deck, Matt counts us off.
“One… two… three… go!” I push off and throw myself into a crawl, taking steady breaths and kicking my feet the whole way to the buoy, not looking over at Matt or caring about his progress. When I slap a hand on the bobbing red metal buoy, I look over my shoulder and can’t help the smug grin on my face when I see Matt lagging a few strokes behind.
“Hi,” I say teasingly when he reaches the buoy beside me.
“How the fuck did you do that?”
I give him a playful shrug. “I don’t know. Just blessed with the gift I guess. I’m a swimmer.”
“Alright, alright, fine.” He rolls his eyes with a humble smile. “Race me back?”
Aww. He wants to redeem himself. Either I win again, or we break even. Neither way can hurt. We push off again, and sure enough, I’m at the stern before he is. This time I can’t help a little laugh.
“Fine, I give. You’re the stronger swimmer,” he rolls his eyes at himself and he looks adorable with strands of wet black hair sticking to his forehead, and droplets of water on his eyelashes. “Come here,” he says, reaching for my hand and pulling me to him. Our arms go around each other and his lips find mine in a kiss that starts off sweet and intoxicates me more by the second. It deepens, our mouths opening wider, lips pressing harder. I can’t help the longing moan that comes out of me when his tongue delves in and caresses as much of mine that it can. My heart is already beating hard and fast from the race, my blood pumping throughout my body and it’s making me hypersensitive to every sensation he gives me. He moans back in response and grabs onto my legs under the water to wrap them around this waist. Using the strength of his own legs, he keeps us afloat while I tighten my arms around his neck and press my chest against his, desperately wanting a part of him touching every part of me. The feel of his warm tongue sweeping through my mouth makes my sex swell and throb.
Without meaning to, I feel myself rubbing against him; my pelvis against his abs, my boobs against his chest. Even with the barrier of my swimsuit and the chill of the water, the friction makes me hotter. I want him. Right here in the water. I moan into his mouth again, mostly because this feels so good, but also to let him know where I’m at; that we can take this step any time.
His mouth releases mine, and he pulls his face away just enough to look in my eyes, searching, as if he’s trying to see if he read my body language right.
“Mel…” My name comes out on a breathless rasp with an unasked question in his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper in answer as I nod at him. He blinks, leaning in to kiss me and then hangs on to me as he leans back, propelling himself backward closer to the boat, pulling me with him. When we’re close enough, he uses his powerful arms, hefting me up to sit me on the stern deck. Placing his hands on either side of me, he hauls himself partially out of the water to hover over me with his elbows locked. Cold water trickles off his body and onto mine as I lean back on my hands and he begins kissing my mouth for only a moment before latching onto my neck. He lowers himself slowly, letting his mouth make a journey down my body. With no other boats around, I let myself go and moan in response to his motions. When his lips make their way to my chest, they place a kiss on each breast before he nuzzles my cleavage. My excitement jumps sky high when he supports his weight on one hand while using the other to tug at the string of my bikini on my right hip.
Oh my God. Yes.
He places open-mouthed kisses down stomach as he lowers himself the rest of the way into the water, pulling the scrap of material out of the way. He pulls me closer to the edge of the deck and wastes no time, bringing his mouth down over me, sending me into immediate ecstasy. His tongue delves deep between my folds, stroking from bottom to top. I put a hand in his wet hair, gripping the strands. He comes up for air, breathing warm air against me before diving back in. He makes out with my pussy the same way he does my mouth: deep and full-on.
“Oh my God,” I drop my head back and moan out loud. The feel of his warm tongue on my cold skin makes my vision ripple and blur. I flex and roll my hips, unable to help myself as he flattens his tongue against my sex, his head bobbing with his motions as he strokes it up and down for a few motions before pushing it inside of me with a groan. My mouth drops open in a gasp as his tongue rolls and swipes through me. I’m being pushed rapidly to my peak in just a few short moments.
Matt grips my hips and presses his tongue harder into me, driving me home with several more hard, rapid licks. I’m writhing against his mouth and I can feel a flush breaking out on my chest as I come hard. One orgasmic wave after another crashes over me as Matt slowly strokes his tongue against me, bringing me down. When my breathing starts to equalize, he pulls me back down in the cold water with him. The sudden immersion is a soothing relief for the fever he just put over me, but that combined with being back in his arms is the perfect blend of bliss and comfort surrounding me. His eyes scan mine as my hand finds the back of his hair, entangling in the wet strands. He wraps his arms fully around me, holding me close to him as he tenderly places kisses on my shoulder, working his way sweetly up my neck and to my mouth again.
“I want you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Take me,” I say back.
Chapter Thirteen
Matt
I wantto do what she’s telling me and yank my shorts down and push my dick up inside her right here in the water, especially after watching her come apart while I ate her sweet pussy. It would be amazing to feel the heat of our bodies moving together as I hold her close in the cold lake. I love the spontaneity of the idea too. But I’ve spent time daydreaming about what I want my first time with this woman to be like, and I won’t settle for anything less.
“Sunshine, the first time I take you, I’m going to do it right,” I murmur into the skin of her jaw as I kiss my way to her ear. “I can’t do all the things I want to do with you right here,” I whisper when I get there. “I want you in my bed.”
I mean what I say. As much as I want to satisfy both of our desires, I want to be in a place where I can lay her down and look at her. I want to roll around with her, reach out and touch her; explore her. That’s what I want my first time with her to be, not a quick in-and-out because we’re too turned on to wait. Here in the water, our movements are restricted, and as incredible as it was to go down on her on the boat, we got lucky with privacy, and I don’t want to be worried another boat will come by when we’re all wrapped up in each other. Talk about a mood killer.
“I like that,” she sighs, her lips against my shoulder.
I lean back and cradle her face in my hands, trying to get a good look at her eyes.
“Can I take you back to the house?” I don’t know why I’m nervous as fuck all of a sudden to ask her that.
“We just got here,” she replies with a tilt of her head.
“We’re here for four days. I’ll bring you back tomorrow, I promise.”