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A small boat wasn’t the best place for a romantic interlude, and he broke off, smiling. “Food?”
My stomach rumbled on cue at his suggestion. “Please.”
Apples, some strange but tasty crackers and smoked Bavarian cheese, all washed down with lemonade. After the meal, Stefan resumed sailing and he circled the yacht about before returning to the shoreline and the boathouse. I helped as best as I could, slowly learning some terminology and the mechanics of sailing. Stefan was a good teacher, but I already knew this.
He helped me ashore and my legs wobbled again, this time from the sturdiness of the ground beneath me. I laughed at the sensation. I assisted him with returning the boat to its mooring, covering it up with plastic sheeting and putting away the safety equipment, including my vest. Inside the boathouse, the midday sun had heated the building, and I stripped off my unnecessary jacket.
We stood opposite each other, eyes locked, and the familiar sensation erupted inside me—a multitude of butterflies swarmed in my belly. He took a step toward me, and I dropped the jacket on the floor.
Chapter Eighteen
It began as one of those scenarios you could never have imagined. I’d traveled to a foreign country, visited an enchanted lake, stood in a boathouse and—bam!—got seduced into sex with little more than a glance in my direction.
The indiscernible sense of unrealism continued. My feet glued themselves to the ground. I wanted them to budge, but they anchored me to the spot. Stefan, as he moved toward me, vanished into the shadows. I lost contact with his sparkling eyes and smiling lips. He’d stepped out of the light, away from the brighter end of the boathouse, and transformed into a silhouette. From my position, the lake and distant blue skies framed his tall stature, providing a remarkable backdrop.
Where I stood rooted, the light shone down through two small skylights in the roof. Square spotlights, and I happened to be standing in one of them. The sunbeam provided me with warmth, even though I’d begun to experience those prickly shivers that always accompanied my arousal.
As he reached me, the light hit his face, like a sudden unveiling, and he blinked, fending off the daylight. I curled my tongue around my lips, moistening them, eager to taste him. He gave me what I desired—his warm mouth pressed hard against me. He locked an arm about my shoulder, hugging me close to his body, trapping my cradling arms between our torsos. I tilted my head to one side and he trailed kisses about my face, my cheek, nose and eyes, each treated to a delicate peck of his lips.
He settled his mouth on my neck, drawing in the taut flesh for a second each time he kissed me. His other hand had taken a different journey. He slid it down my back, under my waistband and straight into my knickers. He squeezed a buttock hard. Such a contrast to his tender osculation of his sweet kisses.
While I melted around his mouth, he continued to rove about below with
a brisker manner. He tracked around my waist, located the button to my jeans and swiftly undid it. He yanked my trousers down then my underwear. They tumbled away from my thighs, landing in a heap about my ankles, effectively hobbling me. I crushed my thighs together as the cool air tickled my recently shaved pussy.
Not content to have me half naked, he lunged his hand up under my T-shirt and unclasped my bra, whipping the cups off my breasts. I’d been stripped from armpit to ankle in a matter of a few seconds, while pinioned to his chest by his other strong arm.
Right next to my hip, his erection bulged in his pants. I rubbed my hip against it. He broke off from his canoodling kisses.
“What are you doing?” He stroked my ass then pinched my soft flesh with his fingertips.
I wriggled my bottom, trying to shake his hand free. “Preparing myself,” I replied.
He ran a finger up my spine and I shivered.
“Wow, you’re super tense.”
“I’m cold,” I retorted.
He nuzzled my hair. “Nope, tension is what I’m sensing. You thought you’d upset me, talking about my brother and me. Then, you got nervous about the boat, and now, standing virtually naked, you’ve gone all rigid.”
With his accurate summation came my caving in, a crippling loss of control. My body might have been aroused, dripping with juices and ready to be plundered, but troubled thoughts and doubts filled my mental place. I crashed against him and buried my face in his shirt. “It’s been a tough week.” I sniffled.
Stefan sighed. He released his grip and I let my arms drop to my sides.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “We’ve had great sex, but I’m struggling to take this all in. I’m a fish out of water and very dependent on you. I can’t speak the language, I have hardly any money and, yesterday, I shaved my privates for the first time in my life and I’ve no idea why I did it.”
He chuckled. “Liebling. Let me help you. Give yourself to me, and I’ll release all that tension.”
He spoke with assurance, a confidence I envied. I believed him too. With my feet still entwined by my clothing, I could do little with my legs. I wondered how he would provide that magical release. He twisted me around, allowing my feet to shuffle until I came to stand with my back to him.
“Rest on me,” he said.
His chest cushioned my head and I leaned back slightly without taking the weight off my feet. Above us, the sunbeams encroached, illuminating my pale skin and warming me. He caressed my taut belly with small circles and I closed my eyes, blocking out the bright sunshine. While his one arm remained looped under my breasts, he continued to rove, to fondle and explore with the other. He crept south on a direct course to my mound. I snatched a breath when his fingertips arrived.
He circled my mons, triggering a wave of tingles between my legs. My knees knocked together, as I battled to stem the sudden arousal.
“Relax, don’t fight it,” he whispered.
