“What are you doing with him, Corrie?”
“Nothing… just having fun. He’s nice…”
He scowls. “Yeah he’s nice because he wants to get into your pants.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. I’m way too old for him.”
“I’m sure he couldn’t care less. You don’t realize how sexy you are, do you?”
His words warm my core. I hate that he can still affect me this way, with just words.
“It’s been hard this past year,” I confess. “I’ve been lonely, and maybe… I just want someone to like me.”
“I like you,” he says. “This is all your doing, Corrie. You’re the one who wanted this.”
I know.
I wanted this. But all I want right now is to press my mouth to his, to feel his arms around me, his tongue dancing around mine.
We stare at each other the for the longest time. He doesn't move, willing me to make the first move. I know this is a bad idea, I know I’ll regret it, but I can’t help myself.
I slowly lean into him, and as soon as my lips press against his, he pulls the oars in and wraps his large hands around my ass. He pulls me in flush against him in one swift move. His kiss is wild, desperate. Our mouths dance, teasing each other. I feel it all the way down to my core. I could kiss him all day, until the sun sets. His mouth slides down my jawline. He glides his tongue down to my collarbone and I let out a loud moan. He scrambles to undo my life jacket. One hand finds my breast, and the other is clamped to my rear. My own hands are busy feverishly pulling off his jacket too, and exploring the ridges of his torso. Finally, I undo his fly and dig into his boxers. I find his length, hard and ready for me.
“What do you want, Jacob?” I ask, breathless.
He drags his mouth against my ear. “I want to taste your sweet pussy again.”
God, I want to. I’ve missed it so much. I can’t count how many times I’ve touched myself, imagining Jacob’s head between my thighs.
“Then I want to fuck you senseless… right here,” he breathes.
Without a word, I reach for the band of my sports shorts and eagerly pull them down my ass, along with my panties. He’s keen as he helps me along, peeling them down my legs. He leans down and I scooch myself back, resting my head on the edge of the boat. He dives right in, and as soon as his hot mouth presses on my sex, I’m in heaven. I gaze up at the blue sky, lost in the pleasure. His tongue slides skillfully up and down my pussy, and I press my hips harder into him.
He pulls away for just a second. “You taste so good.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Back to it, Mister.
My legs are spread wide across the edges of the small boat as I rake my hands through his thick hair — I’ve always loved the feel of it. I stare at my Keds as I press his head closer against me, and I shamelessly rub myself against his face. With anyone else, I could never be so bold, but with Jacob, I have no inhibitions. I sink into the pleasure of it as I climb feverishly to my climax. When I finally get there, I whimper loudly, letting him know how good he makes me feel.
When I finally settle down, he slides back up and smiles playfully at me. His face is wet and smells of my sex.
“Thank you,” I say shyly.
He smirks. “I bet Alex could never do that so well. I’m the only one who knows exactly what you like.”
I reach for his erection and wrap my hand around it. “Someone’s still hard… what should we do about that?”
He smiles and leans back into the boat. “I want you to straddle me.”
I laugh. “Of course you do.” I waste no time when I climb over him and let myself sink into the pleasure. I’m tender but he feels so good. I don’t think I’ll get there again, but I’m just enjoying the sight of his beautiful face as my body brings him closer. His eyes are closed, his full mouth slightly opened. He’s on cloud nine as I slide slowly back and forth against him, pulling him as deep as I can. I go harder and faster when I see that he’s almost there.
“Come for me, baby,” I urge. “I love the way you look when I get you off.”
And with those few words, he loses it. He grabs the flesh of my hips as he jerks and presses hard into me twice — I love it.
I collapse on him and press my head into the crook of his neck, just like I used to. I miss this so much, it brings tears to my eyes. I realize that I’m never going to be able to let him go. How am I going to do this? Yet, I still think it’s for the best. I haven’t changed my mind. I know he’ll be better off without me.
