Page 107 of Finding Storm

She pecks me once more and then says, “Let’s get on the boat.”

We swim around to the back of the boat where the ladder is.

Stevie goes up first, of course. I’d like to say it’s because I’m a gentleman, but I totally want a view of that sweet ass in my face. I follow up after her.

Stevie pulls two large towels from the bag, handing one to me. She wraps the other around herself, covering her body.

Yeah, not so keen on that.

I dry myself off with the towel and then toss it aside.

I reach out and give her towel a little tug at the point where she tucked it in. It drops to the floor at her feet.

“Much better,” I say. Then, I pull her to me and crash my lips back down to hers.

Without breaking the kiss, I back up, taking her with me, until I’m sitting down. I bring her down onto my lap, so she’s straddling me.

Legs on either side of mine. Her pussy pressed against my hard cock. Only two thin pieces of material separating us. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric.

I have one hand in her hair, keeping her mouth to mine. Not that she’s going anywhere. Stevie is as into this as I am. Thank fuck.

I let my other hand trail up her side, loving the way she shivers. I wrap my hand around her rib cage, just beneath her tit. My thumb lightly strokes the underside of it.

She moans into my mouth.

I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

I was wrong.

I cover her tit with my hand, taking it slow. I don’t want to rush her into anything. She rushes it for me. Pressing herself harder into my hand.

Fuck yeah.

I brush my thumb over the peak of her hard nipple through the fabric of her swimsuit.

She shudders under my hands. Pressing herself harder against my aching cock.

She’s turned on. I’m turned on.

I really want my mouth on her. I want to pull that string on her bikini top and take her nipple into my mouth.

And I know we’re secluded, and no one is around. But Stevie is shy.

I don’t want to freak her out by pushing things too quickly.

I’m not in this to just fuck Stevie and be done. This wouldn’t be a one-time thing for me.

I don’t know when this happened or how it happened. All I do know is that I want more from her. I want all of her.

I don’t want just one night with Stevie.

I want all her nights.

And, honestly, I’m just happy, being here with her, kissing her.

I move my hand up from her tit, sliding it up her chest.

She makes a sound of protest, and I chuckle darkly. I love that she wants my hands on her ’cause I sure as hell want to be touching her all the damn time.