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“More,” he orders. “Tell me what your pussy feels like.”
I tremble.
I reach down and slide my fingers between my legs. “It’s hot,” I whisper. “My fingers are absorbing the heat as I touch it. The skin is soft, my clit is hard, and I’m wet.”
“How wet?”
I coat my fingers in my arousal, then, boldly, I reach forward until my fingers touch his lips. He parts them with a feral growl and sucks them in, his tongue swirling around my fingertips as he licks every ounce from me.
I carefully slide my fingers from his mouth and put them back between my legs. “My skin is so soft there, freshly waxed and smooth.”
“Stick your fingers in, tell me how it feels ...”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I murmur.
“Come over here onto my lap.”
I carefully move closer, placing my hands on his shoulders as I shuffle, little by little, until I can sit down on his lap. The kayak rocks, and I hang onto him, praying this thing doesn’t tip over. If it does, I have no doubt he’ll punish me for it. Not that I’ll mind, hell, I’ll take the punishment with everything I have.
When I lower myself onto his lap, I can feel every hard inch of him beneath me and my body shudders in response. I lean forward, pushing my breasts into his face, to which he responses with a pleased growl before spreading his lips and sucking my nipple in. I moan as he twirls his tongue around the tip, and then his teeth clamp down, causing me to let out a little yelp.
I take his hair in my hand and jerk his head back.
He snarls up at me, and oh, if it isn’t the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it rough,” he growls. “I can see it written all over you.”
“I never said I didn’t like it rough. I also didn’t tell you that I like to give it rough just as much ...”
“Bad girl.”
“You have no idea.”
I lean down, fingers still gripped in his hair, and my lips brush over his. I kiss him until my entire body is on fire, until my lips are numb and I’m more than ready for him. His hands are roaming my body as we kiss, sliding over my bottom, up my back, over my breasts and between my legs. He finds me wet and ready and moans his delight.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
“Are you going to do something about that?” I murmur, my lips parting from his and gliding down his throat.
“Fuck,” he growls, “you’re drivin’ me wild. If I could, I’d bend you over and put my mouth between your legs, sucking every ounce of your pussy until you were so exhausted you could only stammer my name, but I can’t do that right now, so you’re goin’ to fuck me, and remember, you tip us out ... I’ll punish you.”
“The problem with that, cowboy, is I want to be punished.”
His hand comes down on my backside so hard I scream, the slap echoes through the quiet night. “I did warn you about what would happen if you continued to call me that.”
I lean in close. “Cowboy.”
Another slap, this one harder. My moans can’t be contained, the pain brings a new level of pleasure, a level that I don’t often allow people to bring me to. Most of them don’t like it, but I just know Enzo will be all for it.
“You’re a fuckin’ bad girl. You like it when I hurt you.”
I bite his bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Fuck me. Now.”
God.
Yes please.
He shuffles around beside him and comes up a second later with what I can only assume is a condom judging by the rustling noises coming from it.
“You just carry condoms around on you?”
He grunts. “Shouldn’t I?”
“Oh no, you should, it’s just refreshing.”
He murmurs something I don’t quite catch, and I feel him reach between us and slide the condom on his very hard, very big, cock. He shuffles a touch more, and then he settles me down over him. The kayak rocks, threatening to tip us out, but I manage to steady it by holding my body still. Slowly, inch by inch, I sink down onto him. I don’t know how I’m going to fuck him the way I want without throwing us out of this thing, but I’m determined to find a way.
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing my body as close to his as I can for stability. Then, moaning as he stretches and fills me, I begin to rock. Slowly at first, just a gentle grind of my hips. His mouth is right by my ear and hearing the noises of pleasure he’s giving me only spurs me on. I slowly go up and down, careful not to cause too much motion. It’s hell, and yet, at the same time, it’s fucking delightful.
