The boat rocks, and his hands go to either side of my hips, holding me steady as he gets down on one knee.
"Abigail... will you-"
"Yes!" I cry out, wrapping my arms around him, the sudden shift nearly toppling the boat over, and he hugs me tight to his broad chest. I put the ring on my finger, and it glints in the dusky light, looking so elegant and refined.
And then his mouth is on mine, covering me with kisses, his tongue lashing against me, and we're both instantly slaves to the thing we'd denied and run from for so long.
The rocking of the boat inhibits us, but only at first. It wasn’t long before Kaiden’s big, strong limbs have us steadied.
We were lost in each other's lips, kissing and lashing our tongues against one another as he took hold of my hips, squeezing my sides. Those strong, hard hands such a long missed feeling. So familiar even after so long.
The lash of his studded tongue such a titillating thrill.
It's all coming back so fast, so natural. Even though ours was a lust given bloom for only a short while.
It isn’t easy. Our lust is tempered by physics, by our life jackets, by the fact that I just had to wear pants to our meeting. Maybe I thought it would serve as protection against my desires, but instead, it’s just another hindrance that keeps me from feeling his body against mine right now.
I wrap my arms around him, and even the subtle grinding of my hips, that instinctual need, rocks the boat a little bit.
The moon is out in full force, making everything sparkle in its silver hue, giving the world such an enchanting sheen.
“I’ve missed you,” I confess urgently between kisses, my tongue warring with his. “I was so, so mad, but I couldn’t turn off how much I missed you.”
He’s pressing down upon me as the boat wobbles back and forth, and I can feel that big, thick manhood of his pulsating with desire. For me.
With a smack of our lips, he pulls back, looks into my eyes as they glint moonlight.
“The only moment of happiness I’ve had these past few months was when I saw you drive up, back into my life, Princess… Everythin’ before was just passing time, tryin’ to fill a void that couldn’t ever be filled. I need you to be happy, babe, I need you in every which way a man can need another. And it’s ingrained, right down to my marrow.”
His words are deep and husky, so powerful and full of conviction.
He says them all with such passion before he lunges in and kisses me once more, his two big hands rubbing in under my shirt, feeling the swell of my belly before sliding down to work at my pants again.
There's such awe in the way he touches me, the awareness of the life we created in me so significant. But not enough to distract him from the lust we have for each other.
There’s no way either of us can fight it anymore, and my hands are running over his fine, tailored suit. It feels so good, different from the usual hard denim he wears, and it makes my hand eagerly dance over it until they reach his leather belt.
I don’t pause, and deep in my heart, I know we can’t ever leave one another again. We can live without one another, but that’s all we can do.
Just go through the motions.
His fingers are undoing my jeans as I open his suit pants. Clumsily I stand, the boat threatening to tip but he grabs hold of me, guiding me to his lap.
It’s dark, but my eyes have adjusted with the dimming light, and I can see the faint outline of his cock as his pants are pulled away. As thick and large as I remember it.
He guides me on down, helping keep the boat as steady as possible.
Though once that thick crown of his is teasing along my slit and I’m moaning and squirming, we’re wobbling again.
“Easy, Princess,” he husks to me, holding me in his hands, guiding me on down along his shaft, letting me feel that thick girth spreading my pussy open wide again.
It’s so thick! And after so long without him, it’s like the first time again.
That broad shaft splaying my sex open wide, making him groan and shudder until, at last, he’s embedded right to my utmost depths, pulsating wildly with his own desires.
“Ohh Abby,” he husks out, his words so gravelly and hoarse. “I have missed everythin’ about you… but the feel of your cunt wrapped around my cock…”
It was indescribable for us both.
I suck in a deep breath and hold it, just focusing on trying not to tip us over, but I can barely stay still.
He feels amazing, better than I even remembered it, even on those few occasions I couldn’t resist anymore and touched myself to the thought of what we’d done.
My mouth is on his, and he presses back into me so hard that my lips feel sore, but I want more.
I moan into him, the sensation sending little vibrations down my tongue and into his mouth, and we try to sit still, just letting his thickness spread me open.