Slipperless Series (Book #4)(2)

Just then, he eased himself off the side of the boat and began to lay me down. Pressing his palm in the center of my back, Gabe lowered me ‘til I lay flat, at which point he eased himself between my thighs and lowered his upper body over mine.

Gabe leaned his body weight into me as we continued to kiss. Still reeling from the fright-filled minutes when I thought I’d never see him again, I delighted in the taste of him, relieved I was able to savor it once more.

Underneath the warm afternoon sun, we intertwined our bodies, twisting arms and legs as the sailboat rocked back and forth with the gentle currents. Between the sounds of our hungry groans for one another, the lyrical cries of seabirds overhead passed in and out of my awareness.

A subtle breeze stirred the sail into action, causing it to flap and crack like an oversized whip. I swirled my fingers in Gabe’s hair, gently twisting the loose, damp curls. Gabe held me firm, with one hand around my midsection and the other cupping my breast.

When I thought I’d lost him, the feeling I experienced was about so much more than the physical. But now, having him here again, holding me, touching me and consuming me—I realized how connected I’d become to him.

I allowed my fingertips to slide down the back of his head, along his neck and towards the sun-warmed skin of his muscular upper back. Curling my fingers under, I dug the tips of my nails into his flesh as I further sought to reassure myself of his physical presence.

As I did, Gabe grunted and contracted his shoulder blades, drawing them together in a tight ball of sinew. I moaned in return and relaxed my grip, moving down further yet again until I reached the hard, round muscularity of his perfect ass, squeezing it and pulling it towards my hips.

Just then, Gabe separated his mouth from mine. As the satin soft feel of his lips moved away, I let loose with a disapproving pout.

Gabe chuckled as he looked down at me. “What’s the matter?”

Releasing one of my hands from his backside, I drew it up towards my face and pointed at my mouth.

“My lips miss you already.”

“Which ones?” Gabe said, with a devious smile on his face.

I returned his grin with one of my own. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

Gabe looked at me without speaking and nodded as he slid his fingers between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. The heat of his touch caused my lower back to arch, drawing my hips further towards his grip. Propped up on one elbow, Gabe hovered over me, gently sliding his fingers along my folds.

My mouth drifted open as I gazed up at him. Nodding, I looked into his eyes and exhaled a shaky, needful breath. After another pass or two of his fingers, Gabe reached around the edge of my bathing suit and slid them beneath it.

In the next moment, I gasped as I felt the undeniable sensation of his flesh against mine. Suspending the spandex fabric above my skin, Gabe wasted no time further torturing me.

His fingers dragged up and down the length of my folds, as if he were a musician tuning an instrument. For a minute or more, he lingered there, each time threatening to slip within me as he moved with tantalizing cruelty. At last, unable to stand much more, I instinctively lurched forward, sitting upright at the waist, but as I did, Gabe shook his head and pasted a look of disapproval on his lips.

He locked eyes on me like a snake charmer, watching me with an unbroken focus until I did his bidding and lay down again. Once I had, Gabe made his intention clear and with a violent tug, pulled the fabric of my suit to one side, exposing my pussy to the warm, salt-filled air.

With my head flat against the deck, I traced Gabe’s movements with my eyes as he braced himself on the side of the boat and stood above me. Remnants of his time underwater, lingering streaks of saltwater, trickled down the front of his chiseled torso tracing the lines of his pecs and abdominals.

Gabe’s rounded, broad shoulders glistened underneath the heat of the Caribbean sun as he reached towards his waist. Hooking his thumbs inside of his shorts, he slid them down the length of his muscular thighs, tossing them to the side with a casual flick.

Afterward, he descended once more, grasping his immense cock in his hand and maneuvering himself between my legs. My breath rose and fell with an ever increasing urgency as he moved across my body, darkening me in a shadow of wantonness.

And then, in the next moment, I felt the tip of his dick as he leaned in and brushed against my wet, tender folds. My eyes fluttered closed and my head rocked to one side as he tortured me with it. With deliberate, tempting strokes, he dragged the thick head along the full length of my entrance, cutting a wide swath as he did.

Desperate for him, I shuddered with each pass, wanting nothing more than to feel the sensation of him inside me yet again. Yet, just when I thought I’d reached my limit, he paused just at the precipice. He lingered there for several moments, until he pushed within me a fraction and held still, until I opened my eyes and looked into his. Instinctively, I reached towards his thick shaft, like an impatient child being deprived of my favorite plaything, but Gabe swatted me away, frowning in displeasure as he did.