Chapter 35
Matt
Scarlett has been inside for a while. Probably exploring; there’s a lot to see. I’ve gotten the sails up and am on the upper deck, steering. Not a boat in sight today.
Then she saunters up the stairs. She’s in the tiniest bikini I’ve ever seen. The black triangles of her top cover her nipples and not much else. The so-called bikini is a fucking thong. She’d better not wear that in public; I’d have to gouge every guy’s eyes out.
“Goddamn. You look sexy as fuck,” I say, almost drooling.
She straddles my lap, her tropical scent filling my nostrils, reminding me of a drink I want to down on an island. I throw auto pilot on, thankful for the feature. I was also planning on a moment like this; sex on a boat is fun.
“I was hoping you’d like it.” She nibbles on my ear.
I move the tiny triangle pieces out of the way and suck on one nipple while fondling the other. She did put them right in my face; it’s the least I could do.
She’s looking down at me while I’m staring straight into her eyes. Those serene, blue eyes seeing who I really am.
She starts grinding on me. My heart rate increases with excitement forming below.
The woman makes me lose control; I need to take some of it back.
I pick her up, grabbing her ass as her legs wrap around my waist. I move her to the lounge so I have more access, then lay her on her back and kiss my way down her body.
I pull her bottoms off in one smooth motion then continue to kiss every inch I can get to.
I’ve made it to her ankle and then start making my way back up, to her calf.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and then I put my mouth on her clit.
I suck lightly at first, then start lapping my tongue.
She arches her back and I grip her breasts. A small moan escapes from her delicate mouth, making my dick hard. I love when she gives up her control to me. I like seeing her come undone.
I grab both of her tits, tweaking her nipples as I continue to eat her out.
Then I move one arm to grab her neck between her breasts.
I insert one finger into her softness with my other hand while I hold her in place.
I move my finger in and out in tiny movements, then I curl it to hit her G-spot.
She starts writhing; I can tell she’s close.
I remove my hand from her throat and bring a finger to her mouth.
She sucks it willingly as I continue licking her clit and moving my other finger in and out.
I add another finger inside her, bringing my wet finger to one of her nipples and flicking it.
It makes her come on my hand. Her core tenses around my fingers.
Once she’s done convulsing, I sit up, bring my fingers to my mouth, and suck them. “I love how your pussy tastes.”
She smiles and reaches to undo my navy boardshorts. Once those are out of the way, I remove my shirt and place a condom over my erection. I move her to her back again, bringing both of her legs up to rest on my shoulders. She’s so flexible, her ankles go past her ears—fucking hot.
I nudge my dick against her opening, coating it in her juices. I tease her, moving my member against her clit. Then I grasp her at the back of her neck to hold her in place as I take a kiss from her. She submits and lets my tongue in. I explore her mouth, tasting a fresh mint.
I sink into her center nice and slow as we continue to make out. I want to savor every moment and take my time easing in and out of her cunt, feeling every inch.
I need to break away.
“Fuck, Scarlett, you feel so good, sweetheart. You like that cock inside you?” I whisper in her ear while thrusting.
She moans in return, lost in the moment.
I go back to kissing her neck. Sex with her feels different.
It’s like I won’t ever be able to get enough.
I’m addicted to more than her body; I see a future between us.
She’s driven, down to earth, and I feel like I can be myself.
Our relationship is no longer on a surface level—it’s gone deeper than that. I want to express it to her.
I pull away, keeping myself inside her, and hold her legs down, using them as support. I watch my cock move in deep and out to the tip, over and over again. I circle her clit with one finger and watch as she starts convulsing on my cock, letting go. I pause to feel her pussy tighten around me.
Once she has stopped convulsing beneath me, I pick up the pace, leaning over her again because I need to be as close as I can to her. Thrusting in and out, staring at her as she stares back at me. Doing anything to get closer.
I pull her in for another kiss and release inside her. She has another orgasm with me. I lie breathless over her, still holding my weight. Once I’ve caught my bearings, I pull out of her as slow as I can.
“I knew you’d like that bikini.” She straightens her back with a satisfied smirk.
“You’d better not be wearing that in public,” I reply.
“Oh yeah, grandpa?” She raises an eyebrow, giving me major attitude. “I can wear whatever I want.”
“You can’t be serious. There isn’t any fabric to it.”
I can’t risk her wearing the bathing suit around anyone else. I grab the bottoms and rip them in front of her.
She’s looking at me with wide eyes. I’ve never cared what a girl wears, but the thought of her looking way too sexy for anyone else’s eyes makes me lose my shit.
“I always get what I want, sweetheart.” I hold the swimsuit in a fist, breathing hard.
She storms off like she has somewhere else to go besides the ocean. I wouldn’t put it past her. She’d probably try to swim to shore somewhere, so I follow her naked ass.
“I can’t believe you just did that, you Neanderthal!” she shouts at me with her arms flailing around.
“Scarlett, there was nothing covering you in that. I’m not going to apologize for making sure you’re protected. Think of all the idiots you’d be attracting in that swimsuit.”
“What are you, my dad?” She turns around, her finger pointing at my chest. “That was bullshit!”
“Why are you so upset? Because I ruined your ‘swimsuit?’” I curl my fingers in air quotes, because anyone calling that a suit is delusional. “I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll make sure it actually covers you.”
“You’re trying to control me, Matt! It’s not about the suit.
It’s you telling me what I can or can’t wear.
I was only planning on wearing the stupid suit for you until you told me what to do.
Who the fuck do you think you are? You should trust me!
I’ve been trusting you! God knows why. We aren’t even official.
We’re seeing where this goes, as you stated. ”
I keep staring at her with my nostrils flaring. I bite down on my teeth, making my jaw clench, to try to keep it together. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam is coming out of my nose. I’m not sure what to say, but I can’t think of anyone else being with her.
“Okay, I get it. I went too far. I like it when you’re only mine,” I explain.
“I’m not yours. We’re just dating. You wanted to see if we were compatible first.” She shrugs. “Ask me instead of demanding things next time.”
I don’t like what she said at all. She should be mine. I want her to be mine.
“You like when I’m demanding,” I tease.
“In the bedroom.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m going to get some clothes on. Wouldn’t want a non-existent boater to see me naked.”
She walks away leaving me gawking after her. I need to make sure she knows she belongs to me.