Chapter 3
His mouth sucked hard on my nipples as his fingers kneaded my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
It was like a waterfall hitting all the right spots.
The sound of my scream echoed across the trees. Birds took flight. It would be embarrassing if it weren’t so earth-shattering.
The joy I felt under Keston’s generous lovemaking was unbeatable.
“That was so good,” I sighed. My hand still held onto his cock. It throbbed and leaked precum.
He smiled. “Now, be a good girl, and let’s pull down those cute shorts. The boat needs to be christened.”
“Here?” I asked. “In the yard. You want to have sex in broad daylight?”
Keston scoffed. “What do you think we’ve been doing? Playing chess?”
“Suppose someone drives up?”
“It’s a private road. There’s no one around but us.”
I glanced around.
“This is not the time to get paranoid, missy. Not after that performance.”
I smacked his arm. “Why can’t we go inside?”
“Woman, turn around. Our boat is waiting. Not to mention this one-eyed monster here.”
I giggled. “You’re so corny.”
“And you love it.”
“Yes, I do,” I admitted.
I decided to be brave like him and tossed off my clothes.
I did a ballerina twirl, completely naked. His appreciative grin gave me the confidence to twirl again. With him, I forget I’m forty years old.
“You’re bad for me,” I grumbled. “You’re turning me into an exhibitionist.”
“Good. As long as I’m the only one in the audience.” He smacked my ass playfully before bending me over the edge of the refurbished boat.
With the sea right at his front door and the rainforest all around us, I stuck my ass in the air. “If you can’t beat them . . .” I laughed.
“You fuck them,” he said, sliding his thick cock into my soaking pussy. He took his time so it wouldn’t hurt too much. But it always does.
He whistled. “Nice, tight pussy you got, baby. It was made for me.”
I grabbed each ass cheek and spread them to make room for his big dick. It was like letting a bull into a china shop. Things were gonna get messed up.
And sure enough, he grabbed my hips, pumping his dick in and out of my pussy, making loud squelching noises.
“Woman,” he growled, panting to the finish line, “you are mine.”
I couldn’t disagree even if I wanted to.
“Okay, so what are we going to call her?”
We were lying in the shallow water, floating and holding hands so we wouldn’t drift too far apart.
The sunblock I sprayed on made my skin glisten.
“I don’t know, honey. It’s your boat.”
“Our boat. Like this is our beach. Our house. Our donkey.”
“Our donkey? Do you mean the annoying animal that trots down the dirt road to your house in the wee hours of the morning, then brays along with the roosters crowing to wake us up? That donkey?”
He squeezed my hand. “It’ll grow on you.”
“Doubt that.”
“How about calling the boat, ‘True Love’s Dream?’”
I wrinkled my nose. “Too cheesy.”
“Ready for Love?”
“Worse.”
“Fine, you are in charge of naming our vessel.”
I splashed water on his face. “What will we be using it for?”
He closed his eyes. I did, too, as the water caressed us like a warm bath.
“We can return to No Man’s Land,” he said. “To have those romantic picnics on the beach that you dreamed about when we were stranded.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready to go back there.” It was only six months ago that we were stuck on that deserted island and almost died!
“Well, it doesn’t have to be tomorrow. We can visit the island where we fell in love any time you want. With a bottle of champagne.”
“And a satellite phone?”
This time he splashed water on my face.
“Yes, silly. And a sat phone.”