Chapter 8 What We Build #4
"Then don't hold back this time."
My grip tightened on her ass.
"What do you want?"
She knew exactly why I asked. Luna never had to wonder what I was going to do with her body. I wanted the choice in her voice.
"Come inside me," she said. "I want to feel your cock pulse while I'm coming. I want every drop."
The words stripped the last layer off my control.
I kept the pace slow for three more strokes. Four. Then Luna's fingers sped over her clit, her pussy started clenching, and my body took over.
I drove into her harder.
She met me, leg locked around my hip, mouth open against mine.
"Now," she breathed. "Come with me, Nash."
Her third orgasm began as a shudder deep around my cock.
The first contraction pulled a broken sound from her.
The second ran through her stomach and locked her leg around me.
By the third, she was crying my name, pussy clamping and releasing in quick, wet pulses while her fingers pressed hard to her clit.
I buried myself as deep as I could go.
My orgasm hit before I finished the next breath.
"Fuck, Luna."
My hips jerked against hers. My cock pulsed hard inside her, pumping the first thick burst of cum deep into her pussy. Luna cried out and clenched around me again, her orgasm still rolling as another spurt filled her.
I came until my whole body shook.
She held me through every involuntary thrust, kissing me between gasps, pulling me closer while cum leaked around my cock and spread hot between our thighs.
Her pussy kept milking me after I had nothing left to give.
Neither of us moved.
Our foreheads stayed together. Her leg remained over my hip. My cock softened slowly inside her while the boat rocked beneath us and the last light disappeared behind the trees.
Luna's fingers traced the back of my neck.
"That," she whispered, still breathless, "was worth waiting all afternoon for."
"You made me carry life jackets first."
"Character building."
I laughed into her mouth and kissed her again.
We stayed joined until our breathing settled enough for the rest of our bodies to report in.
My shoulders ached. Luna's thighs trembled. Sweat cooled along my back. The slick heat between us spread every time the boat shifted.
When I finally pulled out, Luna groaned at the loss.
Cum followed my cock from her pussy, a thick white trail sliding over the flushed skin between her legs and onto the padded deck beneath us.
She looked down, then back at me.
"You made a mess."
"You asked for every drop."
"And I have no regrets."
She spread her thighs just enough to look again, unashamed and thoroughly satisfied. My spent cock twitched despite having no reasonable business doing anything.
Luna noticed.
"Already?"
"Appreciation isn't the same as recovery."
"Good. I don't have time to kill you tonight. We have a clinic to run."
"Romantic."
"You love me."
"Completely."
Her smile softened.
I ran my hand down her thigh and felt the muscle jump beneath my palm.
"Your calves are tight."
"Your fault."
"The skiing happened before the sex."
"Still your fault."
I sat up and drew both her legs across my lap. Cum remained slick along one inner thigh. I left it there while I worked my thumbs into the hard muscles of her right calf.
Luna's eyes closed.
"Oh, that's good."
"You always tightened up after long runs."
"You always had unfair hands."
I found a knot and leaned into it.
Her head dropped back against the cushion.
"Fuck. Right there."
"This isn't fixing," I said. "It's maintenance."
One eye opened.
"Maintaining your girlfriend?"
"High-performance equipment requires care."
"Call me equipment again and lose the good hand."
I grinned and moved to her other calf.
By the time both muscles had softened beneath my palms, the sky was fully dark and Luna had gone loose and warm across the deck.
She reached for my right hand when I finished.
"My turn."
The rope burn had deepened to an angry red stripe, but it was still shallow and dry. Luna opened the compartment beneath the observer's seat, retrieved the first-aid kit we'd checked earlier, and pulled out a roll of athletic tape.
"No antiseptic torture?" I asked.
"You want some?"
"Not remotely."
"Then hold still."
She wrapped my palm with the same concentration she gave a binding, testing the tension before she secured the last strip.
Her breasts brushed my forearm while she worked.
The intimacy of sitting naked and sticky while she cared for my hand landed differently than being taken care of after a mistake.
The same hands that had checked every binding and rope that afternoon now wrapped my palm with measured care. I let her do it without pretending I didn't need anything from her.
Luna pressed a kiss to the center of the tape.
"There. Still functional."
"High praise."
"Don't get used to it."
The callback made both of us smile.
Luna looked toward the dark water.
"Swim."
"You issuing an order?"
"I'm giving you three seconds before I win without you."
"We aren't competing."
She stood at the edge of the deck, naked, braided hair trailing down her back, ass flexing as she bent her knees.
"We weren't."
She dove.
I followed before she surfaced.
The lake hit cold after the heat of the sun deck. I came up gasping. Luna broke the surface several feet away, laughing, and splashed water into my face.
"Cheater."
"Winner."
"Thought we were partners."
She swam to me and looped her arms around my neck.
"We are. You can be my losing partner."
I kissed her before she found another insult.
Lake water cooled our mouths. Her naked body slid against mine beneath the surface, breasts pressing to my chest, legs brushing mine. The contact stayed playful rather than becoming a new round. We floated, kissed, ducked each other once, then swam a slow circle around the anchored boat.
Luna rolled onto her back. Her braids fanned in the water without coming loose, and she caught my taped hand in hers.
"I love you," she said to the night above us.
"I love you too."
She squeezed my fingers.
"Even when I'm bossy?"
"Especially then."
"Correct."
We climbed back aboard using the stern ladder. The wind had picked up enough to raise goosebumps across Luna's skin, so we dried ourselves with boat towels and helped each other dress.
I tied the back of her cobalt bikini while she stood between my knees.
She pulled on the white cutoffs, then settled the navy cap backward over braids that were still wet but exactly where they'd started.
I put on my trunks and work shirt. My boat shoes stayed in the dry compartment until we were ready to move.
The dashboard clock had crossed midnight while we were in the water.
Luna sat beside me on the sun deck for another few minutes, one hand resting on my thigh.
"I'm bringing Kappa women Sunday," she said. "Not as decoration. Instructors and hosts. Women who can actually teach, calm nervous kids, manage a line, and make the event fun."
"You have people in mind?"
"I do. I haven't asked them yet."
"Think they'll say yes?"
Her smile turned dry.
"I'm very persuasive."
"I've noticed."
"And if Delta wants in, we do it together. One clinic. One team. No stupid house competition."
That mattered almost as much as the clinic itself.
"Brewster Bay handles signups and guest safety," I said. "You handle instructors with me."
"Partners?"
"Partners."
Luna kissed me once, slow and certain, then stood.
We secured the life jackets, skis, ropes, and SUNDANCE bag. I raised the anchor and checked the stern ladder. Luna took the helm only after every latch was closed and every loose item was stowed.
Cool air moved across our sore muscles while we finished securing the plan we'd made real.
She eased us out of the cove and opened the throttle once we reached clear water.
Rosewater's lights shimmered in the distance. My runabout waited there, still tied to the main dock.
I sat beside Luna and rested my taped hand on the bare stretch of thigh below her cutoffs. She covered it with hers for one beat, then returned her hand to the throttle.
The SUNDANCE bag leaned against the tested skis behind us.
Luna gave the boat more speed, Rosewater drew closer, and Sunday came with us across the dark.