by Ellie Rowe
At the sound of my delighted cries, Veronica spins from where she is also watching the yacht fade away. The tension leaves her face. She finally allows herself to believe what has happened. “We did it!” she cries, throwing her arms into the air.
“We sure fucking did!”
“Whooo!” she howls at the moon.
I’m still going full tilt with the motor and the wind is wild around us, whipping at our wet hair, wet clothes. The coolness of the air against her wet shirt makes her nipples stand out clearly. Her wet shorts have ridden up and taken on the shape of her well-toned ass.
I think about my hands on that ass again. I remember the night before. My cheers stop abruptly as desire makes my throat tighten. My growing hard-on strains against my wetly clinging pants. I want her badly, and now. The thought sobers me up some. I’m not one hundred percent sure where she and I stand, after all. We had that one night, but…
I force my eyes off her body to look at the deck instead. Didn’t I decide I was going to start being a gentleman or some shit like that?
The boat slows as I let up on the motor, mindful of wanting to conserve some fuel. The wind dies down, as well.
She’s still celebrating, doing a ridiculous dance up and down the deck. From the far side of the boat she cries out, “Hank!”
Hearing her shout my name with something other than disdain makes me laugh. “Not half-bad, huh?”
“You were fucking fantastic!”
“You approve of my acting now?” I call.
“I’m your biggest fan!” she shouts and runs to me, throwing her arms around my neck.
Without meaning to, we simultaneously inhale sharply. Our breaths catch as the energy between us shifts. There’s still excitement. Just a different kind. No hiding what’s suddenly very apparent between us. I see in her eyes what she wants. And with the way she’s got herself pressed against me, she can feel my hard-on making it obvious that I want it, too.
Again as one, we let our held breath go. Our bodies sink a little more into each other.
“Well,” I say, my throat thick with desire. “I’m glad you liked my performance.”
“You deserve a reward.”
“You mean an award,” I say.
“Do I?” she asks, her own voice low and trembling.
I kiss her deeply. She presses her mouth hard against mine. My arms wrap around her waist as I press myself against her, my erection against her pelvis.
The wind kicks up again. It whips strands of her wet hair across her face. I brush them away, kissing the spots I reveal. I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her neck. She tastes of saltwater. She unbuttons her shirt for me and places my hands against her breasts. I cup them, looking and enjoying them.
She watches, too, as my fingers trace a pattern away from her breasts, around and down her back, softly gliding along her ass, then come back up along her stomach. She shudders slightly. My fingers return to her breasts and gently pinch her nipples through her bra. She arches back and gives me a naughty smile.
She shimmies out of her shorts. Her bra and panties are still wet from our escape, making them almost see-through, giving me a preview of her nipples, her neat patch of pubic hair. I explore her body with my eyes. Every inch of her is so real. It seems forever since I was able to appreciate a woman in all her God-given natural glory. The truth of her, the honesty of every inch, is intoxicating.
Veronica watches me soaking her in. For a moment I worry she’s going to be offended. Then she ogles me back, her gaze landing on my mid-section. My linen pants are taut and tenting under the power of my erection. She raises her eyebrows at me appreciatively. She’s enjoying the effect she knows she’s having on me.
With a sudden movement, she slides herself down my body, undoes my pants. I take my full, hard cock out for her. She caresses it, her fingers barely touching me, building anticipation. Then, in contrast to that gentle touch, she runs her strong tongue all along and around my shaft. The sensations combine in me for a drunken pleasure.
Then she takes me deep in her mouth. At the same time, both her hands slide up under my shirt. Her nails dig just a little into my chest. I grunt, enjoying the sharp bite of them in my flesh. She groans in enjoyment at my response, my dick still in her mouth. The sound she makes sends vibrations of pleasure running all through me.
I lean back as she sucks and teases me with her mouth and tongue. I mutter grunts and groans of pleasure. The more she senses she’s turning me on, the more she enjoys it. She plays with her rhythm, switching it up, now fast, now slow, now somewhere in between. She plays with my dick with her hands one moment, then just her tongue the next. She brushes my balls with her fingers, sending an ecstatic tingle up my spine.
She moans again around my whole cock, and I could cum right there. But I don’t want to finish, yet.
I pull her to stand and shove my tongue in her mouth. She tastes faintly of me, of sex. I go to pull her closer, to kiss her deeper, but she takes a half-step away.
She wants to show herself to me, I realize. Does she know how long it’s been since I saw a woman so authentic?
I sit on the edge of the boat and yank my shirt over my head, not bothering with the buttons. Now fully naked in the middle of the ocean, the sea air is a cool contrast to the warmth spreading through me.
Veronica undoes her bra and lets it fall. She puts one arm across her breasts, hiding them, teasing me further.
I stroke myself, enjoying the show. Maybe there’s more of a performer in her than I realized.
Keeping her eyes on my cock as I pump away at it, she turns her back to me. Slowly pulls her panties to her ankles. She steps toward the opposite side of the boat from me and kicks the underwear off her feet. Then she leans forward over the edge, fully naked herself. As she leans forward, the lips of her pussy spread for me ever so slightly.
I can’t take the teasing any longer.
Coming up behind her, I place my hands on her waist and put the tip of my cock up against her wet, full pussy. She gasps in pleasant surprise, then pushes herself onto me. I slide in hard and full, pressing myself deep, groaning as I go. She lets a similar sound escape from within her.
I go as deep as I can and pause there, letting her feel my pulsing cock as it fills her. I don’t thrust or rock. Let my just being there tease her a little, now.
She fits me so well. Like she’s just the right size to press against every inch that I have inside her. I could almost stay there like this forever. Leaning forward, I kiss her neck, lick her back. It’s salty from the spray. I gently bite her near her back ribs and she takes in a deep breath of sea air.
My fingers slide down to play with her clit. She starts to contract and release her muscles around my shaft, but I still keep her in anticipation of any movement there. Then I take her breasts in my hands, massaging them, pulling her body up into mine.
She turns her face over her shoulder and we kiss again. I slide out of her as she turns to face me. In one quick motion I’m on my knees, my lips on her pussy, my tongue penetrating her ever so slightly. Another gasp of joyful surprise from her.
Then I slow down, teasing her clit with my tongue, sliding around, tracing the outline of her wet center. I glance up and see her playing with her own nipples. I decide to switch things up. I glide my tongue up over her stomach, to her breasts. While my lips and tongue encircle each of her nipples in turn, I guide her fingers below. With my hand over hers, I feel her play with herself, making herself more and more wet.
When I think neither of us will be able to handle it much longer, I put my cock between her hands and let her slip me inside herself.
I’ve made love in a lot of exotic places. But on a hijacked pirate ship, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the ocean, miles from fuck-all-anywhere… that’s new.
The fact that it’s with Veronica makes it all the more exciting, all the more erotic.
Twenty-Three
Veronica
I’m not sure if it’s th
e elation at being free, the excitement of sex in the open air, or just Hank… but I am letting myself go in a way I never have before. If I’m being honest, I’m no stranger to the bedroom. But this electricity, this spontaneity, this ease and excitement with each movement is like none other.
I loved watching him touch himself, his big heavy palms grasping that huge stiff cock, showing me just how to do it when next I get my hands on him. He’s teased me for so long, filling me up, resting inside of me as he explored every inch of my back and ass with his mouth and fingertips. I can’t wait to make him come again
Has anyone ever looked at me that way before? The hunger in his eyes made me want to dance for him, want to move my hips in tantalizing circles like a snake for its charmer. Maybe it sounds stupid but the freedom of knowing he wants me, wants this—it makes me want to take risks, try something I’ve never done before.
I’ve got my back against the cool railing as I grasp that amazing dick and slide it inside of me. We both groan from the pleasure of contact and I hoist myself up onto the side of the boat so he has a better vantage point, wrapping my legs around him as an anchor so I don’t slip off.
He digs his fingers into my ass and I rock my hips into him, kissing him roughly and tangling my fingers in his hair. I love riling him up, so I pull a little harder and he slams me against the side of the boat with a deep thrust. I moan at the feel of cool steel against my back and he pulls his lips from mine.
“You alright there Swift?”
“Less talking, more fucking.” I crash my lips into his again and he doesn’t seem to mind shutting up. He lets me slide down until my tiptoes touch the deck before he pulls out again. He lowers his face, kissing down the length of my stomach, until he’s nibbling at my inner thigh. But I reach down to grab his chin in my hands.
He looks up at me and I swear to god I can see the moon pooling in his eyes. His gazes at me with such surprise, and adoration. And want. He lets his hands drag down the sides of my legs and I shiver involuntarily. Arching an eyebrow he slowly moves forward again to lick between my legs.
I pull his hair back this time so he’s looking up at me again.
“Follow me.” He looks surprised and his face twists into a wry smile. He licks his swollen lips and I slide around him, swishing my hips as I make my way to the cockpit. I look behind me to see if he’s following.
I watch him stand up and oh God does he look powerful. He’s silhouetted against the dark sea like a painting. Whatever action hero fitness plan they’ve got him on defies all laws of nature. I make a mental note to send a fruit basket or something to his trainer.
I’d make sure to reward Hank too for all his hard work. He looks at me with playful suspicion and I turn away and up my pace. He moves faster, stalking me like I’m his prey. The need tensed within his whole body makes me feel like his last meal. And the smile on his lips lets me know it tastes good.
I’m almost running now, and starting to laugh in fear and excitement. I hold onto my breasts with one arm as I scamper toward the cockpit. I just make my way inside, breathless from the chase when I feel him behind me.
“Gotcha!” He yells and I squeal in his arms as he thrusts me hard into him. His teeth find my earlobe before he trails kisses down my neck and for once I’m delighted to be caught. “I’ve got you now Ms. Swift” he breathes in my ear and my skin ripples into goosebumps. “Now what should I do with you?”
“I have an idea…” I say as I reach back to grasp him, letting my hand slide and rub over the tip like he demonstrated earlier.
“You’re not allowed to make demands sweetheart, you’re the one that got caught remember?” He tries to sound tough but his voice is melting like putty in my hands. Thankfully that which is actually in my hands is still rock hard.
I give him one last squeeze before I spin around to face him. I close the distance between us, letting my breasts press against him, maneuvering my core so he’s pushing against my most sensitive spot. He takes a sharp intake of air and I know he wants inside of me.
“We’ve no idea what direction we’re headed.” I muse as I let my fingertips drum up the sides of his torso. Grinding my pelvis into his, I watch him bite his lip.
“What’s that?” He licks his lips and his hands cascade down my back to crush me even harder against his hard on.
“Someone’s gotta steer this thing.” I say as I gently push him back into the wheel. He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“You wanna get practical at a time like this?” He gestures down to his mouth-watering erection and back to my naked frame.
“Just trust me on this would you?” I ask with a devilish look in my eye. He sighs but I can tell he’s intrigued. Stalking around the wheel he takes a seat behind it and makes a show of gripping it hard with both hands, staring at me meaningfully.
I slink over to him and walk my fingers between his legs.
“Well done Captain.” I lower myself in front of him.
“What is this, like, road head on the high seas—?” He doesn’t finish his sentence as I take him entirely into my mouth in one thrust. I’ve warmed up to him now and open up the back of my throat so he feels the tightness surrounding him. He lets one hand go free from the wheel to stroke my hair and neck as he moans into the night.
God I love the way he sounds. It makes me so crazy I slide him out of my mouth and stand up quickly. All night he’s kept me teetering on the edge of release. I need him inside me, and I need it now.
Hank in all his gorgeous naked glory, is at the perfect height for me to straddle him. I grip the back of the chair with my hands and stand up on the base of it, my breasts in his face. Hank devours my nipple, biting and sucking. The cool air from the ocean whisks over the wetness and I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
He lets one hand off the wheel and sticks two fingers in his mouth, letting the spit trail from his lips to his fingertips. I watch, completely tantalized as he lowers down my belly, leaving a trail of wetness before he slips them inside of me.
I grip onto his shoulders and once again marvel at how beautifully built he is. No wonder he can smash pirate skulls. He hooks his fingers inside of me and I gasp with pleasure. But when he lets his other hand go to pull me in closer, I put a hand on his muscled chest.
“Hands on the wheel, captain.” The look on his face is priceless. Has he ever been ordered around before? Something about the look he’s got makes me think he doesn’t mind it so much. He grunts and slowly pulls his fingers out of me making me shudder. The second his hands are back on the wheel I grasp onto his cock and push it inside of me.
We both moan collectively as he slams deep inside of me. I tighten around him, relishing in the fullness as I bury my face in his neck. Pulling myself up I slide him out before I bring my ass slamming back into his lap. My ass on his thigh makes a slapping sound that makes him groan with pleasure.
I arch my ass up again, letting him slide out almost to the tip before I lower back down. Over and over again I feel every inch his hardness slip inside of me. I grab onto my nipples and play with myself as I bob up and down, all the while both of his hands stay firmly on the wheel.
I let one hand trail down to my clit and I start to massage myself as I switch up my movement to grind against him. Hank can’t take it anymore and releases the wheel to explore my body. His hands glide over my torso, my ass, my neck, my hair. He wraps one arm around me and leans back further to push himself even deeper within me.
I pull his other hand up to my throat and he begins to gently squeeze as he pumps into me, my hand rubbing against my clit, the other pulling at the back of his hair. The motor is vibrating the cabin adding to the cacophony of our moans until his voice rises and I feel him release inside of me.
I squeeze my thighs against him and tighten my walls as I reach my own release, completely taken by the grip around my throat, and the immaculate view of Hank before me. He continues to move, grinding and pumping to be sure I’ve ridden out the whole of my o
rgasm.
We finally collapse against each other and catch our breath, letting the crisp ocean air wick away our sweat. Well done Captain Wilder.
Twenty-Four
Hank
Go away, sun, is the first thing I think as I begin to stir awake the next morning.
The second thing I think is how deliciously tired my body feels from the events of the previous evening.
I stretch in the increasingly warming sun, my body brushing against Veronica’s nude and sleeping form beside me. There’s something What’s this feeling I’ve got?
Oh, yes, I believe the poets refer to it as “satisfaction.”
More than just sexual satisfaction. Though, believe me when I tell you that I am feeling plenty of that. There’s also, if you’ll indulge me, emotional satisfaction. She and I connected more than bodies last night. It wasn’t just sex. At the risk of indulging in sentimentality, I will admit that it was sex that involves the body and the soul. I can’t remember the last time I made love like that.
I get up and take another stretch. Enjoy the sun against every crook and cranny of my body. Look at the two of us, stark-naked and completely on our own, surrounded by nature. Like Adam and Eve. If the Garden of Eden was a boat in the ocean.
Speaking of nature, I feel its call. I make my way around to the far end of the ship. Take a joyful piss overboard. Scan the horizon. No land yet as far as I can see.
That’s all right. More alone time for me and Veronica. I suspect there’s a few set-ups we skipped last night that we could still try in this glorified dinghy.
With a literal fricking jaunt in my step, I retrieve my clothes, pull on my pants… And that’s when I hear it.
Or, rather, don’t hear it. It being the motor. Which has stopped.
Wait a sec. We turned it off last night before falling asleep, didn’t we? We wouldn’t have left it running all night, right? I mean, we made love, we lay down in the boat, we…
