by Jessie Cooke
Once her fingers were working on her pussy, she slid her left hand up and cupped one of her breasts. She squeezed it and massaged it while her fingers slid in and out of her hot pussy. She found the nipple and began to pinch and pull at it and she pictured how Alex looked just a few minutes ago, sucking and licking them. She began to moan and she pulled her legs all the way up on the bed, digging the heels of her shoes into the comforter. Her legs were spread wide and Alex should be getting a good view from up top. She shivered at the thought of him up there watching her. She wondered if he was touching that beautiful cock. She shivered again, not from the cold but because of how hot that visual was. She wanted to watch him get himself off. She wanted to watch his stroke his own rock-hard cock. She opened her eyes and she could see him, looking down at her through the open skylight. His right hand wasn't visible, but she was pretty sure she knew what he was doing.
With her fingers still moving in her pussy and in a breathless voice she said, “Why Mr. Romaletti, what are you doing up there? Are you watching me?”
“Yeah,” Alex's soft, sexy voice floated down. “I'm watching you, sexy.”
“You're bad Mr. Romaletti. Are you touching yourself while you watch me?”
“Oh yeah. You're so sexy.”
“You're so bad, spying on me like this…but oh,” she moaned and sighed. “I can't stop Mr. Romaletti, so I guess you're going to get yourself a show.”
“Nice,” he said in a strangled voice. She still couldn't see it, but she knew he was rubbing that hard cock.
Light beads of sweat formed on her body and her breathing became more ragged as her fingers began moving faster and the hand that was squeezing her tits began to slide all over her body. When she reached her pussy, with her right hand still fingering herself, she used her left to find her engorged clit and begin rubbing it in circles while she fucked herself. She had her eyes half open and she saw Alex stand up. She was looking at him now as if he was standing right above her with his legs spread and his hand shoved down in those little shorts. “Are you touching yourself Mr. Romaletti? You bad man! Is your cock hard from watching me?” She slid her fingers out of her pussy and ran them up her body until she reached her breasts again. She painted one of her nipples with the moisture from her fingers and then she brought them to her mouth and licked off the rest. She brought her left hand up and did the same and then with both hands, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, letting out a loud whimper as she did. Opening her eyes wide she said, “Let me see what you're doing.”
Alex didn't say a word, he just pushed the shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. That hard cock with the orange cock ring now tight around the base came into view. He wrapped his hand around it and she could hear him groaning as he stroked up and down it. Isabelle moaned and spread her legs even wider, moving her hands back down and playing with her clit again. She pressed down on it, rubbed it, pinched it and then she brought her hips up off the bed and reached over to the pillow where she'd lain what she took out of the bag. It was a big, fat dildo, in the same bright color as the ring Alex was wearing around his cock. She didn't waste any time. She was soaked and she needed relief. She shoved the thick dildo into her sopping pussy and as she moaned, she heard Alex groan up above her. She smiled up at him as she moved her hips and her hand and fucked herself with the dildo. She could hear him moaning and breathing heavily and the faster she fucked herself, the faster he stroked his cock.
Isabelle could feel her orgasm getting close. She pulled the toy out of her pussy and rolled over on her belly. She heard a loud groan from above her again as she rolled over onto her belly and then got up on all fours on the bed. She arched her back and with her right arm underneath her and her right hand still holding the big dildo, she lay her face down into the pillow. She reached up and began to rub the wet toy all over her pussy from one end of her slit to the other. She ran it across her ass cheeks and back down to her clit. She rocked her hips up and down and Alex groaned louder above her. She had her eyes closed and she was picturing Alex, standing behind her and shoving that big cock in and out of her pussy, burying himself so deep that his hips slammed into her ass each time. She cried out as the first waves of the orgasm hit her and she heard him say,
“That's it beautiful, come for me. I'm up here watching you. My cock is so hard for you. I want to shove it so deep in that wet pussy.” Isabelle cried out his name and her eyes rolled back in her head. A screech escaped from her chest when she came, all over that big orange dildo, and her hand. She rocked on her knees until the shock waves began to recede and then she let the toy slip out of her hand and she straightened her legs and dropped down flat on the bed. She lay there, enjoying the gentle rocking of the boat and the soft sounds of the water as it lapped against it, catching her breath and wondering if Alex was still watching her. When she could finally breathe again, she rolled over and looked up. Alex was gone and as she pushed herself upright, she heard the sounds of the engine and the rocking of the boat turned into actual motion. They were moving again…what the heck?
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Alex felt strange, standing at the wheel, completely naked and still aroused, and he probably looked even stranger to Izzy when she came up a few minutes later with a sheer little white robe on and nothing else. Jesus she looked hot. He thought about watching her orgasm a few minutes ago and a shudder ran through him. She was the hottest woman on the planet…and she was his.
“Hey,” she said with a smile. “Where are we going?”
“I'm sorry if I'm messing up your plans, but another yacht was sailing pretty close to us. There's a beautiful spot not far from here that I want to show you anyways.”
She walked around behind him and wrapped him up in her arms, laying her face against his back. That simple touch caused his cock to surge with even more blood and with the ring on, it was slightly painful. “You're definitely not messing anything up.”
“Your little show was the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he told her. She giggled and said,
“I'm glad you liked it. You want me to open the champagne?”
“There's champagne?”
“Of course. It's your birthday.” She kissed the skin of his back and said, “I'll be right back.”
“Maybe you could grab my robe,” he said, “just in case the Coast Guard comes by.”
She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. Her eyes ran down his body and lingered on his cock. “I'll bring it up,” she said at last, “but you can't put it on unless we see someone getting close, okay?”
“Yes Mistress,” he told her with a wink. Isabelle giggled again, and he watched her go down the stairs. So fucking hot.
She was back quickly with a bottle of champagne, a corkscrew and two glasses. She put her hand on the wheel and said, “I'll hold onto this for a second while you open it.” Alex wished she was holding onto something else, but he told himself to be patient. He took the bottle out of her hands and used the corkscrew to loosen the cork. When it was just a fraction from the top, he used his thumb and let it shoot up into the air. Champagne flowed over the sides of the bottle and Izzy leaned over and ran her tongue down the side of it, licking up the foam. The sight of that sent a jolt of electricity through him that her body wasn't ready to handle. He had to reach out and hold onto the wheel to keep his knees from going out from underneath him.
“Jesus baby, you're going to kill me.” She smiled sweetly and held out the glasses. Alex filled them both and then took the wheel back with one hand and held his glass up with the other. “To my best birthday ever,” he said.
She tapped his glass with hers and said, “And to many, many more to come.” She stood next to him and they sipped their champagne while he steered the yacht toward a private spot in the bay he came sometimes. It was secluded and a small island, surrounded by lush greens sat in the center of it. Once they were close to the island, Alex dropped the anchor. With the engines off again and a light breeze blowing, they looked out across
the horizon at the lights of the city way off in the distance and sipped their champagne. It was like they were the only two people in the world.
After a while Izzy said, “This place is so beautiful.”
Alex nodded. “It's my private place. It's where I come when things over there,” he cocked his head toward the city and said, “get too much for me. I just drop anchor and sometimes sit here for hours and clear my head.”
“So, I'm intruding on your most private spot?” she said with a small smile.
Alex leaned down and kissed her lips. With his hovering close to hers still he said, “I've never met a person I wanted to share it with, before now. Now, it's our most private place.”
Isabelle set her glass down behind her and then took Alex's out of his hand and put it next to hers. She slid her arms up around his neck and he bent down and kissed her again. The kisses started out slow and tender. Alex explored every inch of her lips with his before slowly sliding his tongue in the seam and finding hers. Their bodies rocked together in a slow dance while they explored each other's mouths. Then out of the blue, something came over him and the soft, slow kisses were just not enough. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, somewhat roughly. His mouth went to her neck and her began to suckle and bite at it. Izzy whimpered and moaned, and his lips slid down to her shoulders where he kissed and nibbled his way across from one side to the other, pausing to bite her neck in between. She was moaning by the time he made it back up to her mouth and this time he kissed her hard. It was one of those hot kisses that you wish could last forever, and just before Alex was forced to break it so that they could breathe, he untied that little robe she had on and let it fall to the deck. She'd taken off the thong, but she still had those sexy shoes on, strapped around her delicate ankles.
He pushed her back against the railing and bent down to take one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked it all the way in, played with her nipple with his tongue and then bit down on it, playfully. Izzy grabbed his head and pressed his face in harder. He sucked harder and bit down on her nipples, causing her to cry out slightly. He used his thigh to push her legs open and then his hand was finally in that drenched pussy. He ran his fingers up and down her slit and she leaned back into the railing, using her hands to hold herself up as he began to manipulate her hard clit with his thumb. She was moaning and she had her head tossed back with her hair blowing over the side of the boat in the breeze. He almost wished he had a picture, or video of her like this. It was almost too hot to not save…but he reminded himself that this wouldn't be the last time they'd come here…they had forever and he intended to enjoy every second of it…with her.
Izzy's cheeks were bright red and her breaths ragged as he gradually intensified the pressure on her clit and began rubbing it faster and harder. She was whispering his name and saying, “Oh God. Oh Fuck. Oh yesssss!” It didn't take her long until he felt her whole body seize up and she nearly doubled over with pleasure as the second orgasm of the night crashed through her. Alex's cock was engorged and watching her come again was almost too much for him to take. Even his heart felt engorged to the max as her mouth fell open and her eyes glazed over and her fingernails practically pierced his skin where she was gripping onto his shoulders. He gently worked her through it and when it looked like she was coherent once again he said,
“I'm going to lift you up, okay?” She looked confused but nodded. Alex lifted her, he hadn't wanted to sit her on the railing without making her aware of where she was. He sat her butt down on the top rail and said, “Hold on baby.”
She reached down beside her and gripped onto the rails with her hands. She was almost at eye level with him…at least her pussy was. He bent slightly and began licking the juices off her inner thighs. “Oh fuck,” she said, as he worked his way up to her puffy lips and began to lick there. She shivered when he licked down her sopping-wet slit and when the slipped his tongue up inside of her she cursed again and nearly fell backwards. Alex had a hand behind her, holding her in place so she wouldn't fall, and he began moving his tongue in and out, fucking her with it. Isabelle squirmed and whimpered until her movements were so much that he was afraid she'd slip out of his grasp and fall overboard. He stood back up straight and licked her lips. She licked his back and then licked all around them, cleaning her own juices off his face. Then she grabbed him roughly by his hair and shoved her tongue into his mouth. They shared another hot kiss before she held onto his shoulders and slid down to the deck on her feet. With shaky legs, especially in six-inch heels, she almost looked like a baby deer as she turned her back to him. She gripped onto the railing and pointed her butt in his direction. Alex put his hands on it, running them in circles over each cheek and then slapping each one lightly.
“You want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“So bad…so fucking bad,” he said.
She moved her hips back and forth and said, “Tell me how bad.”
He reached down and touched his cock. It felt like it was on fire. In a strangled voice he said, “Right at this moment I want to fuck you and come inside that tight, wet pussy worse than I have ever wanted anything in my entire thirty-seven years of life. As a matter of fact, I might just die if I don't get to do it soon.”
“Mm, well, we can't let you die.”
“I hope not,” he said, letting his cock slap into her ass.
“Ooh! I like that,” she said.
“Do you?” He lifted his cock and slapped her with it again and again.
“Rub it between my legs,” she said.
Alex put it between her legs, but before he could run it down her slit, she closed her thighs and trapped him. He groaned as the pressure surrounded his cock and he started moving, sliding it in and out between her wet thighs. “Oh baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“What did you wish for, Alex?”
He chuckled. “I can't tell you.”
“You can tell me anything,” she whispered, “but you don't have to. If you want to fuck me though…”
“I wished for this,” he said. “I wished for this for the rest of my life, among other things.”
“What other things?”
“I want to experience everything with you, Izzy. I want us to travel together and see the world. I want us to work together and build an empire, or two separate empires if that's what you want. I want to live in a big house with you…and I want a dog.”
She laughed. “A dog?”
“Yeah, I want a fat St. Bernard that loves to take walks with me in the morning, play with the kids in the afternoon and snuggle with you at night.”
“There's kids?”
He was stroking his cock into her round ass. He needed to come desperately, but the conversation was at least distracting him somewhat. “I hope there will be,” he said. “Do you want kids, Izzy?”
His heart swelled when she said, “I want your kids.”
“Good. I can't wait to see your belly swollen and know my baby is growing in there.”
“Will you still love me when I'm fat and pregnant?”
Alex grabbed her around the waist and spun her around to face him. He kissed her lips and said, “I'll still love you when you're a hundred and five and you can't remember my name.”
“I want all of that too,” she said, “but there's one thing you forgot.”
Breathlessly he said, “I didn't forget, I was just saving that for Sunday before we go to my parents…”
She pulled back and looked at him curiously. “Saving what?”
Shit. He was planning a big, romantic proposal and he'd blown it with his “pillow talk.” “We'll talk about it Sunday,” he said with a grin.
She laughed. “Okay, I'll give you that one since you told me what you wished for. But, your vision of our life together was missing a big piece.”
He still thought she was talking about being married when he said, “What's it missing, baby?”
“Theodore,” she said. It took Alex's head a few seconds to pr
ocess the name. He'd only ever heard her call him Theo.
“Oh! No way, I didn't forget Theo,” he said. “You know that big house I was talking about?” She nodded, and he said, “Theo has his own room.”
The kiss he got for that was one to rival all kisses and then she took him by the hands and led him over to the bench seat. She nudged him down on it and then she opened her legs wide and slid onto his lap. She didn't even use her hands, she just positioned herself until his cock was pressing into her and she impaled herself on it. She put her knees up on the bench on either side of him and as he held onto her, she used them to push herself up and down on his cock, riding him like a cowgirl on a stallion. Her tits bounced in his face and his cock bottomed out in her with each thrust. Alex had been holding his orgasm all night and when it finally came, he put his head back and growled up at the starry sky. He was gripping onto her so tightly as he came that his hand prints would probably be left imprinted on her skin…but fuck…it was amazing. Somehow, she made each time feel like the first and even though he truly believed each time that it couldn't possibly get any better…she was continuously proving him wrong.
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“I might throw up.” Izzy was sitting pressed up against the passenger door with the window of the Maserati rolled all the way down. Poor Alex was probably freezing, but he wasn't complaining, and he wasn't laughing at her, yet…so she was thankful.
“Baby, my parents are the least intimidating people in the world.”
She nodded, slowly, because the motion made her more nauseous. “I'm sure they are. But, I've never done this before.” Isabelle woke up Sunday morning with a smile on her face. She'd been reliving their weekend in her dreams, and it was wonderful. She wished that Alex had a birthday every weekend. Then suddenly thoughts of meeting his parents struck and the waves of nausea started rolling through her…and Theo became collateral damage as she made a mad dash for the bathroom. She apologized to him when she got there, but all she got was a haughty meow in reply. As she sat on her knees in front of the porcelain toilet she couldn't help but wonder…what does Alex see in me?
