naked I am; the tops of my breasts are glistening from the moonlight, and he’s drifting closer and closer to me as we tread water together.
My heart is really rocketing now, not only from the adrenaline push from the jump, but because I can feel myself being drawn to him like stars toward a black hole. If my body were to press against his, I would feel every single hard and wet inch of him, and I’m pretty sure I would combust, fire spreading out along the glowing water.
“You’re beautiful, Sadie,” he says to me, his chin dipping into the water as he stares up at me intently through his long eyelashes.
For once, I resist the urge to laugh it off or downplay it, like I usually do when someone gives me a compliment. I don’t do anything like that, because it feels like Olivier is offering it up to me as a sign of reverence. Like it means something.
I swallow thickly, unable to say anything. I can only stare at him and the glowing water reflected in his eyes.
And then it happens.
His warm hand is at my back like a current, pulling me gently forward until my skin is brushing against his skin, and the water comes alive. One hand goes to my cheek, gripping me softly, while the other keeps us both afloat. He leans in, and it feels like whatever this is is meant to be, a cosmic dalliance, universes above and below us colliding in a sea of stars.
Another life becoming more real than the first one.
His lips press against mine, soft and slow and wet, tasting of salt and need and want. I gasp hungrily as I feel his erection press against my hip, sliding against me as my hand goes to his shoulders to hold on.
“You’re too beautiful for words,” he whispers to me, his lips brushing against mine. “None of the words in English will do. None of the words in French will do either. There is no language that can describe what I see before me.”
And I’m melting. If I weren’t holding on to his strong shoulders, I would be sinking like a stone.
But while I’m melting, I’m also firing up. Flames are building in my core, rising high, spurring a need in me like no other.
I kiss him hard, wanting so much of him at once, wanting to keep kissing him and drowning in his depths. My hands are roaming everywhere on his body as his hands do the same to mine, and we’re barely staying afloat.
But if I drowned right here, I think I’d only need his kiss to keep me alive.
I don’t know how long we make out like this, bathed in glowing water, indulging in the feel of each other for the first time, but eventually a noise brings us out of our fevered state.
We glance up to see Marcel at the side of the boat, averting his eyes. He says something to Olivier in French and then leaves to go back below deck.
Olivier nods and looks at me, giving me a lazy grin as he pushes the wet hair off my face. “We should go back now,” he says to me. “Come on.”
We swim to the back of the boat, and Olivier gets out first, and again he’s not hiding anything, but this time I’m taking it all in like the secret pervert that I am.
The man is stunning.
And he’s hung like a horse.
A French horse. Much more of an elegant-looking dick, not just large and in charge.
I can tell I’m already blushing, and I’m glad it’s dark outside.
Once he’s climbed on board, I do the same, ever so aware of my bare breasts, but, luckily, he throws me a towel so I can cover myself up before he helps me up onto the rest of the yacht.
“Let’s get dressed,” he says, grabbing our clothes, and I follow him down to the cockpit, where Marcel and the cook continue to pretend like we’re not there.
I change back into my dress in one of the cabins, smiling to myself the whole time.
It happened.
He kissed me.
And the best is yet to come.
It’s not going to end there in that moonlit water.
We’re just starting.
The boat ride back to the dock goes by both quickly and slowly. Slowly, because I can’t wait for us to be alone again in my room. Quickly, because I’m nervous. I’m afraid. Even though we were just naked in the sea with each other, this is