down beside her, he stood up and tossed his own swimming trunks off and on top of the string bikini he’d bought her the first day. Since it had taken him quite a long time to convince her to wear the bathing suit outside of their hotel suite, she was surprised he was treating it so casually.
And even more surprised when he reached down to pull her up instead of coming down to join her on the very comfortable cushions. “What’s going on?” she asked, more than willing to go along with him in whatever idea he suggested. The man definitely had a creative mind when it came to making love. Not that he wasn’t very good at the basics too!
“We’re going swimming,” he said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Swimming?” she asked, blinking as she looked out around the boat. “Without a bathing suit?” Okay, so this is exactly what he’d told her they would be doing. She just needed to catch up a bit faster, she thought with a smile.
He laughed softly but pulled her over to the side of the sailboat. “Of course. Do you think the fish care if you have those tiny scraps of material over you? I promise, none will even blink.”
She had to laugh right along with him, but in all honesty, she had no idea if fish actually had eyelids to blink.
She knew she was in trouble when he stopped on the edge of the decking and wrapped his arms around her waist. With both excitement and trepidation, she pressed herself against him, wrapping her own arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and took a deep breath. In the next moment, she came up sputtering, laughing at how he’d just plunged both of them into the water. “I knew you’d do that,” she said and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
He grabbed her once again, pulling her over him so she floated on top of his length while he swam backwards. The friction of his body and the water against her skin caused her to gasp. It wasn’t the touch that got to her so thoroughly. It was more the lack of a touch. Or the swift, barely there touch. With her eyes wide open, she tried to deal with the instant, intense need that rocked her body. But she knew that he could tell what was happening within her. And the beast only increased the friction, spinning her around so that more of her skin was in contact with his while his hands were free to caress her breasts, her waist, her back.
He was a strong swimmer, but even he was affected by their activities. And after only a few minutes, he growled and pulled her closer, kissing her as he swam right back to the boat. He lifted her up out of the water and set her down on the teak platform at the end of the sailboat. “Move woman,” he growled when she just sat there wiggling in anticipation. “I need to be inside of you now.”
Since Marissa was having just as much trouble waiting, she didn’t hesitate any longer. Pulling herself up, she walked quickly to the middle of the boat but then stopped. She didn’t know where he wanted her to go. And at this point, she didn’t care. Walking right back to him as he emerged over the back of the ship, muscles bulging as he pulled himself up out of the water and making her mouth dry up with need, she raced right back to him, throwing herself into his arms.
He easily caught her, wrapping a strong arm around her tiny waist, the other hand pulling her leg up so it was wrapped around his own waist. Shifting only slightly, she felt him probe at her opening and wanted to press down onto him. But he growled once again before grabbing something out of the bag he’d brought along. He laid her down on one of the benches, then sheathed himself with the condom before coming right back to her.
Marissa was only slightly embarrassed that he was taking charge of the birth control on this adventure. But right now, she didn’t care. She needed him desperately. And when he swooped in and pressed himself into her softness, she arched against him, taking him deeper and deeper until she was filled with his incredible heat. It always took a bit of adjustment when he first entered her but she was