I lean towards him, my nose lightly stroking his. “I don’t think so,” I whisper, my gaze dipping down to his lips.
It’s slow at first. The soft press of lips against lips and it feels as if he’s breathing me in. A hand comes to stroke my cheek while the other is pulling me closer. I turn my head, my mouth opening. I moan as his tongue slips inside. My hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He moans and pushes one leg open so I’m straddling his torso. I pull him down over me, moaning and gasping as the kiss grows with need. He strokes my arms, massaging my shoulders while I grind myself against him, igniting more moans from his lips. My hands play with his waistband while his travel underneath my shirt, sliding underneath my bra to fondle my breasts. My back arches and I gasp with wanton need.
I’m pulling at his shirt, but my gaze catches on the sky above me and I push myself up, suddenly very aware of where we are right now. I look around the river, wondering if anyone is watching us, but there are no other boats around.
“What is it?” Lucas breathes. He kisses my neck, mouthing it before raking his teeth down. His head nuzzles against me.
“I don’t think-” he kisses me, swallowing whatever it is I’m about to say. His hands palm my back while his tongue continues stroking me, igniting dark desires whispering insidious thoughts into my head. There’s no one around. You could have a little fun out here…
We are out in the open. What if someone sees us?
I break the kiss and press my fingers against Lucas’s mouth when he goes to reclaim them. “I don’t know if now is a good time,” I say, my gaze dipping down and blushing at the obvious tent pitched in his shorts.
He kisses my fingers, sucking on the tips for a moment and I really wonder what that tongue can do in other places. No, no, no! “Lucas,” I hiss, taking my fingers away from him.
He sighs and shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m just so turned on right now.” He motions towards his pants and chuckles. “As you can see.”
I bite my bottom lip and turn around, scooting my back closer towards him. I rub my ass against him and he stills, his head dropping into my shoulder. “That really isn’t helping,” he moans while his hands wrap around me and hold me against his chest.
“Do you think you can get off like this?” I ask, tilting my neck as he places hungry kisses on my neck.
“I think so,” he murmurs. There’s some shifting behind me and he takes my hand and presses his warm dick against my palm. Gripping his hard man flesh I blush and look around again, but no one is nearby. The angle is awkward, but it should be doable.
I stroke his tip, earning another hiss from him as he continues licking and sucking on my neck. It’ll probably leave a hickey, but the pleasure he’s giving me makes me not care about a love bite I can cover up easily. His hands rub against my groin, covered by my jeans.
I lean into him and toss my head back while his other hand slides under my shirt and towards my breasts. His fingers play with the underwire of my bra and I feel myself growing antsy as I wait for him to slip those fingers against my flesh. I hear a zipper and release as he has undone my jeans. His fingers press against my underwear and I moan, arching my back and needing more.
His lips find mine, silencing my moans as he continues stroking me up and down. I whimper as his other hand slides under my bra and against my nipple. He pinches and I gasp. I rub my ass fervently against his hard erection behind me while sliding my tongue against his. He moans and sucks his tongue while tugging on my nipple and I break away from the kiss, quickly looking around before turning my body towards him and straddling him.
Who cares if anyone sees us, I think while his fingers unbutton my jeans and pull them down, exposing my underwear to the world. I gasp when he slips inside my underwear and strokes my clit. His teeth tug up my shirt to mouth my breasts. In response, my strokes on his dick quicken. The boat rocks around us and I feel the light trickles of water splashing as he thrusts into my hand. I toss my head back as he continues ravishing my breasts with soft kisses. I nearly cry when his hand pulls away from my clit to pull down my bra, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck adamantly.
His dick throbs in my hand and as I gaze down at his dark hair I wonder what it would feel like to have him deep inside me.
But I don’t have any condoms.
I tap at his shoulder. “Lucas.” I gasp when his finger circles around my clit. “Lucas,” I breathe when he doesn’t answer me. I bite back a moan as his finger slips inside me, going in and out before he slips in another. I rock against him, meeting each thrust of his fingers. But it’s not enough. I want more.
I want him.
“Lucas,” I say while pulling him away from me. He releases my nipple, pulled taut partly by him, partly by the chill in the air. He gazes up at me
