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I reach around and unfasten her jeans button, yank the zipper down, reach inside. I place my hand over her mound. I’m so jacked up I can barely see straight but I have to take this slow. Can’t just dip inside.
“I want you.”
“This is crazy,” she says.
I clasp her hip with my left hand and curl the pointer finger of my right hand, dragging over her soft, hot, panty-covered flesh just to see how she responds.
The waves knock the boat into gentle rocking as we creep toward the shore. My finger slides down toward her slit. She gasps.
I can feel her wetness throug
h cotton.
“I want to slip inside you. Not my dick. My finger.”
I hear her exhale in a rush and I lift the elastic of her panties. I slide my hand inside—palm rough against her velvet skin. My finger strokes over her puffy flesh, glides into the silky moisture of her slit. She sags against me.
“Hate you…”
I glide my fingertip through the wetness, stroking down toward her core. She rocks against me, gasping. I cup her, placing my thumb over her clit, urging my middle finger down, inside.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Fuck,” she echoes.
I curl my finger brushing her G-spot; I gently rub my thumb over her clit. “I want to taste you. I would love to taste you.”
“I’d…hate that!”
“I want to see you hate it. Turn around. Like this.” I drag my hand out of her, guide her hips so she’s facing me. Her mouth hangs slightly open as I work her jeans and panties to her knees; I’m thrilled to find her just as brilliant red as I had hoped.
“So beautiful.”
I run my finger over her tight curls. I part her lips with reverence, inhaling deeply her sweet scent. I touch my mouth down on her as my finger finds its way inside. She sinks onto me. I balance her on my arm and guide her to the boat’s floor, where it’s damp with sea spray.
I move my finger in and out. With the tip of my tongue, I trace her up and down.
“Oh fuck! Oh God!”
“Come for me. Take your time, but you will come for me.”
I slide a second finger in. She’s lying down now, face toward the sky, legs spread. She tastes sweet, and I devour her like island fruit.
“Oh God… Oh no… Yes. Oh…fuck… Oh yes.”
Her hips rock up to meet my mouth. My tongue rolls gently, softly over her.
“That feels so good.”
I push my fingers in as far as they will go.
“So full…” she gasps.
I’m not surprised at all when she jerks her hips up off the floor and comes with a guttural shriek.
But I’m shocked that I come with her.
Chapter Four
