I run my hand through her hair as she looks up from under her lashes.
She grasps my cock. I hiss with surprise at her demanding this control. She leans forward and flicks my dick with the tip of her tongue, triggering my legs to tremble from anticipation, my dick sprouting a bead of semen. Licking the dew from my dick, her actions seem to be in slow motion. The moon lights up her skin and her blue eyes look up at me desperately. It’s an image I program in my mind forever; she looks innocent, yet completely erotic.
Snapping me from my daze, she encloses her mouth around the head of my cock causing my world as I know it to explode. Bliss, it feels like pure undeniable bliss. The sensation of her warm mouth sucking my cock is remarkable. I dreamed of the day she would suck my dick, longed for the day she licked cum from the head of my cock. She bobs her head all the way down my shaft; I don’t hold back my groan as my head falls back looking up at the stars.
As much as I want to blow my load in her sweet mouth, have the taste of me on her tongue, I want her body. I close my eyes and pull out of her mouth.
“Jesus, that was,” I huff, looking for the words to explain the feeling. She smiles, and lies back on the cushions, satisfied with herself. She knows I have been wanting that forever. “Oh, no, you don’t. Get back over here,” I pant, grabbing her by the hips, pulling her back to me. I flip her over on her stomach, and rip her panties to shreds. My lips curve into a smirk as my dick pulses with the urge to come. I notice she has two little dimples right above her ass and they are fucking cute as hell.
Gliding my hand between her legs, I skim them along the opening to her pussy, finding her wet and ready for my cock. She lifts her ass into the air and mewls from my soft touch.
I rub the wetness glistening on my fingers on the head of my dick and guide myself between her legs. Finding her pussy instantly, I thrust deeply, my balls squeezing from the sensation of having her wrapped around me.
Her head flings back, causing her hair to spread across her shoulders, a curtain of blonde. I caress my hand up and down her spine as I slowly drive in and out of her. Her pussy pulses around my cock and her knees tremble against the cushions as she takes my length.
I lean down and grasp her by the shoulders, pulling her off her hands and up against my chest. I wrap one of my arms around her tits, the nipples pressed tightly against my forearm, and slide my other arm along her abdomen as I piston my hips.
Her moans vibrate through her chest against my arm, making my dick tighten. She turns her head slightly, looking at me, her breath in short spurts as I continue thrusting. Reaching up, Jessica wraps her arm behind my neck, never taking her eyes off me. The look she gives me, the way it penetrates my soul, it’s like I am the only person she sees, that nothing makes sense but the two of us wrapped around each other.
My hands glide along her curves, taking in every scar, every freckle, and perfection of her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. She leans her head on my shoulder, and moans as I continue to drive my cock into her.
I bend slightly and kiss her lips. It dawns on me while we kiss that I am not fucking Jessica, not having sex with her, but making love.
Wetness coats my cock as she constricts along my shaft.
“Bobby,” she whispers, warning me she’s close. Hearing my name on her lips causes my dick to squeeze, and my balls to obliterate with warmth.
“Bobby!” Jessica yells into the air, her body climaxing. Her nails dig into my neck and her legs widen more as she releases, allowing my dick to hit the back of her. We fall over onto the cushions, my body lying on top of hers as I pump my hips back and forth slowly.
I groan loudly into the side of her neck, the pressure spreading up my shaft and triggering me to come inside of her. After we both still, the high of sensation faltering, I fall next to her, both of us panting, taking any oxygen into our lungs that we can get.
“Looks like I am sucker for a boat and stars too,” she laughs, still panting. I roll off her and look up at the sky.
“I haven’t brought anyone out here,” I admit, making her laugh fade. “My dad used to take me out all the time. When I was younger, we would fish at night. He told me one time that he got my mother to finally agree to be more than friends by taking her out on his boat.” I pause, remembering how he was always preaching to me about how to love a woman. He had such high expectations; I never felt like I would be able to deliver what a woman deserved. “My dad told me to take a woman out at night on a boat, but not just any woman. One that meant something to me.” I turn to look at her, her face lax and her blue eyes focused on me, not giving anything away.
I turn my head and look back up at the sky.