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To an imaginary love.
The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down the dock. A few glasses of wine
at a local pub, a smiled thank you and we are walking to board "Cut the Mustard". There's nobody else around. The seagulls call out in the humid air, a warm breeze beckons. The boat is a beauty. "Cut the Mustard," whose lines say William Tripp.. She's stout and smells of the sea. She's well-found and capable or anywhere on the deep blue sea. She'll take good care of Jessica B. You're smiling at me with that teasing, knowing grin, shaking your head. I smile back, but you know that smile. It's dangerous, and you start to step away. I'm too quick, even for a track star. I snag a hand around those lovely, strong curves of yours and stand tall. I pull you close. I feel your hands on my shoulders, but you yelp as they slip off. No questions, no pause; I kiss you hard, both arms wrapped around you. Bodies together from head to toe. I want you. You can feel it in my lips. In my hands. You can feel it in my body, pressed against yours. You can see it in my eyes as I pull away and look at you. Desire. Passion. Lust. Fulfillment. Suddenly, I hear the shuffling of an interloper coming up the dock behind us. I push you away, still holding your hand as you collect yourself, catch your breath. "Hey, what's happening?" The newcomer has an awkward moment when she realizes that she probably interrupted something. I smile back and nod. "Hi, JM. Could you get us some ice." She goes. I ask you to stand in front of me. The contrast is enormous, but I catch a perfect outline of you framed against blue sky. A strand of soft hair is blown above your cheek, and your damp shirt clings to your body. You are turned slightly, just enough for the soft outline of the nipple to be barely pointed out against the light coming to attention, the curve of your hips just as inviting. Definitely a private photo op just for you and me. It's hot! It's hot all around. The sweat is beading on my arms and it looks like you're no better off. I walk behind you onto the deck. I can taste your sweat on my lips still, a little salty. You stop at the companionway, looking forward. Nobody is behind me. I step directly behind you. By the time you realize it my arms are already wrapped around you. I cup your breasts in both hands as I kiss the back of your neck, nuzzle your hairline. A moment's surprise gives way to sudden arousal, and I hear your pulsed exhale as you push back against me. I whisper in your ear, "We could get caught. JM is down the dock getting ice." "We could...ooh!" I caress your nipples as you reply, and you clap your hands over mine. "Ohhhh... stop it." You're strong, though, and quickly turn to face me, shaking your head. You don't step away, though. My fingers trace the top of your shorts in the small of your back and then hold your back as I lean forward and kiss low below your chin. A little higher, a little higher. Your lips are so perfect and wet and open . . . Your shirt is in the way but I still feel your body against mind. Your head is back as I kiss your neck, so smooth and lovely and sweet. I kiss your neck softly, then nibble and you're suddenly unsteady in my hands. The breeze stirs your hair as I kiss you, slowly, just feeling your body. Your eyes are closed. Your breath is steady and deep as you hold me. Your eyes open and you look at me. Too wide! You pull away suddenly, and I am caught by surprise. You slip away, and demure. I step towards you once, quietly. Your back is against the bulkhead, hands flat against the wood. I put my hand out, slowly, palm up. Your hand comes off the wall, slowly. Hands closer. Touch. Electricity. Fingers intertwine. I pull your hand, hard and you pull into me. The collision knocks the breath out of you. You are heavy in my hands as I step forward and push you against the wall as I kiss you, hands pulling, holding. Hot. Then release and roaming! I slide fingers beneath your shorts and find your panties. A slow slide, and both to your ankles. A moment's consciousness lets me take them off without ripping them. Your eyes are open now, wide, watching me. I'm a few inches away, still for a moment. I reach out, and hold your head lightly, softly around your ears guiding you to me as I kiss you again. I want you. My lips demand from you, my hand lifts you shirt. I'm still kissing you, a little gentler as I circle your breasts with my fingers. My palm feels aroused nipples Circle, roll, press! I smile as your hips respond, pressing against mine. Your eyes are closed, your head back against the wood behind you. "Oh god...." You can feel me ready, hot against your leg. You press against me as I gently bite your neck. I push you back up against the bulkhead, forcing your legs apart with mine. Hands on your hips, I lift you up. I'm holding you off the floor, pressing. Your hips roll in my arms. Skin on skin. I feel your heat. I smell your arousal. You're wet, ready. I slide a little, back and forth, feeling your arousal, hot and wet. Pushing, sliding; close, but not quite the right angle. You are watching me, wonderful, wide eyed openness. In a moment, I lift you and catch just inside. Your breath gasps a moment at the sensation. I lean forward and kiss you, as I slide in, out a little, in more, a little more. Sliding, deeper, out, then deeper. I am holding your hips to me as I stand a little, pressing bone to bone now. Your heart is pounding, your hair has loosened. I pull your hair loose, and your hair falls down around your face. I hold your head and hips to me. Your are almost limp in my arms, writhing, pulling me closer, deeper. Slow, and hard. Out, teasing, just a little in, in and out. I'm savoring this moment. The smell of you, the smell of us. Your hair is wet and tousled. The sweat beads on your face, your eyes closed in desire, as if in concentration. I push slowly, feeling you, feeling the soft, silky wetness. I'm alive, I'm holding you, sharing, giving, taking. Harder now. Your legs are wrapped around mine, your fingernails press into my back. It smarts, and the pain wakes a fire. I nip your shoulder, and take you. It's hot in here, unbearably hot. My shirt is off in a moment. Skin on skin, wet, sliding heat wet with desire. My hands hold you up as we make love, harder, faster, taking. You're moaning, high pitched, pulling me closer, fingers clutching my shoulders. I growl. Deep, strong. You're mine. You can feel me, moving faster. The urgency in my hips, in my shoulders as I pull you closer. You feel it close, hot, wet . . . Closer. My voice is low and rumbling as I push into you. I hold you tight to me. Feeling the pain of your nails, the grip of your legs. Feeling the need of your body. One more push. One more. Once again ... and pulse! You feel me. Warmth. Wet. Heat! White fire. Pulsing, clenching, breath ... breath! Breath. Air. Shhhhh... I'm holding you, moving a little in you, smiling, as you open your eyes. I kiss you again, slowly, just holding you in my arms. I bend down and kiss your nipple, erect and sensitive. We swoon. |
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