Page 92 of Until Then

When his mouth leaves my pussy, I whimper at the loss. The sound is cut off, though, when he gently sinks his teeth into the inside of my thigh, eyes on mine.

What does he see when he looks at me? Is he as far gone as I am? Does he want me as badly as I want him?

“Turn around. Arms on the edge of the boat, knees on the bench.”

My heart jumps in my chest. “I?—”

“Do it.”

I don’t have to be told twice. As much as I love the sight of Derrick between my thighs, this is somehow even better. There’s a single vessel in the distance, but it’s far enough away that they’re not a worry.

With one forearm braced against the fiberglass edge of the boat, I slip my free hand down and brush my fingers over my clit.

Almost immediately his mouth is gone, and I’m hit with nothing but warm late-summer air.

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”

“No, but?—”

He smacks my bare ass, startling me. “Then what made you think you could?”

“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head forward. “This side of you is so hot.”

“You like it when I boss you around?” he asks, caressing the heated flesh he just marked with his palm.

“Only in bed,” I quip, looking back at him.

Heat floods me at the sight. He’s in my favorite position—on his knees.

“Or,” I breathe out, “boat, I suppose.”

He grasps my butt cheeks and spreads them, then rubs his thumb against that forbidden place.

Licking his lips, he homes in on my face. “I bet you’d even let me fuck this pretty ass if I wanted.”

“I-I would.” The words are shaky, not because I’m scared, but because I want anything and everything with him. “I’ve never done it before.”

“Me either, and we’re not doing it today, so don’t get any ideas.”

“But one day?” I find myself asking, wiggling my hips, once again searching for friction.

“Yeah, baby. One day. If you want to.”

I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, he licks and sucks at my already sensitive flesh, pulling nothing but a desperate cry from me.

Without my permission, my hips roll against his face, and he groans in appreciation. I want to turn around and watch him more than anything, but I do as I was told and keep myself braced against the edge of the boat.

The watercraft I spotted when we started has crept closer and it’s still on the move.

“Derrick”—his name is a strangled breath—“boat. There’s a boat coming.”

He pauses long enough to say, “Then you better come fast.” Then he slides two fingers inside me and sucks on my clit.

At the pleasure that jolts through me, I nearly collapse on the bench. My heart races from both the pleasure and the anticipation of the approaching vessel.

As they get closer, so do I. When they’re close enough that I can make out the man at the helm, Derrick tightens his hold onmy butt cheeks, keeping me from diving down and hiding. Thankgodhe didn’t remove my top.

The boater lifts his hand and waves as he slowly cruises by. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

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