Page 78 of Comeback
A glimmer of knowing settled in his pretty eyes. “Aah.”
I lightly raked my fingernails across his taut tummy, making it obvious what Ireallywanted from him.
“How’s that sound?” I teased.
I didn’t have to say another word. Jack put up his fishing rod in a hurry and told everyone we were heading back. He turned the boat around and sped back to the boat house, and we dropped everyone else off at home.
***
A thick sheet of clouds had rolled in and blanketed the sky. The clouds were ruffled, as if someone had dragged a giant comb through them. The blood-orange sun splashed the clouds’ underside with brilliant streaks of orange and purple.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, watching the sun disappear one small sliver at a time.
Jack held me in his strong arms as we watched the sunset from the stern of his boat.I felt so comfortable and secure in his arms. I wished he could hold me forever, that he never let me go.
He squeezed me tight. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, nipping at the nape of my neck.
I giggled. “Cheeseball.”
“I’m serious.”
I turned and kissed him over my shoulder. He spun me around, wrapping his manly hands around my waist, and kissed me deeper. While our lips were locked, the rest of the sun vanished from the sky. The air cooled, and goosebumps dotted my flesh. I shivered.
“Cold?” Jack asked. “Ready to head back?”
Such a sweet guy,I thought.He really wasn’t expecting anything but to watch the sunset with his girl.
But I had other machinations.
“Not yet,” I said, sneaking a hand to his crotch. Gently, I stroked his bulge, and he quickly grew in the palm of my hand.
“That feels good.” He sighed with pleasure. “But … you don’t have to do that, you know.”
“I know. I want to. I’m ready, Jack.”
He smiled handsomely. “Yeah? You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
Without another word, Jack lifted me off my feet. I squealed as he threw me over his shoulder and hauled me below deck like a caveman. He kicked the door to his stateroom open and tossed me into the bed. He stood at the foot of it to admire me.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gorgeous, Emma.”
“I’m yours,” I said. “Come and take me.”
Jack ripped off his shirt. The rippling muscles of his taut torso clenched as he crawled onto the bed and pounced on top of me. He kissed me ravenously, pent-up frustration pouring through his plump, hungry lips …
With a swipe of his hand, my bikini top was torn over my head and tossed aside. I squealed as he did the same thing with my bikini bottom. Jack kicked off his trunks and laid on top of me, his long and hard cock resting against my folds.
Now that our clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, he wanted to take his time with me. Gently, he kissed me again—his lips sweetly, tenderly massaging mine. Our bodies writhed together as we kissed, learning to move as one for the first time.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered into my ear, which only made me feel wetter.
His cock grew impossibly harder, pumping and sliding between my slick folds, teasing me. I wanted him inside me so bad …
“You’re so hard,” I told him, as I nibbled on his earlobe.
Jack set his tip at my entry. He was so big and hard and hot. Ineededhim.
