Page 44 of The Girlfriend Game
Twenty-One
Zeke
Kendall has captivated me in a way no other woman has ever done before.
Now that we’re back on the boat, after an enjoyable morning out on the water and touring the area, I want to finish what we started earlier with that explosive kiss. One taste wasn’t enough to douse this fire burning inside of me. It drove me to distraction, and I couldn’t get back to the boat fast enough.
I stand behind her as she navigates through Liberty Bay, the Kitsap Peninsula on one side of the boat and Bainbridge Island on the other. Surrounded by the Olympic and Cascade Mountains and the crystal blue waters, I’m once again awestruck by the breathtaking beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
But it doesn’t hold a candle to the beauty right in front of me.
“So, what you’re saying is you don’t trust me? Not even a little tiny bit?” I tease, egging her on about my request for her to hand over the wheel and let me navigate.
She snorts. “Not a chance. You know how long it took for my dad to givemepermission to take his boat out on my own?”
“No. How long?”
“Last year. It was his gift to me on my thirty-fourth birthday! Can you believe it?”
With her cinnamon-toffee colored hair pulled back in a ponytail and her head covered in a hat, it leaves the silky skin of her neck exposed. I chuckle, skimming the length with my fingers before kissing a path down the long expanse. My eager dick thrums inside my shorts, enjoying the sensation of her shiver.
Unable to resist, I continue kissing along the crook of her neck, sucking playfully as she angles her head to the side, the invitation for more.
And I give her just that.
“Maybe I can do something for you that will inspire your trust,” I murmur against her flesh, indulging in the simplicity of the newfound sensation of just kissing Kendall. Enjoying the experience of being with this new side of Kendall. Taking it one step further than we were before I left for Atlanta.
She hums a note of pleasure. “Oh, yeah? What might that be?”
“I can’t just tell you,” I argue, nibbling the sensitive skin beneath her ear, inhaling her intoxicating scent that has my erection pulsing for action. “I’ll have to show you. Will you let me?”
Since she’s literally in the captain’s seat and we’re in open water, I don’t want to push things too far. I had no expectations of getting laid today, but if she lets me, I’m more than happy to get her off. Taking it slow, but letting her decide how far and fast we go.
“Yes.”
It’s the most beautifully exhaled reply I’ve ever heard.
When we returned to the boat, Kendall went down below and changed into her bikini. I was already wearing a pair of swim trunks, in the event we wanted to hop in the water later this afternoon. Knowing she only has a bikini on underneath the T-shirt cover-up does crazy things to my imagination.
Splaying my fingers over her belly, the tops of my thumbs brush at the underside of her breasts, my fingers meeting the bottom of her T-shirt. As I press my lips to the top of her head, I lazily toy with the shirt, drawing circles along her abs, dipping every now and again into the crevice of her lap.
Kendall stirs in her seat with every movement of my hand; the slide of my fingers sweep down her belly and over her thighs, returning on the journey up toward her breasts. Teasing her relentlessly while turning my cock into stone.
Her nipples pebble hard under her T-shirt as my fingers pluck and flick the stiff peaks. It takes an enormous amount of strength to go this slow, to keep it on a low gear and avoid taking things too fast. I have a tendency, once I know what I want, to act impulsively; act without thought when I’m caught up in the moment.
I’ve promised myself I’d take this slow. We’ve spent all this time becoming intimate in an entirely different fashion than I’ve ever experienced before with a woman, and I want to enjoy the journey. Learn what she likes. How she likes it. What makes her lose all of her careful control.
In my exploration, I lift the edge of her T-shirt, my knuckles skimming along the warm skin of her stomach. I burrow underneath, gently feathering up to the swell of her breasts, her body quivering under my ministrations as her back arches in search of more.
I nibble at her neck, peppering her with open mouth kisses, dragging my tongue along the taut skin there until she turns her head, and we find each other’s mouths. Our kisses are soft and slow, my tongue mimicking the circular motion of my hands as they slowly climb and descend her belly until I can’t take it any longer and I touch her breast.
She jolts at the touch, my palms cupping the perfect swells of her tits. I untie the knot behind her neck, the bikini top falling as her breasts pop free. Slipping the T-shirt over her head, I return my hands to caress and massage, flicking the hardened nipples and gently stroking as my mouth moves back to suck at her neck.
My lust is painful and demanding. I duck my head, licking up her jaw to her ear. She tastes so good and my cock surges against my zipper.
“Are we at a place you can drop anchor?” I ask, my breath tickling her ear. “I want my mouth between your legs.”
As if she forgot she was still manning the boat, Kendall bolts upright and glances around. We’re in the middle of open water without a boat in sight. She nods, hitting a few buttons on the motor board, the engine quieting and the boat slowly rocking in an uneven pitch from the waves and current.
