Page 62 of Anti-Hero (Kensingtons: The Next Generation #2)
And then she arches her back, very deliberately pressing her ass directly across my crotch. “Does someone have to steer the boat?”
“Not if you want to stay straight.”
She lets go of the wheel, turning around in my arms so she’s facing me. “’Kay. Let’s stay straight.”
Her hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. It falls, hopefully on the deck rather than into the sea, but I don’t bother to check. I’m too distracted by Collins’s fingers, tugging on the laces holding my trunks together and then curling tight around my cock.
I grunt as her hand works, dizzy from the sudden burst of sensation.
And then, as if this day couldn’t get any fucking better, she sinks to her knees and sucks me into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth.
My fingers thread through the strands that have escaped from her ponytail, glinting copper in the sunshine. The view surrounding us has nothing on the one below me.
Collins swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, swiping the slit at the tip before swallowing it slowly into her mouth again. I groan loudly when I hit the back of her throat.
“I’m going to come fast, Collins,” I warn.
She withdraws, and I’m careful to keep the disappointment off my face when her hand doesn’t replace her mouth. I don’t want her to swallow, not if she doesn’t want to. But I was craving the intimacy of her touching me when I came.
And then, after a quick scan of the clear horizon, she steps out of her shorts. Her bikini bottoms go next.
“Monty, we don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she assures me.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex since Dylan was born.
But it’s one of the first times. Between sleep deprivation, attempting to get Dylan on a normal schedule, work, and the general chaos of life, there haven’t been many opportunities that have felt right since Dr. Bailey gave Collins the all clear.
We’re more likely to fall asleep snuggling mid-show these days.
But if Collins wants to have sex? That’s another story.
I scoop her up with one arm, swearing when she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel how wet she is, the evidence of her arousal streaking against my stomach.
She giggles as I lay her on one of the bench seats, the rest of her hair escaping its elastic. I yank her tank top up, grimacing when I hear a rip .
“Kit!” she protests, but she’s still laughing.
“You can wear mine,” I promise, fumbling for the tie of her top next. It gives way more easily, freeing her breasts.
Collins moans loudly when I lick a line down the center of her chest. I focus on her left breast first, blowing on the damp stripe. She shivers and lifts her hips, seeking more contact.
“So impatient,” I tease, moving to her right boob next.
“Fuck patience,” she pants. “I want you to fuck me .”
“I’m trying to be romantic, baby.”
“Sex is romantic.” Collins squirms again, trying to create more friction between our bodies.
I kiss her hard, memorizing the sound of her sexy whimpers when I suck on her tongue. Then I sit up, spreading her knees wide so I can stare at her swollen, glistening pussy.
She swipes her tongue across her lower lip, watching me look at her, and that shreds the remnants of my self-control.
I fist my erection and line it up with her entrance.
I only press a little at first, partly as a tease, partly to make sure she’s really ready for me.
I push in an inch, and she gasps, her cunt squeezing like she’s trying to take more.
“You good?” I check.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “It feels good. Really good.”
I shove in and withdraw a few more times, fucking her with stilted thrusts to ensure she’s really ready for more than just the crown.
“Kit, I swear to?—”
The rest of her threat gets lost in a loud cry as I finally fill her the rest of the way.
I breathe deeply through my nose, trying desperately not to come instantly. The teasing wasn’t only excruciating for her. Her pussy grasps me in a tight, hot, slick fist, pulsing and clenching.
“Still good?” I ask through gritted teeth.
The sight of her spread around me … fuck.
“Yeah. C’mere.”
I settle over her, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows. Her hands run up my arms and over my biceps, settling on my shoulders.
“I won’t break. I need you to fuck me, Kit. Not like I’m a mom or someone you have soft, gooey feelings for. Pretend it’s that night in your hotel room again, when we slept together the first time.”
I grin. “I had soft, gooey feelings for you then, Collins. Did you seriously think I shared dry-cleaning tips with just anyone? Or made them a drink? Or?—”
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Stop talking.”
My grin stays in place as my hand runs down her rib cage. I stretch even lower, finding her knee and settling it over my hip. “So, you don’t want me to tell you how tight you are? How fucking incredible you feel?”
“That’s allowed,” Collins pants.
She’s fluttering around me like crazy now, her thighs trembling. All her tells that she’s close to coming.
I want to savor this, but I’m rapidly reaching a point where lasting isn’t an option.
I imprint it all in my memory. The smell of the salt air. The white vinyl we’re lying on, warm from the sun. Collins spread out under me, wild hair and pink lips and heaving chest.
I fuck her hard and fast, just like she asked for. A rapid rhythm that’s edging into recklessness. A total loss of control.
I can still be rash. Immature and impulsive. All those traits Collins used to walk away from. But I think she needs them. I think they’re the reason she’s on this boat, trusting me to take care of her.
She comes with a sudden cry, calling out my name. The wind whisks that away, too, but not until I’ve heard how much she loves coming on my cock loud and clear.
I fuck her through her orgasm, then finally allow myself to let go.
We lie still and sated, both breathing heavily. I need to get up, check the sails and rigging and get Collins something to clean up with, but my body has no interest in moving yet.
“Isn’t sailing fun?” I kiss her chest before pulling out and sitting up.
Collins sits up, too, a serious look on her flushed face. “I want to jump in.”
I raise an eyebrow, reaching for the compartment where the clean towels get stored. “Now?”
“Now,” she confirms. “You can slow the boat, right? Or stop it?”
“I mean, yeah …” I’m torn on how to react.
Part of me is as thrilled as when she suggested sailing.
But that felt like a first step toward getting her comfortable on the ocean.
I wasn’t anticipating it going so well that she’d decide to fully conquer her fear mid-trip.
“Scale of one to ten, how much do you want to do this? Because you could wade in at the shore or something, and we could come out here again?—”
“Ten,” Collins states confidently.
“Okay.” I pull out a towel and toss it toward her. Although, if she’s swimming, that’s not really necessary.
I yank my trunks on and walk over to the main boom, adjusting it so it’s pushed against the wind and we’re backwinding. Water laps against the sides, audible over the dwindling breeze.
Collins is peering over the edge, her bikini back on.
“Come back to the stern. That way, you’ll be close to the ladder.”
“Okay,” she says, following me.
I glance at her. “Want a life jacket?”
Collins shakes her head. “I’m a good swimmer,” she promises. “It’s just been a while since I swam in the ocean.”
When we reach the rear of the boat, she reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’ll jump in with me, right?”
“Of course. If the boat drifts away, we’ll just swim back to shore.”
She casts me a half-exasperated, half-concerned look. “It’s barely moving.”
“I know. Boat will be here. You ready?”
Collins glances at the wavy surface, then to me. She’s wearing the necklace and earrings I gave her, the diamonds glinting almost as brightly as the red in her hair. “I love you, Kit. ”
I tug her to me, planting a firm kiss on her lips. “I love you too.”
She jumps first. But I’m right beside her.
Exactly where I always want to be.
THE END
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