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I could taste the sea salt on her lips as her body pressed against mine on the narrow bench of the boat we sat on. She inched closer, and my fingers tangled in her blonde hair, pulling and tugging, digging like a man starved for more.

“I can't believe I wasted three whole days being mad at you,” I murmured against her mouth, my teeth grazing her lower lip.

Larissa laughed and nipped at my tongue playfully. “Why waste more time, then?” She moved to sit on my lap, and her ass pressed against my cock in a way that made me lose all my senses.

Her boldness drove me fucking wild. I needed her somewhere I could hear every gasp, every moan without the fear of my men overhearing us on the boat deck.

“Come here,” I growled, hooking my arms beneath her thighs and lifting her off the bench in one smooth motion. She weighed nothing to me, her body fitting perfectly against my chest as I carried her below deck.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her lips trailing fire along my jaw as she kept landing kiss after kiss, moving down my neck.

I groaned as I felt it right in my core, my body heating for a release.

“Somewhere you can scream my name out loud,” I answered, heading down the narrow staircase.

“Oh, I might just scream a lot more,” she whispered, biting into my neck. I growled and tugged at her neck with my own teeth, showing her I was ready to play. The private cabin was perfect with its large plush bed and, most importantly, a door that locked.

I kicked the door shut behind us and heard it auto-lock. The room was dark, but had enough moonlight for me to not bother with any lights.

Larissa's back hit the wall with a gentle thud as I pressed her against it, and my mouth found hers again, hungrier this time. Her fingers were already moving from button to button in her quest to get me naked. I helped her with the last buttons before shrugging the shirt off my shoulders.

“You’re eager, aren’t you?” I chuckled into her throat.

“Says the man who just carried me down here like his boat was on fire,” she said huskily.

“Yeah, well…” I reached for the hem of her dress and inched it up, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her creamy skin until it was completely off.

She stood before me in nothing but lacy underwear, the soft curves of her body illuminated by the moonlight. Her body ran like a racetrack, and I felt my mouth go dry. In my forty-two years of existence, I hadn’t seen a beauty like hers.

“You're staring,” she whispered and flicked my nose playfully.

“I'm appreciating,” I corrected, running my hands from the hollow of her throat to the edge of her panties. She arched her back into me as I did. “There's a difference.”

Her breath hitched at my touch, and she moved to my belt, removing it quickly. My pants followed right after, and then I lifted her again, her lace-covered breasts pressing against my chest.

I carried her to the bed and tossed her down with playful roughness. She bounced once on the mattress, her hair spreading out like a golden fan against the sheets. The sight nearly undid me.

I crawled over her, my body caging her beneath me. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” I asked, lowering my head to press my lips to the soft skin between her breasts.

She arched up, seeking more contact. “I bet you say that to every woman,” she teased.

I stopped and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. “Never,” I growled.

She smiled and leaned up, kissing me again.

My hands slid behind her back, and in one move, I had her bra off, sliding it off her arms, feeling her shudder beneath me.

Her breasts now danced free, and my eyes glazed over at the sight of those perfect, pebbled nipples. I reached for one, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking gently.

Larissa moaned, her hands flying to my hair as she held me against her chest. I shifted between both until she was squirming beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist with a force driven by what could only be hunger.

I moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach.

Her panties were such a flimsy piece of lace that I felt her wetness without even needing to take them off. I dragged them down her legs with agonizing slowness, drinking in every inch of her nakedness.

“Gio,” she breathed and clutched at my hair, urging me to move faster.

I settled between her thighs and watched her part for me. “I want to taste you,” I told her, maintaining eye contact as I lowered my mouth to that sensitive bundle of nerves.

The first swipe of my tongue had her back arching off the bed, a startled gasp escaping her lips.

I chuckled against her, the vibration making her shudder.

I took my time exploring her with my mouth, learning what made her moan, what made her fingers tighten in my hair, and what made her thighs tremble against my cheeks.

I slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them forward to find the spot that would drive her wild. When I found it, her reaction was immediate—a sharp cry, her body tensing beneath me.

“That's it,” I encouraged, continuing my assault with fingers and tongue until she was writhing on the sheets, unintelligible pleas falling from her lips. Her wetness coated my chin and my fingers, the scent of her arousal filling my senses.

When I felt her begin to tighten around my fingers, I increased the pressure, the speed. “Come for me,” I commanded against her flesh, and as if she'd been waiting for permission, she shattered. Her thighs clamped around my head, her body convulsing as pleasure swept through her.

I eased her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she caught her breath. But I wasn't nearly done with her.

I moved back up her body, taking her in a deep kiss that let her taste herself on my tongue. My cock throbbed painfully between us.

“I need to be inside you,” I growled, reaching down to guide myself to her entrance.

Larissa nodded eagerly, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Yes, please,” she whispered, and those simple words nearly broke my control.

I pushed into her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. She was impossibly tight, gripping me so tight that it was a delicious pain. When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

“Move,” she urged, her nails digging into the muscles of my back.

I didn't need to be told twice. I began to thrust, setting a rhythm that had the bed rocking beneath us. Each stroke drove me deeper, her legs wrapping around my waist to take me further.

“Fuck, Larissa,” I panted, the pressure building at the base of my spine already. It felt like it had been too long since I'd had her, and my body remembered exactly how perfect she felt around me.

Her hands traced the sweat-slicked muscles of my back, and then she clutched into my skin, her nails digging in. “Harder,” she demanded, and I complied, driving into her with increased force.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the cabin, interrupted by our shared gasps and moans. I reached between us to touch her where we were joined, my thumb circling her clit in time with my thrusts.

Something shifted in her expression—a new confidence blooming behind her eyes. With surprising strength, she pushed against my chest.

“I want to try something,” she said, and I allowed her to guide me onto my back.

She straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, and slowly lowered herself onto my length. The new angle had me seeing stars, going even deeper than before.

“Christ,” I muttered, my hands automatically flying to her hips.

Larissa smiled down at me, taking her pleasure from my body. She began to move, finding her own rhythm, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each rise and fall.

I reached up to cup them, rolling her nipples between my fingers as she rode me. With my other hand, I gripped the firm curve of her ass, helping guide her movements.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her head tipping back.

I thrust up to meet her downward movements, creating a perfect counterpoint that had us both gasping. The pressure was building again, more intensely this time, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

“I'm close,” I warned her, my fingers moving to where we were joined, finding her clit again.

“Me too,” she breathed, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her release.

I felt it when she came—the fluttering of her inner walls around me, the way her thighs tensed against my sides, a broken, breathless cry on her lips. It was enough to send me over the edge after her, my release tearing through me like a hurricane.

I pulled her down against my chest as we both came down from our high, our hearts racing in tandem. For several minutes, we simply breathed together, her cheek pressed to my sweat-dampened chest, my fingers lazily tracing patterns on her back.

“That was...” she began, trailing off as if words failed her.

“Yeah,” I agreed, understanding perfectly.

Eventually, she shifted to lie beside me, her head pillowed on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine. The intimacy of the moment struck me harder than I expected. This didn’t feel like just sex anymore.

“I should probably be getting you back,” I said reluctantly, though I made no move to leave the bed.

Larissa burrowed deeper into my chest. “Five more minutes,” she negotiated, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

I chuckled, wrapping my arm tighter around her. “Five more minutes,” I conceded.

Those five minutes stretched to fifteen, then thirty, then hours as we lay tangled together in comfortable silence, dozing on and off.