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The details of her perfection in broad daylight made my cock crave her, pressing harder than ever against the velcro of my board shorts.

Like she’d read my mind, she tugged at the tie on my waistband, a wry smile on her lips.

The sound of the velcro ripping open was enough to make me want to explode.

My hips wiggled out of my shorts but I knew better than to enter her just yet.

Kissing her neck, I let out a warm, heavy breath in her ear. “Damn, woman, what you do to me.”

Faith moaned, her wet pussy pulsing with desire while I circled her clit. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this, Coulter.”

At least we were in the same boat. “Good,” I said, staring into her eyes.

I watched her face contort when my fingertips flicked over her pea-sized pleasure spot.

Her wide eyes stayed fixed on mine while I flicked harder and faster.

When she reached the point of gasping between moans, I left her clit and quickly pushed two fingers inside her silky folds.

She felt like heaven. Pumping into her, I positioned my thumb so that it stroked her clit every time my fingers entered.

Slinking my other hand up her side, I found her nipple, rolling it between my forefinger and thumb.

Her hips writhed under me as her moans climbed in pitch.

Her face twisted, almost painfully, her eyes wide with anticipation as she reached the brink.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she shouted to the sky before letting out a long, screeching wail.

A blue heron took flight out of the nearby mangroves, scared out of hiding and abandoning its perch.

Faith’s eyes glazed over as her whole body trembled beneath me.

“Fuck, Coulter,” she gasped. “How do you do that?”

I settled on top of her, cradling her head under my hand. “I listen to your body and give it what it needs,” I growled into her ear, sliding into her with a single, slow thrust of my hips.

Faith’s eyes widened, staring deep into mine as I pushed to her limit.

Holding there, with her stretched taut around me, I throbbed.

After only a few slow pumps, I felt a rush building at the base of my cock, way too soon.

I pulled out of her in a hurry, stammering to conjure an excuse instead of admitting that she was too sexy and I couldn’t control myself with her.

“I don’t want to hurt you. This nonskid deck will tear up your back. ”

Faith blinked at me, seemingly confused, but she followed my lead when I pulled her hand to lift her to her feet. Kissing her forehead, I brushed off her back. “Your skin is so soft and delicate. ”

She had a coy smile, running her hand down my chest. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing.

“There’s nothing soft about this.” She wiggled free from my hold and released me from her hands as she turned her back to me.

Bending over, she placed her hands on the port side gunnel of the boat, rubbing her ass over my cock while smiling back over her shoulder.

“You were right…this should be much more comfortable.”

Her tanned skin glistened in the sun as I ran my hands over her tan lines. God damn, she was stunning. No wonder I had a hard time controlling myself. But the couple of minutes recovery gave me the confidence to enter her again.

I took my time, slowly sliding in and out.

Faith’s head fell back and she moaned softly up to the sky.

Her hips pressed onto me with insistence, but I maintained the measured pace.

Her hair cascading down her back taunted me, begging to be pulled.

But I refrained, not only because it was probably too soon to ask if she’d like that.

I knew damn well that slinking my fingers into her hair, making a fist and pulling ever so gently, would push me over the edge.

Reaching around her, my fingers found her clit instead, teasing it while I moved in slow strokes.

Focusing on her pleasure helped distract me from mine.

I’d learned how she liked to be touched, so it didn’t take long before she was squirming.

As her moans climbed, her hips slammed back into me.

I tried to steady them with my free hand while she screamed, “Oh my God, Coulter.”

I bit my lip as hard as I could and prayed I could resist the thing I wanted more than anything. When her head fell forward, and she panted as the orgasm passed, I finally let out a breath. I’d done it .

Emboldened with confidence, I thought I might be able to make it through one more round if I took another pause. So I slowly slipped out of her, stroking her back. Faith looked back at me, her eyes glazed over. She raised up, staggering for a step as she came to her feet.

I pulled her into my arms with a chuckle.

“Come here,” I said, scooping her up in a kiss.

It wasn’t the best plan for regaining control because kissing her turned me on more than just about anything else in the world.

But being outside her taut little pussy was enough to stop the impending eruption.

As our lips moved in a slow, sweet rhythm, my dick stopped pulsing and I started to relax.

Then… Faith pulled away from the kiss, grinning while she grabbed me.

Her fingers didn’t quite reach one another around the base of my erection, but they clamped firmly and moved up and down, massaging the bottom half of my shaft.

I groaned, and went to reach for her hand to unwrap it, but she shocked me by dropping to her knees.

“There’s something I haven’t been able to do yet,” she said, smiling up at me. Before I could protest, her mouth was over the head of my cock. My hips pulled back in an effort to escape, but her hands were firmly on my ass, drawing me into her mouth. Deeper and deeper.

Damn, she was good. I lost myself in the pleasure for long enough to forget I was trying to stop myself from hurling toward my climax. And just like that, it was back.

This time there was no stopping it. I panicked, pushing her shoulders, but she resisted, sucking me intently.

I pulled my hips back, simultaneously pushing her away as hard as I could.

The sharp stinging sensation from her teeth raking up my shaft helped me choke back the ejaculation until I was out of her mouth, but before I could redirect it, I shot my wad right on her angel face.

My mouth twisted in horror. “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, Faith.” I reached to wipe the milky white spatter from her cheek and eye, but she swatted at my hand, giggling.

“Don’t be sorry. That was actually kinda hot,” she said, gingerly dabbing the cum from her eyelid. Instead of wiping the rest of it from her face, she rubbed it in. “They say it’s good for your skin.”

I stared at her in awe, my body aflame with the aftershock of ecstasy, and smiled.

“You are full of surprises,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. This woman got better by the minute. She was the silver lining in the dark cloud that had hung over me since Christmas Eve.