Page 56 of Power Move

“N…no,” I breathed shakily.

“Your pussy is so wet.” Davey kissed me. “And desperate. You’re dirty, Eva.”

“I’m… so horny,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Davey whispered.

My body lit up with a crash of the waves. As if fireworks fired overhead, I came with my hand clasped over my mouth. I couldn’t trust myself now. It just felt so good. Davey gave me another mind-blowing orgasm with nothing but his hand, leaving me breathless. I looked back at Davey, still weightlesswith pleasure, and noticed once more his boyish, satisfied grin—the same he’d had when he made me cum before.

“That’s not enough.” Davey’s fingers slowly slipped from my pussy. “That’s the problem.”

“What?”

“I want more. Every time you cum, I want more, Eva.”

“You cannot have more—not out here. I… I don’t want to risk any of this.”

“You think this is the first time people have ever hooked up at this retreat?”

“In your parents’ house?” I asked.

“Eva, you make me desperate.”

“We cannot fuck out here like this. And… if I go?—”

“Come with me.”

Davey

“Where are you dragging me?” Eva gasped.

“It’s not far.”

Every time I watched Eva’s face as she climaxed, the more of her I craved. She gave over and her walls fell. I needed her, having gotten creative in hopes I’d break my weeks-long celibacy streak.

“Why are we on a pier?” Eva asked.

“We have a yacht,” I answered.

Eva rolled her eyes, “Ofcourseyou do.”

I ignored her judgement, finding our slip and climbing aboard. I looked around for the panel that controlled the cabin lock. The passcode was Dora’s birthday.

“TheLady Danna. Original,” Eva said.

I snickered. “Dad was nothing if not completely in love with my mother. Hence naming the ship after her.”

“Yes, it’s ashipnot aboat.”

“Correct.” I opened the door and returned, holding my hand out to help her.

Eva looked around, shaking her head. “This thing… is… wild. Okay, where are we going?”

I led her below deck, flicking on the low galley lights and tracking back to the main stateroom. We hadn’t taken the yacht out since my last visit a month before to park it here for fall.

“Does this work for you?” I asked.

“There is a bed. So, yes. I cannot believe I’m doing this.”