“I thought we could watch the sunset and admire the stars. We only have a short time left on the lake.”
He steps onto the boat and then turns to offer me his hand. I place mine in his, wondering if we always did this. Did we always ‘help’ each other onto the boat, even when it’s not necessary?
I set the bag inside the cooler and head to the wheel. The key to the back door has the keys to the outside goods—the shedand the boat—on the same key ring. It seemed the most logical way to do things. Since we need the key to run the boat, we’re unlikely to lose the key to the house.
I don’t move us far from the docks. Closer to the center of the lake, where Etna drops the anchor, then I cut the engine once the anchor is set. We crawl onto my makeshift bed together to watch the sky. With the sun going down, the temperature drops. It’s not a dramatic drop, but it’s enough to get cold since there’s no humidity in the air to hold in the heat.
“I have an idea,” Etna says after a few minutes. “What if we stay somewhat local for our honeymoon? We can go to the Grand Canyon and do all the things—tours and hiking and camping and whatever. We’ll still get an agent to plan it all, but there’s no reason it needs to be a huge trip and I think putting so much pressure on this first big trip together is only causing unnecessary stress.”
I close my eyes. “Yeah. I love that idea.”
“Good. We’ll start asking around for travel agents tomorrow and see what we come up with.” Etna rolls on top of me. “Did you see the calendar today?”
Grinning, I shrug. “I see the calendar every day.”
My heart races. I know what’s on the calendar today. Etna’s ass is mine.
“Want to fuck on the boat?”
I shiver in anticipation. “Hell, yeah I do.”
With a wide smile, Etna comes down on me, his mouth sealing over mine. While we know we’re getting to sex and our dicks are already well on their way to fully hard, our kissing isn’t urgent. I love that no matter how turned on we are, we often slow down for some intimate kisses. Kisses that don’t need to be sexy. Kisses with a language all their own.
However, I think we’re both anxious, so our kisses are a little sloppy. Maybe even a little wet. When it sounds like we made a slurping sound, our kiss breaks, and we laugh.
“Just get undressed,” I tell him, shoving him away.
Etna backs off me and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head. I grab his shorts and yank them down at the same time, revealing his perfectly hard dick. While he’s still trapped in his clothes, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cockhead.
He inhales sharply, his hand going to the back of my head. “Fuck,” he mutters, his hips moving forward, giving me more of him. While I don’t mean for this to get heavy on the foreplay like this, I suck his cock for a while, listening to the way he moans and grinning as he pats my head like I’m a pet.
After he starts seriously leaking in my mouth, I pull off of him with a pop. “Turn around. Lean against the bench.”
Etna does, shedding his shorts as he moves. I grab the lube and move behind him, discarding my clothes as I do.
His little puckered hole is so… pink. Even in the setting sun. Pretty.
I snort internally. An asshole is not pretty. That’s just the horniness talking. I squirt some lube onto his ass crack and watch it slowly drip as I lube my fingers.
I’m not sure if I’m just far sluttier in the butt enjoyment area than he is or maybe I’m used to it by now, but Etna doesn’t enjoy diving right into two fingers like I do. Which is fine. I don’t mind working him open slowly. In fact, I really enjoy taking my time and making him feel good.
With my free hand, I spread his left ass cheek so I can see his hole. Watch it stretch around me as I slowly and gently work a second finger in. I glance up in time to see Etna bow his head. He takes a deep breath.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. “Yep. Hurry up. I want to feel your dick.”
I grin, dropping my eyes back to what I’m doing. I’m not going to hurry. In fact, I don’t even think he wants me to. He just doesn’t want me to ask how he’s doing.
I kiss his ass cheek, making him snort. Then I bite it, making Etna jump. He glares over his shoulder, and I smile cheekily at him, rubbing the spot I bit. He’s so sexy when he’s annoyed with me.
It’s a long time later before I think he’s ready. I have him moaning and rocking against my fingers. Four fingers!
“Want me to wear a condom?” I ask.
Etna shakes his head. “Nope. I want your bare cock, please.”
Laughing, I get on my knees and coat my dick with lube. I bring the bottle to his hole and squirt some inside him, which only makes a mess. Etna shudders and glares at me over his shoulder again.
