She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I got laid by a man I deeply respect and am overwhelmingly attracted to. I'm pretty sure thisisperfect."
Any residual tension left my body.
"I mean…. Unless he wants to make it extra perfect by going another round?"
I grinned at her hopeful expression. "You don't need dinner?"
"Maybe later. This—" She reached down, giving my cock a loving stroke. "—seems to be the more pressing need."
I found myself rallying, my cock becoming hard once more.
"Mm, I think I might have another round or two in me."
I rolled onto her, covering her glorious fullness with my body, revelling in the soft peaks and dips of her as we made love—three additional times.
When I woke the next morning, I was pretty sure my cock was broken. But as my sons would say—totally worth it.
9
Karen
Ispread my arms out, pointing at the school of fish.
Beside me, Will shot me a thumbs up, his body stilling as we watched the beautiful sea life swim past us.
Above us, his youngest son, Sam, swam around with his brothers, their legs just visible in the sun-dappled water.
A turtle appeared from the seafloor, lazily gliding past us on her way to some important date. She glanced my way as she passed by, giving me one long, slow blink.
A perfect day.
Apart from the difficulties of finding a wet suit in my size and throwing myself backward over the side of a boat, scuba diving was quickly becoming a pastime I wouldn't mind taking up. Between the amazing sea life, the cool dive wrecks, and Will—it felt almost like a celebration.
The dive instructor swam my way, signalling it was time to begin our ascent. Over the next forty minutes, we swam slowly higher, circling, acclimatising ourselves to the changing pressure and oxygenation, and then continuing upward.
As we burst through the surface, the instructor gestured that we could take our breathing masks off.
"That was incredible! Can I come back next weekend?" I enthused, dipping the mask in the water to clean off my spit.
"I'm a fan," Will agreed. "Did you see that turtle? She was massive."
"He," the instructor, a woman named Ruth, corrected. "That was old Fred. He's a regular around here. Grandfathered most of the turtles along this side of the cove."
"You know, I'm not sure why I never tried this before today." I tread water, shaking my head. "I live by the ocean, and the most I normally do is go for a walk along the rock pools."
Ruth grinned. "Most people do that. It's why Drake and Dane started this. When the marina was finally complete, they saw it as a chance for people to experience marine life as it should be experienced."
"Wild, oxygenated, and stuffed into a wet suit?" I asked with a grin.
"Exactly!" Ruth laughed. "Come on, your boys are waiting. Let's get you home."
I scrambled onto the back of the yacht, grunting and groaning as I slipped and slid, heaving my body up and over.
"So graceful," I muttered, flopping onto my back. "Such poise."
"Karrie?"
I tilted my head back, grinning up at Sam.
