The boat begins to sway, and between Nate’s now punishing strokes and the rocking, I reach out and hold onto the edge of the boat for dear life.
Nate’s hands travel down my back, gripping onto my hips. He drags me forward and back, meeting him thrust for thrust, the sound ricocheting around us as we find our stride.
This is my naughty Nate, and he was born to fuck. He makes gentle, sweet love to me, and that connection is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. But he was put on earth to rip me in two, and he does a dang good job of it.
He lifts a leg, placing his foot down for leverage, and the change of the angle hits the perfect spot inside of me. “Right there,” I moan.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he cries. “Rub your clit, Mads. I need you to get there now.”
I can’t let go of the boat; the fear of falling overboard is too real. Instead, I clench and see stars. Nate pulls out, thrusts two fingers inside of me, and drags my juices up to my behind, and I freeze.
He rubs his thumb over my tight forbidden hole, and after a while, I feel myself begin to relax and open up.
Ahh…that feels too good.
Too freaking good.
Oh my god.
My head drops, and he impales me. Our skin slaps together, the boat rocks, and his deep moans echo around us. The sudden urge to push back on his finger is so high, I don’t know what to do. But clearly, Nate does.
He pushes his thumb deep inside my ass, and I scream out, shattering around him, gripping him so tight, I’m afraid I might break him.
I’m flipped, like a rag doll, on my back, and Nate reenters me gradually, slowing down the pace.
“Yessss,” he hisses at the aftershocks of my orgasm. “I needed to feel this. You rippling around me.”
I’m like Jell-O, unable to move, but Nate is in his element. He leans forward and buries his head into the crook of my neck, peppering me with small, ticklish kisses.
“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.
Tears prickle at my eyes as he slowly rocks into me.
His hands are cradling my face, and with more tender kisses, he continuously mutters his sentiments, then holds himself deep inside of me. There’s the telling jerk of his cock, then he drops down and pulls me on top of him, never severing our connection.
“I love you, too,” I say as I kiss his tattoo.
And it’s the truth.
Nathaniel Davenport is and always will be, irrevocably, forever mine.
Nate glances away from the road for half a second to glance back at Skye, who looks ready to launch herself over the seat.
“Skye, give it a rest. She’s mine.”
I giggle when she barks in protest.
“But I’m her mommy.” I reach back and scratch under her chin.
“Please. You have known her for two minutes. I raised her.”
“She’s smart. She has good intuition.” I stretch my neck so she can kiss my face.
He shakes his head, feigning annoyance, but his smirk gives him away; he’s loving this.
The second Nate and I were done christening the boat, Skye appeared like a furry security guard, standing over us and glaring until he let go of me.
Now that I’m in the picture, she’s picked her favorite.
