"Blue, I want you so much…"
My mouth is right at the level of his nipples, and I press him tightly against me, leaving wet kisses across his chest, and he lets me. His slim hands rest on my shoulders, and I think he even deliberately slides them over my glands.
"When you touch me, it feels like I’m going insane, like I’m being teleported to another dimension, somewhere incredible…" I murmur, my lips pressed against his skin.
Blue’s fingers move in soft, caressing arcs over my shoulders and the back of my neck.
I close my eyes, sitting there with my face buried against his body.
"Never stop touching me," I whisper. "Never."
"I would keep going, but we were supposed to swim," Blue murmurs… and then suddenly adds, "but that doesn’t mean we can’t go back to bed after we’re done."
I lift my head to look at him.
Blue is gazing down at me, and I realize I’ve never seen him from this angle before. I grin widely, since I love the sound of it. Did he like the blowjob so much that he’s open to experimenting even further?
So quickly? Seems like magic.
"Deal!"
Blue answers with a wide smile. Wow, how new this all feels. Like a shy hint of happiness.
We both turn toward the ocean, and I ask,
"So, diving in?"
"Yes," Blue replies lightly, his face and energy completely different now, relaxed and bright. We grab each other’s hands and jump into the deep, pun intended.
We dive under, then come back up to the surface.
For a while we splash around, messing with each other, frolicking, floating on the gentle swells.
Then we swim around the yacht for a bit, doing lazy circles, until Blue suddenly says he thinks he sees a shark on the horizon.
No matter how many times I tell him that if it were a shark I’d see it too, he climbs back onto the deck, saying,
"That’s enough swimming for me today."
"Alright," I agree, and we both dry off for a moment.
Of course I offer to help, and to my surprise, he accepts.
I towel his skin carefully, using the moment to slide my hands down over his ass, even through the fabric, taking my time there. Blue doesn’t stop me, he lets me, his expression shifting slightly, becoming softer, almost distant.
Seeing that, I decide to push a little and ask quietly, "Maybe now we can go back to that bed you mentioned…"
Blue bites his lip, then nods. I scoop him up, lift him into my arms, and carry him like that to the bedroom.
We fall onto the bed together.
Blue’s gaze is locked on my face, not breaking from my eyes and lips.
I lean over him and notice he must have taken his glasses off somewhere along the way, which surprises me.
After a moment I spot them on the nightstand, so if he wants, he can replay this scene later anyway.
Oh well, I don’t really mind.
