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“You’re smiling, so I got it half right,” he grins, kissing me solidly. “Want to have sex in the sea?” He pulls my body closer to him so my legs are around his waist and my arms are around his neck. He feels hot, smooth, and inviting even in the cooler water.
“Again? Oh, if we must,” I answer demurely as if it’s the most boring request known to man, but my body is clenching in anticipation, and I have a huge grin on my face.
The best way to get over an upset is to have my fit and sexy Jake make love to me. It works wonders every time.
His eyes move to my lips as he focuses on them for a few seconds. I’m fascinated by the clearest green of their depths and how his pupils contract and dilate as he thinks about something. His expression is so serious. A smile breaks across his handsome face as he places a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth. He lets me go, pulls my hand, and makes me swim after him toward the boat's edge.
“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to … Ummm … play in the sea?” I query, following him.
“You’re right. We’ve done it a few times in the water now … figured I would try something new with you, tiny.” Disappointment tugs at me. I like it when he makes love to me in the sea, it’s wild and erotic, even if it’s not very lubricating, but a sense of exhilaration rises instead. ‘New’ with Jake could be anything; he has no end to the sexual positions he puts me in nor his experimentation. I also have no qualms about letting him, trusting him always.
I follow him up the chrome ladder onto the boat, water pouring down my skin, my sarong molded to my legs. The sunglasses are surprisingly still stuck in my hair. He turns when he gets to the top and helps me up the last few rungs before leading me, hand in hand, to our bedroom on the lower deck.
Walking into the darkened room, he leaves me standing in the middle of the floor with a command to wait while he goes. I pick up a towel and dry myself off quickly, peeling off the sarong and throwing it into the laundry basket. I pull the sunglasses from my tangled hair and lay them on the vanity for safekeeping. I’m rather partial to his sunglasses.
He returns carrying a black velvet bag and throws it on the bed, spilling the contents over the sheets. I shiver with nerves as I look at it. We’ve never included anything in our sex sessions, just him and me, and now he has some sort of collection of Gothic-looking cuffs and straps. I narrow my eyes and glance at him questioningly, suddenly wary.
“They’re not mine before you start freaking out, thinking I’m some sort of Mr. Grey hiding some red room obsessions,” he grins, “The staff found them after the last time we were here. I think they belonged to that porn chick.”
“Miracle?” I laugh at the memory of the bimbo with the high-pitched squeal, Daniel Hunter’s ‘date’ for that trip.
Jake nods down at the things on the bed and says,
“Do you trust me?” He moves forward so we’re nose to nose and lightly grazes my lips with his. “Trust me to tie you up?”
“I’m not so sure anymore,” I giggle, gazing past him at the pile of restraining devices, and there seems to be a blindfold too. I swallow and sigh, “Yes, Jake, I trust you.” I exhale quietly as he kisses me hard, then lifts me to straddle his waist and carries me to the bed.
“Good, because I’m going to handcuff you to my bed and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. In a very loving way, of course.” He drops me down so I’m on my back but with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist.
“You and that word,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Baby, come on. Would it sound quite so sexy if I said anything else? If I said I’m going to boink you like there’s no tomorrow, it wouldn’t have the same ring to it.” He starts devouring my body with his mouth before I respond.
“When you put it like that ….” My sentence trails off as I surrender to the sensation of his tongue, tracing my stomach muscles. Every touch sends soft, hot tingles of pleasure over my skin, silencing me effectively.
He makes light work of moving back on top of me, his damp body acting like a sensual distraction, cold and wet against my warm and dry. Moving up the bed, he pulls one of my wrists toward him. He slowly straps on one of the wide, padded leather cuffs with a Velcro fastening. I wouldn’t be able to get my hand out unaided. He takes my other hand and does the same, slowly and deliberately, watching my face for signs of disapproval. When he has them on, he moves down my body with kisses, licks, and nibbles, making me groan. I close my eyes as I lie on the bed, relaxing, letting him take control, and enjoying every delectable sensation. Finally, with the same slow, deliberate movements, he puts one on each ankle amid a flurry of gentle kisses and soft caresses, watching me for signs of refusal.
He kneels over me, picks up the straps, and clips them to the long lengths of metal rings on each cuff that trail down the bed. They remind me of horse leads.
“You sure about this?” He stops and ponders me, kneeling over my body and caging me. The excitement building within me has knocked all sense of doubt away as tingles and nervous excitement shoot through me instead.
“Very sure,” I breathe sexily, and his eyes darken, lust moving in. Things get heavy and serious as our bodies awaken again.
He uses the light fixtures on each corner of the headboard as his points of connection and pulls the straps attached to my wrists, lifting my arms above my head and anchoring me. My breath catches in my chest; my body is excitedly covered in goosebumps as my hands dangle, and the cuffs tighten with the weight. I’ve never been tied up or had the urge to be, yet it doesn’t feel wrong, weird, or even scary with him. It feels achingly good. I’m powerless to stop him from devouring me.
“Okay?” He stoops to brush lips with me reassuringly.
“Perfect.” I gently kiss him back and lick his bottom lip, a tiny teasing motion, satisfied with the reaction I feel growing in his swim shorts.
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