I groaned, closing my eyes against the distance between us and land. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes you can,” he murmured, his hand moving down my back, seeking the expanse of bare skin between my skirt and shirt and rubbing there. “Just let go and trust. That’s all you have to do.”
I kept my eyes closed, trying not to think, trying to keep my mind from racing to all the scary, looming thoughts, all the what ifs… Instead, I rested my head against Doc’s chest, feeling the gentle rock of the raft, listening to the steady beat of his heart with my own.
“That’s good…” His hands moved under my shirt now and I didn’t stop him as he stroked my back, petting me. “I can feel you relaxing…” I was. In spite of my fear, which still had my heart beating hard, I couldn’t help but be calmed by his voice, his touch. I found myself softening, letting myself go. Doc shifted his weight and me with him as he moved, letting me feel his erection, hard against my hip.
“Let your body lead you…” He whispered against my ear, giving me shivers. “Your head thinks it knows, but it doesn’t…” His hands moved around the front now, still under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra-I still didn’t really need one-and he cupped my breast, squeezing gently. “Your body knows what it wants…”
I moaned softly when he thumbed my nipple, feeling a sweet tingle between my thighs. I wanted to stop him-no, that wasn’t quite true. I felt like I should stop him. Something kept telling me it was wrong, this man wasn’t my husband, I shouldn’t want… I shouldn’t…
“So sweet…” Doc had my shirt pulled up and my nipple in his mouth so fast I could barely take a breath. I wiggled in his lap, gasping, my hands gripping his shoulders, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Where was there to go, anyway?
I opened my eyes briefly, seeing the faint lights at the shore, and my belly lurched with sudden fear.
“Stop thinking,” Doc insisted, pushing me back in the raft, so I was leaning against the opposite side. “Just feel.”
“But—” The protest died on my lips when he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties aside, pressing his fingers there first, plunging deep enough to make me gasp, and then dipping his head down to taste me with his tongue.
“Ohhh!”
My clit throbbed in his mouth as he sucked and licked me with an eager hunger than soon had me spreading wider, silently asking for more. There wasn’t a lot of room in the little raft, but I lifted my hips for his tongue, his fingers, digging my heels into the bottom of the raft.
“Oh please,” I begged, rubbing my own nipples through my shirt, pushing the feeling further, further, needing more. “Oh god!” All thought had gone, and there wasn’t any more fear or hesitation. I let him-I let myself. I couldn’t stop it and didn’t really want to. That was my secret, guilty admission. I wanted this, had always wanted this, and denying it took infinite more work than acknowledging my own self-confession.
“Good girl!” Doc chuckled when I threw first one bare leg and then the other over the side of the boat, spreading wide and lifting my hips up for his straining tongue. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my clenched ass, pulling me against his greedy mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, but I knew he wouldn’t. His tongue lashed at my clit, again, again, and my thighs trembled as I felt my orgasm coiling low in my belly, waiting to spring. I moaned when he sucked at my clit, as if it were a little cock, trying to suck it deep into his mouth. That made me arch further, my head going back against the side of the raft.
“Gonna… ohhhh… god… Doc, please!” My warning made him even hungrier and I couldn’t hold it back, feeling my climax already beginning, making me quiver. I was lost, found, instantly transported and taken, the sweet throb of my clit in his wet mouth beyond sweetness, beyond love.
“Oh god, oh god,” I whispered again and again as he slowly let me settle back into the boat. My head still hung off the back of the raft and I gasped, opening my eyes and seeing the moon floating above us in a sea of stars, the water below reflecting its face in a distorted white ribbon of moonlight on a black ocean.
When I lifted my head to look at him, sitting back against the opposite side of the boat again, his suit discarded, his cock in his hand, he was like a glowing, silver god in the moonlight, and I couldn’t resist.
“Oh yesss,” he moaned as I knelt between his thighs and took his cock into my hand, my mouth. I instantly remembered the taste and feel of him, the weight of his balls cradled in my hand. I’d been such a young, naive girl then, so unsure but willing to learn. Very teachable, oh yes, definitely that.
I’d learned a lot since the last time Doc and I had been together.
“Oh Christ!” His hips bucked as my tongue made fat, flat sweeps around the head of his cock, pausing to give a little extra attention to the sweet spot, flicking back and forth at the frenulum. My fingernails-never anywhere near as long as Mrs. B’s, but still long enough to do the job-scratched lightly over his balls as I sucked him in, my nose pressed into the dark thatch of his pubic hair.
Then I really showed him what I could do, working his cock with my mouth and hand at once, nice short even strokes that had him swelling nicely in my hand, his breath beginning to match my pace. Whenever I felt his cock twitch, that gentle, telltale throb, I’d take him deep and hold him there, using my tongue to press him against the roof of my mouth until his breathing slowed a little. And then I’d begin again, those sweet, short strokes, making soft, hungry noises in my throat as I sucked him.
“Ahhhhh baby, wait,” he finally groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “I want to fuck you.”
I wanted it, too. Unzipping my skirt, I slid it and my panties down and tossed them with his suit on the floor of the raft. Doc lifted my shirt and pulled it off as I straddled him, rubbing his cock between my swollen pussy lips. His eyes were dark as his gaze swept over me in the moonlight and his hands followed, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples as I jerked him against my clit.
“Put it in,” he murmured, shifting his hips. “I want—ohhhhh god!” I was wet enough to take him in without any resistance and our hips met as I slid down all the way to the base. Giving a little whimper, I made little circles in his lap, feeling his cock moving deep inside me. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips, rocking me back and forth, his fingers digging in as we fucked.
“Faster,” he urged, lifting me upward as he slid deeper into the raft, so his head was resting on the floor. I did what he asked, leaning forward and grabbing onto the edge of the inflatable raft, rocking faster, taking him deeper with every thrust. Doc found my nipples with his tongue, sending sweet waves of pleasure down to my aching clit.
His hands moved over my ass, spreading me wider as he began to take over the movement, thrusting up into me, his tongue still bathing my nipples in saliva. I was so close I could barely keep myself from coming, but I wanted it to last and last, the sweet swell of his cock inside of me, the hard pounding of his hips against mine.
“Oh Ronnie… baby…” I knew the sound in his throat, that low growl, telling me he was about to come. I ground my hips against his, feeling the boat rocking faster with our motion, making me dizzy. I closed my eyes and slid my hand down between us, searching through the wetness for the aching bud of my clit, needing just a little nudge to push me over the edge.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” He groaned and thrust deep, shuddering beneath me, and the sound and feel of his climax sent me over. I trembled in his arms, feeling the pulse of his cock as my own orgasm overtook me, my pussy clenching and releasing as I came.
“Oh Doc,” I whispered, as he pulled me close and I shivered, cold now in the night air, our bodies covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh… oh…”