I take in the handsome man, moving backwards and forwards and stroking… that amazing toned body outlined by his shirt pulled taut in the movements; his biceps bulging in the pull then the triceps in the stroke; the pecs and perfect nipples, erect and poking through his shirt a little; his ripped tummy muscles and tight belted jeans. I honestly didn’t know what was more beautiful. The hatted cowboy rowing or the night sky colouring and shadowing his features in an erotic and mystical way.
Even the sound of lapping water against the boat and dips of the oars in the water tantalised my senses.
His aftershave wafted temptingly to my nostrils… oh my… it was… brut. A vision of him topless in the bathroom splashing it on suddenly sprang to mind. I feasted in the vision. Then shook my head.
What was the matter with me?
“You’re horny Girl” came the instant reply of my naughty inner self. “And you’re attracted to him.”
I ignored it and saw Coves was rowing into the shimmering silver beams of the moon. We were in the moon diamonds. They were utterly stunning in the water. A kaleidoscope of soft exquisite, magical colours. Such a rare and beautiful sight.
He pulls the boat in by the branches of a fallen tree, where they bob around in the water, elusive but abundant in that moment in time.
“Is that one of my shirts?” Coves sexy accent suddenly breaks into my thoughts and attention on the glittering water.
I grin sheepishly and confess to stealing it after soiling mine at his place. I’d lost a bet with Stone and had to clean his place for a whole week!
“Maybe I should take it back.” Covems says, “Right here… right now.”
My heart rate rockets and my tummy does nervous flips and… the devil in me takes over.
Seductively I tease, “Well, I could give it back to you.”
I slowly and seductively begin to unsnap each button, starting from the top till it’s completely undone. My hands hold the edges together and I feel his eyes burning into the widening gap. I reveal a vertical strip of flesh about an inch wide down the centre of my torso. His eyes hone in on my cleavage.
I murmur softly, “But as you can see, I don’t have anything on under it.”
He’s tempted, I could tell but something seems to catch his eye, “Keep it on for now.”
I feel a little disappointed but think, “I might tease him again back on shore just to see what presses his buttons.” I smile, wondering if he will fight it, or just give in. I pick up the net.
“Do you think this night will let us catch one?” I ask him but before he can answer, something unseen and heavy nudges the boat and then disappears under the surface again. It rocks the boat and causes me to lose balance.
I lose the net and topple over, landing right between Coves legs. He catches hold of me in instinct to steady me and stop me splashing into the water.
My shirt falls open and his hand has a handful of soft breast. At first, neither of us notice. I am just grateful I hadn’t fallen into the water.
I am pressed up close against him, his other arm is around me and my arms are round his neck. Our cheeks brush as I pull back, I am caught in his eyes, mesmerised. Our lips are inches apart.
His eyes are full of promise, the smell of his aftershave teases my nostrils, and the warm hand on my naked breast tempts me beyond reason. My body courses with heat.
“You don’t smell of rum this time.” Coves murmurs.
“And you don’t smell like bourbon and fish.” I murmur back.
He lowers his head, I pucker my lips and then it happens, that first kiss with no one else around. The mystical light and display of the Aurora Achatalis dances in the sky. The sea of moon diamonds glow brightly just under the surface of the water.
I am lost as the kiss deepens, mouths open, tongues touch and invade and the tadpole net plops over the side. The long rod tangles in a rope on board and secures itself. The net bobs up and down in the water.
Our kiss breaks, both of us breathing hard, both on full sense alert, eyes lock. The attraction simmers.
“Wow,” Covems mouths and before I can answer, he pulls me closer for another kiss but this time the stilled hand on my breast begins to fondle, his other hand inches underneath to caress my lower back and my hands begin to snap the buttons on his shirt and fumble at the buckle on his jeans.
His hands move up and pushes my shirt open to palm a breast in each hand. I gasp and moan softly into his mouth.
I quickly snap the buttons of his shirt and slide my hands onto his muscular chest. With our lips still locked, Covems deftly unbuttons, unzips and pushes my jeans down.
I am amazed at how quickly and expertly he manages it. I lift up and kick off my boots and jeans, kicking them into the corner of the boat. The green checked shirt is long enough to look like a short mini dress, reaching mid-thigh in length.
Covems shuffles down to the middle of the boat with me, somehow bringing the blankets to lay under us.
“Now the boat won’t get top heavy,” he says and pulls me down on top of him to resume more kissing. My body melts, feeling his naked chest on mine, skin against skin. The heat rises and causes that simmer to sizzle and bubble…
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