Slow Hands

of the milky white fluid into one palm, then rubbed both hands together to spread it between them. Inhaling the tropical scents of citrus and coconut, he reached out and touched her breast, smoothing the protective coating over her sensitive skin. Maddy’s head dropped back, her mouth opening on a deep, sensual sigh. “Mmm.”
    Her nipples grew taut as he lotioned her, and he allowed himself a few pleasurable strokes, tweaking the puckered skin that demanded his attention. “Jake,” she whimpered, “please, more.”
    “I’m not quite finished.” He kept on stroking lightly, not giving her the more urgent caress he knew she was dying for. The woman really needed to learn patience.
    Reaching again for the bottle, he started over again on her other breast. But this time, once he was sure he’d protected every luscious inch, he bent low, close enough to scrape his tongue across the rock-hard tip.
    She jerked. “Yes!”
    Still cupping her, caressing her, loving the complete absence of friction the lotion provided, Jake gently sucked her into his mouth. Soft at first, he increased the tension when she arched up against him, demanding it.
    “Oh, please,” she groaned, twining her hands in his hair as he went back and forth, kissing, laving, suckling her hard enough to draw a series of shocked gasps from her mouth.
    Knowing the arms of the chaise lounge would soon get in the way, Jake let Maddy go long enough to toss a large, colorful beach towel down onto the deck. Jake rose to his feet, reached for her hand and tugged her up, too.
    Rather than leading her to the towel right away, however, he began kissing his way down her body, much as he had the other night, until he was on his knees in front of her. This time, however, when he reached the fabric of her string bikini, he did not veer away. Catching the elastic in his fingers, he pushed it down, nibbling his way all the way down to the juncture of her thighs, rubbing his lips against the soft thatch between them.
    Her hands fell to his shoulders. She made no effort to pull away. They’d come much too far for those kinds of inhibitions. “Taste me, please,” she said.
    Taste her? He intended to devour her.
    He was smiling in pure hunger as he spied the glistening pearl of flesh half-concealed by her soft curls. Still smiling, he dipped close, flicked his tongue out. Her nails clenched into his muscles and she groaned.
    Reaching for her calf, Jake gently encircled it with his hand, lifting her foot onto the seat of the lounge she’d just vacated. Opening her for his most intimate dining pleasure.
    Maddy groaned, the sound low and desperate. “I think the ground would be shaking even if we were on dry land.”
    Holding her by the hips to keep her steady, Jake tilted her closer, right where he wanted her, and explored her pretty, slick folds with his mouth. As he’d expected, she nearly buckled at the sensation, but he kept her steady, completely in control. And he didn’t relent, just kept pleasuring her until he heard her cry out her climax a few moments later.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured against her thigh, watching as she shook from the power of it.
    He let go of her hips, pulled her down and onto her back on the deck. She stretched again, easing this way and that, her body warm and pliant and, he would suspect, still pulsing from her powerful orgasm.
    Usually he liked to go very, very, slow, but right now, Jake wanted to share the moment, to be part of her deep pleasure. So he pushed his trunks down, not even kicking them all the way off. Using his teeth to tear open one of the condoms he’d brought up from the galley, he sheathed himself and moved between Maddy’s legs. Her eyes remained closed, her mouth open, her entire body flush with satisfaction.
    And Jake joined right in. Pushing into her. Watching the way her hungry smile widened, and her brown eyes opened to stare up at him as his cock filled her, stretched her, mated with her.
    He drove home. Hard. She thrust up to meet him. Hard.
    As he’d expected, the afternoon sun sent blazing heat into his back, but it couldn’t compare to the heat of Maddy’s steamy, clenched core. She squeezed him from within, holding on so tightly he felt wrapped in a fist of the softest, smoothest velvet.
    A cooling breeze washed over them, providing relief. Soft waves lapped against the side of the boat, making it rock beneath them. Gently. Up and down. Setting a natural rhythm to which they both began a slow,