Night on the Deck

The yacht swayed gently on the dark water as I climbed to the upper deck. A light wind tossed my hair, and the air smelled of salt and the night sea. In that same second, I saw her—a tall brunette in a thin white dress that clung to her body from the damp breeze. Our eyes locked, and I immediately felt the heat pooling low in my gut. She looked at me with a bold, defiant gaze, lips slightly parted, as if she already knew exactly how this night would end.

"No fucking way..." I breathed, taking a step closer. "Lera?"

"Max?" Her voice caught, but her eyes lit up with that same fire that used to drive me insane. "Been so long... You're still the same cocky bastard."

She didn't back away. Instead, she took a half-step forward. Her tits nearly brushed against my shirt. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin through the thin fabric. My hands moved on their own—fingers landing on her waist, pulling her closer. She didn't resist. Just whispered, almost too quiet to hear:

"Don't think I forgot how you used to drive me crazy..."

"And I haven't forgotten how you moaned in my ear," I shot back, staring at her lips. My cock was already throbbing, straining against my pants.

Lera drew in a sharp breath, but instead of pushing me away, she grabbed my collar and yanked me to her. Our mouths crashed together—hungry, wet. Tongues tangled, she bit my bottom lip, and I bit back. My hands slid lower, gripping her firm ass through the dress. She arched into me, grinding her hips against mine.

"Here... right here," she gasped between kisses, breathing hard. "No one will see us. Just the sea and us."

I didn't wait for a second invitation. One motion and I hiked her dress up to her waist. No panties underneath—just her smooth, already-soaked pussy. My fingers found her hot clit immediately, and Lera moaned into my mouth as I started rubbing tight circles. Her juices ran down my palm.

"Fuck, you're already dripping..." I growled, pushing two fingers into her tight slit. She was hot, snug, clenching around me from the inside.

"Because you... always knew how to get me wet with one look," she breathed out, fumbling with my belt with shaking hands. My thick cock sprang free—heavy, pulsing. Lera wrapped her hand around it, stroking up and down, spreading the first bead of pre-cum. "So big... I missed this cock."

She dropped to her knees right on the warm wooden deck. The yacht rocked gently with a wave, and Lera smiled before taking the head between her lips. Her hot mouth closed around me. She sucked deep, taking me almost to the back of her throat, working her tongue along the ridge. Saliva ran down the shaft, dripping off her chin. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, fucking her mouth with short, sharp thrusts.

"Deeper... yeah, just like that, good girl," I rasped, watching her lips stretched wide around my dick.

Lera moaned, the vibration running through my entire length. Then she pulled off abruptly, spun around, and braced her hands on the wooden railing. Her dress was bunched at her waist, showing off her round, tanned ass and her glistening, slick pussy.

"Fuck me, Max. Right now. Hard," she demanded, looking back over her shoulder. Her eyes were blazing.

I stepped up behind her, ran the head along her wet lips, and slammed in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Lera let out a loud moan, arching her back. Her walls gripped my cock tight and hot. I started pounding her with fast, deep strokes. The sound of wet slaps echoed over the water—skin against skin, her juices splashing onto my balls with every impact.

"Oh fuck... deeper!" she cried, pushing back against me. "Fuck my pussy harder!"

I leaned over, one hand squeezing her tit, pinching her hard nipple, the other finding her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts. Lera was trembling, her moans climbing higher. The yacht rocked with the rhythm of our bodies, the deck creaking beneath us.

Suddenly she tensed, clamping down on me so hard I almost came.

"I'm gonna... Max, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Her body shook, her pussy pulsing, flooding with hot wetness. I didn't stop—kept slamming into her through her orgasm. When the spasms eased a little, I pulled out, spun her around to face me, and sat her on the railing. Lera wrapped her legs around my waist, and I sank back in—this time staring straight into her eyes.

"I want to watch you cum again," I growled, picking up speed.

"Cum inside me... I'm on the pill," she breathed, kissing me with wet lips. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me."

That did it. I fucked her fast, hard, feeling my balls draw up. Lera bit my neck, whispering filthy words:

"Come on... fill my pussy... I'm yours tonight..."

I roared and came. Hot ropes of cum blasted deep inside her, flooding her. Lera screamed through a second orgasm, clenching around me so hard it felt like she was milking me dry. We froze, panting, pressed tight against each other. The sea lapped softly at the hull, and the wind cooled our overheated skin.

"That was..." she whispered against my lips, smiling.

"This is just the beginning of the night," I answered, kissing her slow and deep.

We both knew—this reunion after all these years had just turned into something far bigger than raw lust on the open water.