The Deck at Dawn

The yacht cut through the Aegean like a blade through silk, leaving a frothy white scar on the deep blue. I watched Maya from the helm, her back to me, the morning sun turning her white sundress almost transparent.

"You're staring again," she said without turning around.

"Can't help it. That dress is a crime."

She laughed, that low, knowing sound that had my cock twitching against my shorts. It was our third day out, and we'd been dancing around each other like strangers, all stolen glances and accidental touches. Last night she'd fallen asleep in the cockpit, and I'd carried her to the cabin, her warm, sleep-soft body pressed against mine. I hadn't slept a wink.

Now she turned, a glass of orange juice in her hand, and the way the fabric clung to her hips made my mouth go dry.

"Sam," she said, tilting her head. "You've been looking at me like that all week."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to fuck me on this deck."

I nearly dropped the wheel. "Maya—"

"Don't." She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the sea salt and sunscreen on her skin. "We promised each other we'd try new things this trip. Remember?"

I remembered. We'd made that promise over champagne in Athens, giggling like teenagers. But we'd been married for six years, and 'new things' had always meant a different restaurant or a new position in the same bed.

"I want you to bend me over this railing," she whispered, her hand sliding down my chest. "Right here. Where anyone could see us if they were close enough."

The wheel was forgotten. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, feeling the heat of her through the thin cotton. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious. I've been thinking about your cock all morning, Sam. What it feels like when you're inside me. How you fill me up." She bit her lip. "I want it from behind. I want to feel you stretch me open."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I spun the wheel to autopilot and pressed her against the polished teak railing, her hands gripping it as I bunched her dress up around her hips. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Jesus, Maya."

"I know what you like." She pushed her ass back against me, and I felt the wet heat of her through my shorts. "Fuck me, Sam. Hard."

I yanked my shorts down, my cock springing free, already aching. I ran the head along her slit, coating it in her slickness, and she moaned, pushing back harder.

"Stop teasing."

I grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one stroke. She cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that turned into a groan as I bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Yes. Just like that."

I pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in, harder this time. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed across the water. The yacht rocked gently beneath us, and I had to brace one hand against the railing to keep my rhythm.

"Look at you," I grunted, watching my cock slide in and out of her. "Taking me so well."

"Faster," she begged, her knuckles white on the rail. "Please, Sam. I need—"

I gave it to her. I fucked her with everything I had, deep and punishing strokes that made her tits bounce beneath her dress. Her moans became a steady stream of breathless cries, and I could feel her starting to tremble.

"I'm close," she whimpered.

"Not yet." I pulled out, and she cried out in protest. "Turn around. I want to see your face."

She obeyed, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving. I lifted her onto the railing, spreading her legs wide, and drove into her again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails raking down my back.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," she breathed against my ear.

"Look at me." I cupped her face, forcing her gaze to mine. "I love watching you come."

She shattered. Her whole body convulsed around me, her pussy clenching and milking my cock, and the sight of her lost in pleasure pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and came inside her, hot and thick, groaning against her neck as the waves of her orgasm pulled mine out.

We stayed like that, tangled together, breathing hard. The sun was higher now, painting the deck gold.

"Okay," Maya murmured, her lips brushing my ear. "That was definitely new."

I laughed, still inside her, my cock softening. "Wait until you see what I have planned for tonight."

She grinned, and I knew we were in for a hell of a trip.

The coffee was strong and bitter, and the morning light caught the gold in Maya's hair as she sat across from me at the cockpit table. Her sundress was back in place, but I could still see the faint red marks on her hips where I'd held her.

"Stop staring," she said, smiling into her cup.

"Can't help it."

"You said that yesterday."

"I mean it more today."

She set down her cup and reached across the table, her fingers brushing mine. "Let's go swimming."

"Right now?"

"Right now." She stood, pulling her dress over her head in one motion, and I got a flash of her naked body before she dove off the side.

I followed her into the cool, clear water, chasing the laughter that echoed across the waves.

CATEGORIES: [Yacht, Just the Two of Us, Ass, Morning sex, Outdoors]