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"Keep your eyes on me, not the water," I said, my voice already rougher than I meant it to be.

Mia stood on the yacht's sun-drenched upper deck in a tiny white bikini that barely contained her toned body, the kind of fitness trainer who could make a guy forget his own name. I'd hired her three months ago to sculpt me for an upcoming photoshoot, but today the roles flipped. I was the photographer, she was my willing model, and the rented yacht slicing through the Mediterranean was our private studio. The salt air carried her coconut sunscreen scent, mixing with the low hum of the engines. My cock had been half-hard since she stepped aboard, tension crackling between us like the heat rising off the polished teak.

She shifted her weight, those long legs flexing, her firm ass cheeks peeking from the bikini bottoms. "Like this, Jake? Or do you want me to arch more?" Her voice was shy at first, almost teasing, but her green eyes locked on mine with a spark that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Arch your back. Push those tits out. God, you're killing me here." I snapped a few shots with my camera, the shutter clicking fast. My hands trembled slightly on the grip. The explicit need hit me hard and early. I set the camera down on the padded bench, crossed the deck in two strides, and pulled her against me. Her skin was hot from the sun, slick with a light sheen of sweat.

Mia gasped but didn't pull away. "Jake... the photos..."

"Fuck the photos for a minute." My mouth found her neck, tasting salt and her. She shivered, her nipples hardening against my chest through the thin fabric. My hands slid down her back, cupping that juicy ass I'd admired during every training session. I squeezed, lifting her slightly so she could feel my full erection pressing against her mound.

"Oh shit," she whispered, growing braver as her hips rocked forward. "I felt that. You're so hard already." Her fingers tugged at my swim trunks, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, her breath hitching.

I untied her bikini top with one tug. Her breasts spilled free, perky and sun-kissed, nipples tight pink peaks. I bent to suck one into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue while my other hand dipped between her thighs. The bikini bottoms were soaked. I pushed them aside, finding her smooth, shaved pussy dripping wet. Two fingers slid inside her easily, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

"Jake... yes, right there," she moaned, her head falling back. The yacht rocked gently with the waves, adding to the rhythm as I finger-fucked her faster. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky. She pumped my cock in time, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading precum.

I couldn't wait. Spinning her around, I bent her over the wide railing, her tits pressing against the cool metal. The view of the endless blue sea framed her perfect ass as I yanked her bottoms down to her ankles. "Spread for me, Mia. Show me that tight pussy."

She did, arching deeper, her legs shaking. I rubbed my cock along her slit, coating it in her juices, then thrust in hard. We both groaned. Her heat enveloped me completely, so wet it squelched with every inch. I gripped her hips, pounding into her from behind in deep, steady strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the waves and her breathy cries.

"Fuck, you're so deep," she panted, pushing back to meet me. "Harder, Jake. Don't hold back."

I spanked her ass once, watching the flesh jiggle, then reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. Her pussy fluttered, squeezing my dick like a vice. We changed position quickly, my need driving us. I sat on the bench, pulling her onto my lap facing me. She sank down onto my cock again, her tits bouncing as she rode me. Our bodies slapped together, sweat mixing, her juices dripping down my balls.

Mia leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop rubbing me." Her movements grew frantic, grinding her clit against my pelvis while I thrust up into her. I felt her orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing wildly, a gush of wetness flooding over me. She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.

The sight pushed me over. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back so I could watch her face. "Take it all, baby." With a final deep thrust, I came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her spasming pussy. She milked every drop, trembling through aftershocks.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard as the sun dipped lower, painting the deck in golden light. Finally, she lifted her head, a lazy grin spreading across her flushed face. Soft laughter bubbled out of both of us, light and easy, the kind that comes after something raw turns sweet.

"Best training session yet," she said, still giggling as she kissed my jaw.

I chuckled, stroking her back. "Remind me to book the yacht again next week."