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The yacht cut through the Aegean like a blade, and I couldn't stop staring at Lena’s collarbone. She was perched on the bow, all golden skin and sun-bleached hair, the white bikini barely holding its promise. I was supposed to be sketching, but my pencil was just a nervous twitch in my hand.

“You’re not drawing, Marcus,” she said, not even opening her eyes. “You’re staring.”

“I’m studying the light,” I lied.

She laughed, a low, knowing sound. “The light’s been the same for ten minutes. Come here.”

I set the sketchbook down. The deck was warm under my bare feet. She held out her hand, and when I took it, she pulled me down so I was kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were the color of the deep water, and they held mine without flinching.

“You’ve been circling me for two hours,” she said, her voice a whisper against the wind. “Every time you look at me, you undress me in your head. I can feel it.”

My throat went dry. “You’re my model, Lena. It’s part of the job.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” She reached up and untied the knot behind her neck. The top fell away, and her tits were suddenly there, full and heavy, the nipples already tight from the salt air. “Is this part of the job too?”

I couldn’t speak. She took my hand and pressed it to her breast, and the heat of her skin was a shock. I felt her heartbeat under my palm, fast and wild.

“I want you to fuck me, Marcus,” she said. “Right here. On this boat. I want to feel you inside me while the whole sea watches.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned in and took her nipple in my mouth, and she gasped, her fingers digging into my hair. She tasted of salt and sunscreen, and I couldn’t get enough. Her hands worked at the button of my shorts, fumbling, impatient. She got them open and pushed them down, and her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me hard and fast until I was aching.

“God, you’re thick,” she breathed. “I want it in my mouth first.”

She slid off the bow, onto her knees on the deck, and took me into her mouth. The world narrowed to the wet heat of her tongue, the way she looked up at me with those dark eyes while she took me deeper, all the way until my cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but she didn’t stop, her hand working the base while her mouth sucked me dry. I was already close, but I pulled her away.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice ragged. “Turn around.”

She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, and bent over the edge of the boat, holding onto the railing. I pulled her bikini bottoms aside. Her pussy was slick, glistening, completely bare. I ran a finger through her slit, and she moaned, pushing her ass back against my hand.

“Please,” she whispered. “Just fuck me.”

I grabbed her hips and drove into her in one stroke. She cried out, a sharp, broken sound, and I felt her clench around me, hot and tight. I fucked her hard, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing over the water. She was so wet, so ready, and I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, and she moaned, her back arching.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

The boat rocked beneath us, and I felt every wave in the way she squeezed me. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while I pounded into her. She was trembling, her moans turning into short, frantic breaths.

“I’m gonna come,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

I didn’t stop. I fucked her harder, faster, until her whole body went rigid and she screamed, her pussy spasming around my cock. The feeling of her coming pushed me over the edge. I pulled out and turned her around, stroking myself frantically, and came all over her stomach, hot streaks of cum painting her skin.

She looked down at herself, then up at me, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “Well,” she said, breathless. “I think that’s the best art lesson I’ve ever had.”

I laughed, a giddy, unsteady sound. “The sketch is going to be amazing.”

She reached down and wiped a drop of cum from her belly, licking it off her finger. “You’re going to have to do better than a sketch after that.”

I pulled her into my arms, tasting salt and sex on her skin. The Aegean was still sparkling around us, and the yacht drifted lazily, and I knew I’d never be able to paint a wave again without thinking of her.