盐与快门

The air on the yacht smelled of diesel, salt, and her sunscreen—coconut and something sharp, like ozone before a storm. Maya leaned against the railing, the white bikini top doing nothing to hide the tight peaks of her nipples, and I was already fucked.

"You're not taking pictures," she said, catching me staring.

"I'm framing the shot." I raised the camera, but the lens was pointed at the deck, not her.

"Liar." She smiled, slow, and pulled the strap of her top off one shoulder. "What do you actually want to photograph?"

"You," I said. "But not like this."

She laughed, stepping closer until the hull swayed and she had to grab my arm to steady herself. Her fingers dug in, nails leaving little crescents in my skin. "Then how?"

I set the camera down on the bench. The engine hummed below us, the only sound besides the lapping water. "I want you the way you look when you think no one's watching. Off guard. Soft."

Maya tilted her head. "That's a lot of words for a guy who hasn't taken a single frame."

"Some shots you take with your hands."

She bit her lip, and then she was untying the top, letting it fall onto the teak deck. Her tits were perfect—full, with dark nipples that tightened in the breeze. She didn't cover herself. "Your turn."

I peeled off my shirt, and she watched, her tongue tracing her bottom lip. When I stepped closer, she reached for the button of my shorts, undoing it with a practiced flick. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around my cock, which was already hard enough to hurt.

"Jesus," she whispered. "You're big."

"Don't sound so surprised."

She stroked me once, slow, thumbing the head, and I groaned, grabbing her ass with both hands. Her skin was warm and slick from the sun. I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against me. The friction through the thin fabric of her bottoms was maddening.

"Take these off," I said, tugging at the strings on her hips.

She did, dropping them somewhere on the deck, and then she was bare against me, her pussy wet and hot against my stomach. I carried her to the padded bench at the stern, laid her down, and knelt between her legs.

"Wait," she said, breathless. "I want to see you first."

She pushed me back, and I sat on the edge of the bench while she knelt in front of me. Her mouth found my cock, and she took me deep—no teasing, no hesitation. Her tongue worked the shaft as she swallowed me down, and I fisted my hand in her hair, not guiding, just holding on.

"That's it," I muttered. "Fuck, Maya."

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my dick. "You like that?"

"Keep going and I'll come in your mouth."

She smiled and stood up, straddling me instead. She reached between us, guiding my cock to her entrance, and sank down with a shuddering gasp. I filled her completely, her walls gripping me tight as she started to ride me, slow and deep, her tits bouncing in my face.

"Oh, god," she moaned, her head thrown back. "You feel so good."

I grabbed her hips, helping her find a rhythm, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass as she moved. The boat rocked with us, and I could taste the salt on her skin when I leaned forward to kiss her neck.

"Turn around," I said.

She climbed off me, and I spun her, bending her over the railing. The water rushed below, and I could see her reflection, shattered and moving, as I pushed back into her from behind. She cried out, gripping the metal rail as I fucked her hard, my hands on her waist, pulling her back to meet every thrust.

“对，”她喘着气说，“就是那里。别停。”

I reached around and found her clit, slick and swollen, and she bucked against my fingers as I worked her in circles. She was close—I could feel it in the way she clenched around me, the way her breath came in ragged little sobs.

"I'm going to come," she said, her voice shaking.

"Do it. Come on my cock."

She did, her body convulsing, and I felt the wave of it pull me over the edge with her. I came inside her, deep, my hips locked against hers as we shuddered together. For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing and the slap of water against the hull.

She turned, still flushed, and kissed me, slow and lazy. "You didn't take a single picture."

"Didn't need to." I brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Some things you keep."

She grinned, glancing at the cabin door. "The bedroom has a mirror on the ceiling. Just saying."

I grabbed her hand. "Show me."

CATEGORIES: [Fucking a stranger, Yacht, Photographer, Just the Two of Us]