[ Every touch is like fire on his skin, from her hand on his shoulder to where her thighs wrap around him. His own hands drift to her middle, still in awe as he watches her climb onto him.

He knows what's coming, and even so, he gasps and arches as her folds meet his head, desperately seeking out her lips to try to channel some of this overwhelming....bliss. Need. Both all wrapped together. ]

None [ he agrees. Unbeknownst to him, the fantasy keeps pressing, his suit just active enough to make him bolder. He rocks up into her, moaning as he watches her curse and flush. ] We can stay like this if you like, or I've half a mind to carry you on my cock until you ask me to fuck you properly. Maybe against the side of this boat you love so much. [ His voice is nothing but affection as he says it, eyes dreamy, fingers stroking through her hair. ]