Untamed Passion

We waved goodbye to my parents and set off down the lake. I can’t help but smile like an idiot as I watch Liam rowing. All the flexing of muscle has my pussy dripping wet in no time. He notices me looking and gives me a wink.

“Where to?” he asks once we’re further out.

I point toward the right. “It’s down this way. Just keep going until it splits a bit and then stay to the left. You can’t miss the island.”

“So you’ve seen it?”

“I woke up early one morning and went exploring.”

“Your parents would be furious if they knew.”

I eye him and quirk an eyebrow. “They’d probably be furious about a lot of things if they knew.”

I regret saying it as soon as I see the guilt in Liam’s eyes. He’s been friends with my dad since they were kids, and I know his feelings for me make him feel guilty.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean that.”

“You know as well as I do that they wouldn’t be thrilled to know we’re fucking.”

“We’re not fucking,” I say, letting my frustration shine through in my tone.

“Not yet,” he corrects, and I can’t help but smile.

He returns the grin and continues rowing, steering us around the split up ahead. We’re both quiet, nothing but the sound of water hitting the boat and the creak of the oars. It’s an overcast day, but it’s still warm, and the light sheen on his skin is making me very uncomfortably horny.

“Do you think it would be fun to live on a deserted island?” I ask.

“With you?”

“Yes.”

“Then definitely.” “Me, too,” I agree.

I look around us. The lake is so big that it’s impossible to see where it ends. Endless blue water and only the distant shore behind us. We’re too close to the shore for speedboats, and there aren’t any other rowboaters or kayakers about. Looking at Liam, I reach up and undo my bikini top, letting it fall to my feet. The oars are instantly still as he looks at me.

“What are you doing?”

Leaning back, I tilt my face up to the overcast sky. “Just trying to get a little bit of sun. I’d like to get rid of these tan lines.”

“I like the tan lines,” he says, and I smile at the desire I hear in his voice.

The boat gives a small lurch, and before I can even sit up, Liam is on me, capturing my mouth in his, kissing me with a hunger that easily matches my own. My tits scrape across his bare chest, making us both moan at how damn good it feels.

He kisses and licks a line down my neck, giving me a not-so-gentle bite at the crook of my neck before continuing further down. His tongue dances along my collarbone. I moan, running my fingers through his hair, and gently pushing his head further down. He laughs against my skin but allows himself to be steered toward my tit. When he wraps his hot, wet mouth around my breast, and I feel his tongue running over my swollen nipple, I moan his name and wrap my legs around his waist.

He sucks hard, letting his teeth graze over my nipple before giving it a little bite. When I don’t think I can take the teasing any longer, he kisses a line to my other tit and gives it the same treatment.

“Please, Liam,” I beg, “I need to cum. Please make me cum.”

He grips my waist tightly, gently pushing me back so I’m lying across the seat and the bags I’d packed. Lowering his head again, he kisses a line down my belly. He stops and slides his fingers under my bikini bottoms. I lift my hips and he slowly pulls them down my legs. When I’m naked before him, he lets out a long sigh.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, running his fingers up my inner thighs and along my smooth pussy lips. “And shaved,” he says with a huge grin.

“Do you like it?” I ask, lifting myself enough to see him.

“I love it,” he says, lowering his face between my legs.

Turning his head, he runs his tongue along my inner thigh. I rest my feet on the sides of the boat, spreading my knees wide for his back, savoring the feel of his mouth and hands on me, enjoying every second of what I’ve waited so long for.

He runs his tongue along my wet slit, making me gasp at how fucking good it feels.

“Tell me what you thought about last night.”

I try to think, but it’s like my brain is frozen, and all I can think about is his tongue on me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, giving my left pussy lip a soft bite.

“No,” I whimper. “Please don’t stop!”

“Then start talking.”

He grips my hips in his strong hands. Using his tongue, he gently parts my pussy lips before sliding in, and explosions of pleasure ricochet along my body. When I don’t say anything, he starts to lift his head. I grab onto his hair, holding him close to me.

“Wait! I’m thinking. Please, don’t stop.”

“Think faster.”

His tongue sliding back into my pussy doesn’t help clear my head, but I force my mind to work, not wanting Liam’s mouth to ever stop fucking me.

“I thought about you jerking off to the sound of my voice, of you fucking me, bending me over, r and pounding your big cock into me hard and fast.”

His tongue slides out of me and finds my clit. He kisses it before laying the pad of his tongue against it, rolling it in tight, fast circles. I gasp at how good it feels and force myself to keep talking.

“I thought about our first kiss, the way you felt against me, the taste of you, and how badly I wanted more.”

He speeds his tongue up, and I know I’m not going to last long.

“I thought about how I want to be yours, Liam, forever.”

My words are coming out in a fast rush now as I pant and writhe beneath him.

“I want to be your wife,” I admit because there’s no holding back now. I couldn’t lie to him even if I wanted to. All I can think about is my need to cum, and I know talking is the only way to keep his tongue on me.

As if to prove me right, he slows when I don’t say anything else.

His tongue speeds up again when I say, “I thought about how much I love you, how much I’ve always loved you, and I…”

I hesitate because the next part feels too big to share.

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When he slides a finger into me, I whimper, “I thought about you fucking me raw, no condom, and filling me with your seed.” He fucks me faster with his finger and sucks on my clit while tonguing it aggressively. The orgasm hits me with a force that nearly blinds me. I press my feet against the rowboat, bucking my hips up to him, and yell, “I thought about you fucking a baby into me,” and then there are no words left. It’s only pleasure roaring through my body and I’m unable to do anything except let it run over me and through me.

Eventually, y the world returns to me, the rocking of the rowboat beneath me, the breeze coming off the water touching my skin, the rapid beat of my heart, and the feel of Liam’s soft lips kissing and licking my pussy clean.

With a start, I sit up, realizing what I’ve told him. I search his face, scared I’ll see disgust or disinterest or maybe even anger, but instead, all I see is love. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue, letting me taste my pussy on him. When he pulls away, he runs his thumbs over my cheeks, resting his forehead against mine.

“My perfect girl,” he whispers.

“You’re not upset?”

“Why on earth would I be upset? It’s exactly what I want, Sloane.”

“It is?”

He smiles, tracing his thumb over my lips.

“How could I possibly want anything less when it comes to you? I want all of you for myself. I want to be your first everything. I want to fuck you raw, fill you with my cum, and claim that little virgin womb and pussy.”

My heart swells at his words, and I kiss him back hungrily, eager for him to fully claim me. I run my hands over his muscular back and bring my hands to his swim trunks, trying to tug them down.

He laughs and sits back. “As much as I want to fuck you right here and now, I think it’d be better to get to your island. I have no desire to capsize because I’m fucking you too hard.”

I smile and watch as he sits back and grabs the oars. His cock is straining at his pants, and I can’t wait to finally see it and taste him and feel him inside me. I’m so giddy with excitement that I can hardly sit still.