This hot couple tease each other whenever they’re on the water. They sail between islands and make out on their yacht and secluded shores. Only adults should read further into this post.
“Why don’t we put some clothes on, and we’ll go ashore. You’d better get some sunscreen on those shoulders. They look like they’re about to burn.”
She reached for the bottle of sunscreen. “Here, why don’t you do it? I like it when you rub me.”
“You mean−”
“I know what I said.” She handed him the sunscreen and then tapped him on his thighs. Can I sit here?”
Mitchell sat back and parted his knees so she could sit on the seat in front of him. “Sure.”
“Now this is cosy, don’t you think?” Her teenage bottom nestled against the insides of his legs and his d*ck.
“Very cosy. Let me just get something out of the way before you wriggle back any further.”
She giggled. “We don’t want to damage that now, do we? It may come in handy later.”
Her mother would’ve said something like that. In fact, she probably did. Twenty-two years ago, he would’ve rubbed the lotion on her and erected a monument to the occasion.
“I can feel you growing, Mitchell,” Natasha said with a laugh. “You can’t hide that from me. In twenty- two years, he hadn’t changed a bit.”
“I can’t help that. It does its own thing.”
“Does it always pop up unexpectedly like that? Mum said it did.”
“Unexpectedly like that? No, that wasn’t unexpected. I completely expected that to happen. Your mother would’ve expected it, too. It wasn’t always a surprise, you know. She used to tease me all the time. I think she’d get off on making me hard.
She giggled again. “That’s mum, alright. So, what makes you hard, Mister Felding? You weren’t hard when we put the anchor down. You had a flippy-floppy one, then.
“Stop it, Natasha.”
“Tell me what makes you hard, Mitchell, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Mitchell continued to rub the skin on her shoulders even though the lotion had long disappeared from its surface.
“If you really want to know, it’s you. You park your bum here and then wriggle it on me − what’s a man to do but take some interest? I just love touching your skin, too. Your back is so fine. Your neck… you can’t just come over here and do that and not expect to get a twitch out of it!”
“She told me she’d make you twitch. That was the very word she used.
“Jesus Christ! Is there anything you two didn’t talk about?”
“Umm, nope!”
“Did your mother tell you what would happen right after she made me twitch?”
“Yes.”
“Then what was it?”
Natasha stood, turned herself around, stepped up to the seat and squatted. “This!” She said. She took hold of his erection, licked her other hand, smeared her shaven pussy with spit and then wriggled down onto him.
His eyes rolled backwards, and his lips parted. “Unnff.”
“Was it that Mitchell? What did you say?”
Mitchell’s eyes fluttered as her heat transferred across to him, flooding his body with pleasure.
“Was that what my mother did to you after she made you hard?”
“He opened his eyes and replied, “Yes.”
She began a slow rhythm of rising and falling. “What else, Mitchell? What else would she do to…
This excerpt comes from Michael Forman’s second novel, SEETHINGS 2. It’s adult fiction with dark twists.
SEETHINGS II follows the return of the Storm Killer as a body on a secluded beach in Moreton Bay, igniting fear and denial. While police dismiss the link, the media doesn’t. Mitchell Felding forms a dangerous bond with a man who understands his darkest impulses. When Natasha enters his life, carrying love letters from her murdered mother, intimacy deepens, and truth closes in. Some futures are inherited. Some have escaped.
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