Not at all for the first time that night, he found himself wishing he'd had the forethought to get them a flat bottomed boat. It would make all of this so much easier. The massaging, no matter how good it felt, wasn't enough to offset the things she was able to do to him with her mouth. Just the fact that she had wanted to and seemed to be enjoying herself was enough to have him breathless.

During her breathing break, he cupped both of her cheeks with his hands, thumbs gently rubbing across the soft skin. If he had thought he could bend forward without possibly rocking the boat, he would have kissed her then. The moment passed, and with the renewed assault, he had to reach back again toward the mast. He needed the extra support with his hips jerking harder. They were still small motions. He had enough control for that, but his vocalizations were coming more frequently, low groans on his exhales. The pleasure was slower to build than it would have been before his first release. He still didn't think it would be long. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he murmured.