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He loved this boat. It was his private sanctuary from the world when he needed time and space to return to the reality of who he was. And he treated her with all the care and attention that a prized possession deserved. The Scarab was fast and sexy, a great way to release pent up emotions when he needed to get frustrations out of his system, but when he needed time to cool down and regroup, the St. Vitus Dance was his place of refuge.
He loved this boat. It was his release when he needed to unwind and rediscover his freedom. He cherished the times he could stand at her wheel and drive her across the ocean plains, controlling her sails like he would the reins of a wild stallion, cajoling her lovingly, like a benevolent master, to follow his commands. When the breeze was brisk they would gallop as one across the ocean waves.
Tonight though, the breeze was gentle, scarcely rippling the water, just enough to make the golden moonbeams dance across its glassy surface. It was a perfect southern Florida spring evening. The air was pleasant, warm and moist, cooler on the water than the stifling heat of the city. Sonny had taken off his shirt. He liked the feel of the air flowing across his chest as they slipped along. Standing at the giant stainless steel wheel of the St. Vitus Dance, he steered her with quiet authority through the waterway, away from the city's lights, her docks and harbours, her buildings and beaches; out towards Key Biscayne, the last link to Miami's vast network of streets and roadways, the final point of land before heading out onto the Atlantic’s vast ocean playground. They were motoring this evening. The sails remained stowed in their blue jackets - they could sleep tonight. Tomorrow would find them unleashed and billowing in the ocean winds.
Before she and Sonny had met, Caitlin had never been on a sailboat. The first time he introduced them to each other, the unfamiliar rocking motion had unnerved her, but no longer. It hadn’t taken her long to get her sea legs, and now she loved this refuge as much as Sonny did. It was the perfect place to spend this precious time together. She was standing behind him, leaning into his back, her arms around him. From time to time she couldn’t resist a tantalising nibble on his earlobe or neck.
"So, Crockett, just exactly how far are we going before you take advantage of my body."
‘Not far darlin’," he answered with a twinkle in his voice. He could feel her pressing into him, her closeness driving him wild with longing.
No, he was definitely not planning on travelling far tonight, just far enough to find a bit of peace and solitude. If that damned news crew hadn’t shown up, it was doubtful that they would have even left the marina. His number one objective right now was to get them away from the land-locked bloodsuckers, and find a sheltered location to throw out the pick.
He was heading to a favourite mooring on the waterway off Cape Florida, a peaceful, tranquil spot in the shelter of Key Biscayne. They were almost there now, just passing the last of the mansions that lined the island’s western shore. On a weekend this area would be overflowing with boats of all sizes and descriptions seeking escape from the crowded waterway, but tonight the St. Vitus Dance was the only boat here.
Finally they arrived. He brought the boat to a standstill and set the anchor. After he had her safely moored for the night, he turned around and saw Caitlin standing there at the top of the gangway leading from the cabin, a champagne bottle and two glasses in her hands.
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"You really did think of everything Crockett. I’m impressed. I bet you’ve had lots of experience seducing defenceless women in this love nest. But you won’t get me that easy - you’re gonna have ta earn it." She walked towards him seductively, her eyes never leaving his.
He reached out to wrap her in his arms.
"Uh un. Champagne first - then you can entice me to your will," she teased, handing him the bottle.
"You’re gonna make me do the whole thing, aren’t ya?" he asked. She was the devil when she wanted to be. She had done the same thing when he had proposed to her - made him go through the whole thing, bended knee and all. "God’s not gonna help you now," she had said.
"That’s right Crockett - the whole thing. You don’t think I’m easy do ya? You’re gonna have to seduce me if you want my body." She was teasing herself as much as she was teasing him, prolonging the moment, building the excitement.
All right - if she wanted to play this game, he could too ……… But he would definitely need God’s help to hold him back tonight.
He removed the foil wrapping from the neck of the bottle, undid the wire and popped the cork, never taking his eyes away from hers. He poured two glasses and took one for himself. Looping their arms around each other’s, they sipped the bubbly liquid. And then he leaned over to kiss her lips.
"Uh un Crockett," she teased, shaking her head. "You’re gonna have to do better than that."
Okay. You asked for it lady - it’s time to play.
He took another sip of the champagne, all the while staring intensely and provocatively into her alluring blue eyes, and then he put down his glass. Still staring, he took the glass from her hand and put it down beside his - everything in slow motion, never taking his eyes off hers. Unexpectedly, without saying a word, he picked her up in his arms, carried her down the stairs and set her down on her feet in the middle of the cabin. They were both stimulated by the promise of what was to come. He laid his hands on her shoulders and kept staring into her eyes. She reached up to grasp him around his neck.
"Uh un," he said, taking her arms and placing them at her sides. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, kissing each piece of newly exposed flesh as it appeared. Twice more she reached out to him, aching to touch his body and draw it to hers, and twice more he took her arms and moved them back to her sides, shaking his head and smiling a wicked smile, not saying a word. It was his turn to tease and delight.
With unbearable patience, he worked his way down to the last button, revealing at last her navel. This delicious morsel deserved his special attention. Holding her arms at bay, he bent down and kissed the dimple gently before snaking his hot wet tongue into the tiny cavern, moving it round and round in ever-widening circles. Finally it left its little hideaway and followed fleeting kisses, his mouth roaming the sea of pleasurable milky flesh, that was her abdomen, in a restless pattern. He heralded each kiss with soft puffs of steamy breath and gentle nibbles.
Standing upright again, he walked around her. At her back, while softly kissing her neck and shoulders, he undid the snaps of her bra and slipped it off, allowing it to drop to the floor. His hands reached around and caressed the now freed lily-white breasts, while his mouth smothered the long sensuous curve of slender neck in kisses and love bites to the resonance of the heavy breathing of his mounting passion. Slowly he made his way around to the front and gazed once again into her eyes, eyes that reflected the heightened arousal of his seductive tender ministrations. His hands grasped her luxurious skin as he bent his head down to taste the delicate white mounds, sucking on the nipples, frisking the sensitive tips with gentle strokes from his flickering tongue.
No longer able to hold back the excitement mounting within her, moans of pleasure escaped, and freed at last to move at will, her arms encircled him and drew him to her.
"Oh God Sonny! I love you," she called out in her desire. "Please Sonny," she pleaded.
Still he resisted the urge to take her. How, he didn’t know. He pushed away from her once again.
"Not yet darlin’," he whispered softly.
His hands moved to her waist, shoving inside the band of her pants caressing the soft silky skin beneath. As he moved his hands in ever larger circles over her hips and buttocks, gradually the last of her clothes dropped around her, revealing the whole of her voluptuous nakedness. Her hands in turn reached for his waist, desperately seeking to release his manhood. He knew he could not resist her advances much longer, but he had one more game to play.
Once again he grabbed her arms and forced them away. He knelt down in front of her, and gently easing her legs apart, he ran his lips and tongue up the inside of her legs, first one and then the other, from each knee to the delicate bush of hair where the limbs joined. Parting the lips of her labia with gentle fingers, his tongue relentlessly brushed the nub of her clitoris. He could sense the shivers of erotic pleasure race up and down her body as she called out his name again and again. Her hands kneaded the strong muscles of his back and her nails dug into his skin as the first of the orgasms he planned for her this night exploded within her.
He stood once again, gazing one last time into her love-glazed eyes. Her hands reached for his waist and this time he let her. He had to - his own arousal was crying for escape from its tight confines. When the trousers fell about him he could no longer play the game. They grasped each other, their naked bodies rubbing together in the pulse of each other’s desire. He picked her up and carried her to the berth, laying her gently on the bed. With the warmth of the evening and the heat of their passion, no covers would be needed tonight.
They continued to make love, taking turns titillating each other to the peak of arousal. He brought her to climax after climax, holding back as long as he could. But finally he could resist entering her no longer. His shaft, unleashed at last, found its own rhythm, moving in and out at will, her body responding to the ever quickening cadence of his thrusts, until they finally exploded in glory together.