Page 38 of Off the Hook

“Muscle memory, I guess.” She laughed, her eyes never leaving the water.

It wasn’t long before she had a bite. The rod bent sharply, and she reacted, setting the hook and starting the fight.

“Keep the line tight!” I shouted. “You need some help?”

“I got it!” She said, fighting the tarpon with surprising skill. The fish fought, rolling in the water, running when it could, but after a few minutes, she brought it up alongside the boat. I helped her carefully unhook it. She held it up, just long enough for a quick picture, before releasing it back into the wild.

“Oh wow!” She threw her arms around me, pecking my lips with a kiss. “That was exhilarating! Let’s do it again!”

“See! You’re a natural!” I said, and Faith beamed.

“This was a great idea,” she said, resetting her rod and casting again. “I haven’t had this much fun since I moved down here.”

“More fun than last night?”

Her brows wiggled over her blue eyes. “A different kind of fun.” She reeled in her line slowly. “I bet I can catch another one before you do.”

Her enthusiasm was so infectious, I felt like a kid again. As the sun climbed higher, casting its bright light over the water, I realized how easy and comfortable it was justbeingwith her. I felt a little guilty when I hooked another tarpon before she did. Faith cheered me on while I fought him though. While unhooking him, I said, “Sorry, I should have let you win.”

“Nuh-uh. I like to win fair and square,” she said with a stubborn determination that made her even cuter.

“Alright, your turn.” I packed up my rod and watched her cast and reel with great resolve. In the serenity of the backcountry, we experienced several long periods of silence that weren’t the least bit awkward. Being with her was easy.

When she finally hooked another one, the rod bent sharply and I could tell it was a big one. “Hold on!” I shouted, grabbing her around the waist before the monster pulled her in with him. It was twice the size of the fish I’d just landed. I anchored her hips and said, “Fight! Don’t let him win!”

Feeling her muscles flex on her tight little frame turned me on. I steadied her as the boat rocked wildly while she fought to reel him in. “You are strong as an ox,” I mused, reaching over the side to unhook the silver demon she had conquered.

“Oh my god, Coulter. He was huge!”

“He was,” I laughed, plopping back in the bottom of the boat, and pulling Faith down with me. “You were amazing.”

She propped her head on one hand, elbow on my chest, and looked down at me. “You’re pretty fucking amazing yourself.”

“Fucking amazing? Or amazing at fucking?”

“Hmm. I dunno,” she said cheekily, her hand trailing down my bare chest to rest on the growing bulge in my board shorts. “I’d say both.”

Her lips met mine, warm and soft. The sweet kisses heated under the midday sun while she stroked my cock through the fabric. My palms worked their way up her back under the borrowed tank and I groaned with the pulse of my dick growing harder. She raised up, smiling as she straddled my hips and pulled the tank over her head.

Pressing her pelvis into me, she rolled over my erection, her beautiful boobs swaying. I raised up, drawing her bare chest against mine and pulling her to my lips. In a quick maneuver, I flipped her over, slowly lowering her back to the deck of the boat. I rolled the spandex shorts down over her tanned brown legs that glistened in the sunlight. “God, you’re gorgeous.” My fingers moved between her thighs, parting the plump lips of her perfect little pussy.

The details of her perfection in broad daylight made my cock crave her, pressing harder than ever against the velcro of my board shorts. Like she’d read my mind, she tugged at the tie on my waistband, a wry smile on her lips. The sound of the velcro ripping open was enough to make me want to explode. My hips wiggled out of my shorts but I knew better than to enter her just yet. Kissing her neck, I let out a warm, heavy breath in her ear. “Damn, woman, what you do to me.”

Faith moaned, her wet pussy pulsing with desire while I circled her clit. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this, Coulter.”

At least we were in the same boat. “Good,” I said, staring into her eyes. I watched her face contort when my fingertips flicked over her pea-sized pleasure spot. Her wide eyesstayed fixed on mine while I flicked harder and faster. When she reached the point of gasping between moans, I left her clit and quickly pushed two fingers inside her silky folds. She felt like heaven. Pumping into her, I positioned my thumb so that it stroked her clit every time my fingers entered. Slinking my other hand up her side, I found her nipple, rolling it between my forefinger and thumb.

Her hips writhed under me as her moans climbed in pitch. Her face twisted, almost painfully, her eyes wide with anticipation as she reached the brink. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she shouted to the sky before letting out a long, screeching wail. A blue heron took flight out of the nearby mangroves, scared out of hiding and abandoning its perch. Faith’s eyes glazed over as her whole body trembled beneath me.

“Fuck, Coulter,” she gasped. “How do you do that?”

I settled on top of her, cradling her head under my hand. “I listen to your body and give it what it needs,” I growled into her ear, sliding into her with a single, slow thrust of my hips.

Faith’s eyes widened, staring deep into mine as I pushed to her limit. Holding there, with her stretched taut around me, I throbbed. After only a few slow pumps, I felt a rush building at the base of my cock, way too soon. I pulled out of her in a hurry, stammering to conjure an excuse instead of admitting that she was too sexy and I couldn’t control myself with her. “I don’t want to hurt you. This nonskid deck will tear up your back.”

Faith blinked at me, seemingly confused, but she followed my lead when I pulled her hand to lift her to her feet. Kissing her forehead, I brushed off her back. “Your skin is so soft and delicate.”

She had a coy smile, running her hand down my chest. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing. “There’s nothing soft about this.” She wiggled free from my hold and released me from her hands as she turned her back to me. Bending over, she placed her hands on the port side gunnel of the boat, rubbing her ass over my cock while smiling back over her shoulder. “You were right…this should be much more comfortable.”

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