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“Oh yesss,” he moaned as I knelt between his thighs and took his cock into my hand, my mouth. I instantly remembered the taste and feel of him, the weight of his balls cradled in my hand. I’d been such a young, naive girl then, so unsure but willing to learn. Very teachable, oh yes, definitely that.

I’d learned a lot since the last time Doc and I had been together.

“Oh Christ!” His hips bucked as my tongue made fat, flat sweeps around the head of his cock, pausing to give a little extra attention to the sweet spot, flicking back and forth at the frenulum. My fingernails-never anywhere near as long as Mrs. B’s, but still long enough to do the job-scratched lightly over his balls as I sucked him in, my nose pressed into the dark thatch of his pubic hair.

Then I really showed him what I could do, working his cock with my mouth and hand at once, nice short even strokes that had him swelling nicely in my hand, his breath beginning to match my pace. Whenever I felt his cock twitch, that gentle, telltale throb, I’d take him deep and hold him there, using my tongue to press him against the roof of my mouth until his breathing slowed a little. And then I’d begin again, those sweet, short strokes, making soft, hungry noises in my throat as I sucked him.

“Ahhhhh baby, wait,” he finally groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “I want to fuck you.”

I wanted it, too. Unzipping my skirt, I slid it and my panties down and tossed them with his suit on the floor of the raft. Doc lifted my shirt and pulled it off as I straddled him, rubbing his cock between my swollen pussy lips. His eyes were dark as his gaze swept over me in the moonlight and his hands followed, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples as I jerked him against my clit.

“Put it in,” he murmured, shifting his hips. “I want-ohhhhh god!” I was wet enough to take him in without any resistance and our hips met as I slid down all the way to the base. Giving a little whimper, I made little circles in his lap, feeling his cock moving deep inside me. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips, rocking me back and forth, his fingers digging in as we fucked.

“Faster,” he urged, lifting me upward as he slid deeper into the raft, so his head was resting on the floor. I did what he asked, leaning forward and grabbing onto the edge of the inflatable raft, rocking faster, taking him deeper with every thrust. Doc found my nipples with his tongue, sending sweet waves of pleasure down to my aching clit.

His hands moved over my ass, spreading me wider as he began to take over the movement, thrusting up into me, his tongue still bathing my nipples in saliva. I was so close I could barely keep myself from coming, but I wanted it to last and last, the sweet swell of his cock inside of me, the hard pounding of his hips against mine.

“Oh Ronnie… baby…” I knew the sound in his throat, that low growl, telling me he was about to come. I ground my hips against his, feeling the boat rocking faster with our motion, making me dizzy. I closed my eyes and slid my hand down between us, searching through the wetness for the aching bud of my clit, needing just a little nudge to push me over the edge.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” He groaned and thrust deep, shuddering beneath me, and the sound and feel of his climax sent me over. I trembled in his arms, feeling the pulse of his cock as my own orgasm overtook me, my pussy clenching and releasing as I came.

“Oh Doc,” I whispered, as he pulled me close and I shivered, cold now in the night air, our bodies covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh… oh…”

“So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth, as he rolled to his side and tucked me into the raft beside him, our limbs entangled. His fingers moved through my hair as we kissed, lost in the moment, and I wondered if he was remembering, too, the first time we’d been together alone like this.

“Good as you remembered?” I whispered, tilting my head back so I could look into his eyes.

He smiled. “Better.”

Suddenly, I sat up, looking around us in the darkness. “Doc! How are we going to get back! We’re so far!” I pointed toward the shore, the house a faint light in the distance.

“Didn’t I ask you to trust me?” Doc chuckled as he sat up, reaching over the side of the boat. I watched as he miraculously produced an oar and snapped it into place. He did the same on the other side.

“Velcro,” he explained, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose.

“There’s always a spare set.”

“So we were safe the whole time?” I sat back, incredulous.

He cocked his head at me and smiled. “What do you think?” The metaphor wasn’t lost on me, and I smiled, quiet as I began to pull my clothes back and Doc started to row us back toward shore.

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My heart sank when I saw Henry sitting on the beach as Doc pulled the raft the last few feet in to shore. Had he followed me? Or was everyone back, I wondered, my gaze moving toward the windows in the house, looking for signs of movement. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t alone.