The sky had darkened to a deep, velvety black. I can’t remember the last time I saw so many stars. Even though the big cities of Washington D.C. and Baltimore are relatively close, there is remarkably little light pollution out here at our anchorage. I can see patches of stars through the windows installed on the deck above the main cabin. The windows are flush with the deck. I hadn’t even noticed them earlier today, but now I can’t help staring. They are the only light coming into the cabin.

Earlier, I saw that the cabin was decorated in a simple, efficient, yet elegant style. There wasn’t a lot of room for ostentation on a sailboat, even one this large. The bed was huge, though, taking up nearly the entirety of the forward berth. It was surrounded by built-in cabinets of soft, light wood and the linens were creamy white and exceptionally soft.

But right now, I can’t see any of it. Other than the stars above, everything is black. But that doesn’t matter. I can feel Blake near me, smell him, sense him. I sit on the end of the bed, my legs pulled up under me. Blake is somewhere in the gloom behind me. I wait patiently, not knowing what to expect, but expecting something.

His hand brushes against my ear as he takes my hair in his fingers and pulls back slightly, just enough to excite the nerve endings in my scalp. Tingles ripple down my face and neck. He lets my hair fall back down and then runs the tip of his fingers from my shoulders to my wrists.

I can feel his breath on my neck. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t touch me, but I am still aware of his closeness. His fingers take hold of my t-shirt at the bottom and slowly lift it up. I raise my arms and he pulls it free. I hear its muffled landing on the carpeted floor. A brief touch and I feel the pressure of my bra disappear as he unhooks the clasps. I shrug my shoulders and the straps slide down my arms.

Just as my breasts come free, they are immediately enveloped in Blake’s warm, strong hands. He holds them gently, kneading them between his fingers. I feel his body come closer behind me. Then his legs appear on either side of mine. He pulls me back toward him, never taking his hands off my breasts. I lean into him, his bare chest radiating heat. Snugging up between his legs, I can feel that he is hard already. Teasingly, I rock my hips backward, grinding my ass onto his cock. He gives my nipple a little pinch in response. I squeak and laugh.

He keeps his hands on my breasts, rolling my nipples back and forth between his fingers until they are stiff. I feel his lips on my neck, just where it meets my shoulder. I reach back and run my hands through his hair, gripping it tight. One of his hands drops away from my chest and drifts to my lap. He snakes his fingers underneath the waistband of my pants and pushes deep in between my legs. I lift up my legs, opening them up, and resting them on top of his. He immediately takes advantage of the increased access and cups my whole sex in his hand. I start to moan as his fingers make little circular movements on the outside.

I lean my head back and he meets me, swallowing one of my moans with a deep kiss. He pulls me even closer against him, keeping firm, but gentle pressure between my legs. I bring my legs together, pressing hard on his hand and trapping it against me. He doesn’t make a move to remove it, he just keeps up his steady movements. I slide my pants down. Blake helps by lifting me clean off the bed and against his muscular chest. I kick the pants and panties to the floor and spread my legs wide again.

Blake has one hand in the center of my chest, holding me firmly against his body. His other is spreading apart my lips, teasing me, playing just around the edge of where I want him to be.

He removes his hands for an instant and I almost cry out in protest, but then I feel him grip me firmly around the waist and lift me up. My butt is pressed against his stomach, I understand what he’s about to do, so I reach down between my legs and find his long, beautiful, rock-hard cock. I stroke it up and down a few times until Blake, whether through tiredness at holding me up or pure desire, lowers me down onto him. I guide him inside, every inch a new wave of pleasure. Once I am all the way down, I lean back against him. He anchors one hand in my hair, gripping it softly. The other he wraps around my chest, just below my breasts so that they are resting on his forearm like a shelf.

I start to rock my hips back and forth, feeling him move inside me. My body starts to take over, following its own pleasure. I throw my head back and moan deeply. My hips pick up the pace. Then Blake leans forward, lifting me clear off the floor. He is still inside of me, but now he is standing and I am being held up by his powerful arms and his cock. I wrap my legs backward around his hips and he guides my hands to the counter. Then he puts his hands around my waist and begins to thrust. The change in motion is too much for me and I can feel an orgasm building in me almost immediately.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” I manage to breathe out.

Blake pulls all the way out and, unwrapping my legs, spins me around to face him.

“I want to see your face when you come,” he growls.

We are standing directly under a window, and a bit of moonlight allows us to just barely see each other. Blake’s face is filled with hunger. He lifts me back up and lowers me gently onto him. He bends down slightly as I wrap my legs around him again. Then he begins thrusting. He starts deep and he starts fast. I am brought right back to the brink. I lean back, trusting in his strong hands to keep me from falling backward. He plunges powerfully into me, little grunts of effort escaping his lips. Finally, the wave breaks and I cry out, grabbing whatever I can get my hands on to steady myself.

Moments later, Blake gives a few more deep thrusts and then collapses backward, spilling both of us onto the bed, exhausted.