Tia untied her bikini as she laid suntanning on the deck of the boat. She placed the colorful garment beside her, revealing her naked body, creamy white and smelling like coconut sun lotion. She leaned up on her elbows, pulling Marcus by the hands to pull him down to join her.

Marcus dropped his shorts and loomed over Tia, giving her a long, hard kiss, letting his face linger over hers for just a moment. Tia looked up at him, his right arm sliding under her left leg to push it up, knee approaching her breast as he positioned his big reddening head into the opening of her solitary southern star.

“You’re so beautiful,” Marcus said, looming above her, his lips finding her hard left nipple and taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it while his fingers found its partner, Tia’s own hands grabbing his as they fondled her, little pinches sending bolts of tiny pleasure into her rib cage, almost stopping her heart.

Marcus slipped himself into her tight back door even while looking her dead in the eyes, her pelvis craned forward and up.

Marcus slid himself up into her just a bit farther, his width and length spreading Tia out in front of him. He was slow and easy, pausing to let his first few inches sit idyl for just a moment before easing it back. Then he slid it in again, very slowly, every bit of Tia’s clit starting to burn with frustration.

Harder, faster, she wanted to cry out, pound me, you fucking bastard; pound me into the deck, through the hull, right to the bottom of the sea!

But she wasn’t about to interrupt him even if she could, the lump in her throat obstructing any words and most of her breath. Teeth clenched, eyes closed, she could only lay back and relish the feeling of that slow-moving monster inside of her even as it started pumping just a bit faster.

Marcus began a regular rhythm: in and out but only to the first third of the shaft, a nice easy set of strokes to heat up her crotch even more, juices flowing around her clit, dripping down to lubricate that delicious dong beneath.

Tia looked around, the sky expansive above her, a few white clouds drifting to obscure that glaring yellow sun. Something about being out in the open made her feel exposed, vulnerable, but also in some way invincible, like she was defying every social construct, every civilized impulse. She was flaunting her strength, bragging of their love and their superiority. Tia McBride and Marcus Pike were elevated above most others; she’d always known it and worked hard to make sure it was so. This was her time to revel in that, to work it with even greater pride and even some hubris. Let them see, she thought in the back of her sex-scrambled brain, let them take a good, hard look at how a real man fucks, and how a real woman fucks too. Let them see how we live, who we are, what we are. They don’t understand us, they never did and they never could. So let us be their mystery, their tantalizing ideal, their fantasy come frustratingly to life, just out of their reach.

Marcus sank deeper, holding a full half of that long cock inside her, from behind and from above, an incredible duality, motionless, her own hips wriggling and shifting to keep the friction alive. He began again, another cycle of pumps, faster and deeper than before, Tia’s body jutting with the force of his fuck. He interrupted his steady pump with circular motions, clockwise to counter the lateral moves and then counterclockwise to heighten the effect. The contrast in movements was both calculated and chaotic, and the effect on Tia’s body was both satisfying and antagonizing.

In deep and back, faster to rifle the tissues clenched around that cock, an unseen blur inside her, she was pinned beneath him, leg pushed up even farther to give him greater access. Tia arched her naked shoulders, reaching up as she craned her head to the side, wet, red hair gathered around her on the deck, lips in a silent pout.

The boat seemed to rock harder beneath them, as much affected by their churning energy above as by the rocking waves below. The thunk of the choppy waves against the fiberglass hull got louder, underscoring her heated panting, a stream of breathy confessions. The salty smell of the air filled her nostrils, mixing with their own mutual musk, a heady recipe unique to them and not to be matched nowhere else in the universe.

Marcus shook his hips to interrupt his rhythmic pummeling, the vibrations racing through Tia’s body and giving rise to another explosive orgasm. It began slowly, promising, no longer willing to hide in the recesses of her body. Marcus’s cock pushed into her, filling every tiny crevice, the painful pressure sweet inside of her. Tia shook her own hips to match his, pussy clamping down as he returned to a frenzied series of jabs, finding the perfect depth. Her body shook as her cum welled inside her, muscles along the backs of her legs tightening, toes clenching.

Tia groaned, her body clenching up, rebelling against itself and against her iron will and tyrannical rule. But she wasn’t alone. Marcus remained above her, his demands ringing in the back of her ears. Her muscles clenched to the point of crushing her bones, tendons ready to snap. Tia suppressed herself for a precious few seconds more.

But he kept pounding, steady and hard, in perfect sync with the beating of her heart and his own, as if they were a single creature. Her body felt like it was close to imploding, rib cage ready to collapse and crush her heart and lungs into pulp.

Marcus started pounding even harder, a maximum pounding that no sexual will could resist. “Cum for me, my pretty little pussy, my long lost love, cum so hard just for me!” Tia released a wordless wail, mouth twisting in an ecstatic frown. Her body shook with her orgasmic explosion, a bubble inside her that rose and burst and then rose again, juices splashing against the walls of her soul, bathing that buried cock inside her. And even beyond the deluge of chemicals, adrenaline coursing through her blood and tissues, she could feel Marcus’s cock flinch, spitting out wad after wad of his succulent pearlescent seed. Tia felt like she was melting, that they were melting into one another, two becoming one in a hot mess of soul and sweat.

Tia’s body trembled for what felt like hours. Marcus’s powerful arms were wrapped around her, holding her gently against his sweat-slick torso. A beautiful, refreshing ocean breeze washed over them, his breath hot on the back of her neck as they fell slowly to asleep, sunlight beaming down upon them, the water rocking them gently, a lone seagull flying overhead.