In a Boat on a River...
Happy birthday, Lady Fire ( @firethatgrewsolow )! 🔥❤
A little pressie from your fellow Gilmour girl...
Enjoy ❤
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Feeling the cool air caress her skin, she's glad she'd thrown on a shawl before taking a walk.
It's been fun exploring different paths every night, and tonight's path has taken her down to the river.
She's gathered quite the bouquet of wildflowers by the time she happens upon a very large river boat, moored by the edge of a quiet meadow.
Sitting down in the grass, she admires how the rich golden tones of the boat's wood panelling perfectly compliments the green that frames the windows. The wrought iron railings and marquee surrounding the upper deck makes her dream of lavish parties with chilled rosé and soft music, guests dressed in flowing summer dresses and soft linen suits.
She's so lost in thought that she fails to notice the handsome older man who's walked up behind her. Only when he gently clears his throat is she pulled out of her reverie.
Startled, she looks up into a pair of deep, blue eyes.
He squats down next to her;
"Beautiful, isn't she?"
"Gorgeous. I was just imagining what she must be like with the lights on, a party in full swing, on a late summer night like this."
He eyes her before asking,
"Would you like to see inside?"
"I'd love to, but I don't think it's open at the moment."
He gives a wry smile:
"Well, it just so happens, I have the magic key..."
In her mind she thinks 'I bet you have...', but manages to - hopefully - school her features into polite surprise, and what actually comes out is:
"You do? Do you work on board?"
His soft chuckle makes his eyes dance as he says:
"You could say that."
She must look confused because he adds:
"She's mine; a combined cottage and recording studio, if you will."
With a raised eyebrow she replies:
"All the easier to mix business with pleasure, huh?"
The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. Oh, god! She can feel her cheeks burn as she blushes. He doesn't seem to mind her comment, however, quite the opposite, in fact. His eyes crinkle with mirth as he nods,
"You know what the say about 'all work and no play'..."
Standing up, he holds out a hand;
"Shall we?"
It may be madness, but there is a magnetic pull between them that makes her throw caution to the wind and allow him to escort her on board.
He gives her a tour and the exterior details of the boat are even more beautiful up close while the eclectic decor inside tells tales of travels across the world.
Her body tingles as he once again takes her hand, leading her to the upper deck.
Effortlessly opening a bottle, he pours them each a glass of wine.
The first sip feels positively decadent, rich, full bodied, everything one could want a red wine to be.
He's quietly observing her, and she wonders what he's thinking.
Taking another sip of the exquisite wine, she asks:
"What?"
"Did it live up your expectations?", he asks, gesturing around.
"It surpassed them," she narrows her eyes playfully, "but I'm fairly certain you knew it would."
His voice has lowered to a rumble as he leans in and whispers in her ear:
"I always aim to please."
His voice reverberates through her whole body, a cavalcade of erotic scenarios flash before her eyes making her core clench with need.
Unable to stop a quiet moan from escaping, she slowly opens her eyes - when did she close them? - only to find him looking at her with such raw desire it takes her breath away.
It's now or never. Seizing the moment, she leans closer and breathes: "Tell me to stop."
Rather than answering, his lips crash down on hers; just as soft as she'd imagined, coaxing her lips open to his.
Strong arms close around her back and she feels herself go boneless as their kiss deepens.
His lips leave hers far too soon, and she's ready to protest, when he leads her below deck.
Her dress and shawl are left in their wake as they pass through the cabins, and when they reach the large bed at the aft, he helps her slide out of her now soaked knickers.
The bed yields underneath her as she lays back, watching him, quivering with desire as his eyes devour her.
Finding his desire mirrored in her eyes, he kneels on a Moroccan pouf and pulls her to the edge of the bed.
Calloused fingers caress her, slowly making their way towards the apex of her thighs as his lips follow their path - kissing, licking, the occasional nip of his teeth - and just when she thinks she can no longer stand the wait, his full lips find her core.
The teasing, the anticipation and her burning desire for him create a burst of pleasure when his tongue finally makes contact.
He taunts her, flicks around and around her most sensitive point, never quite giving her what she wants.
His short, three-day scruff rasps and tickles her in a way that sends her senses onto overdrive.
Her eyes close and she nearly sobs as he continues to lick and kiss her everywhere except where she desires the most.
Desperate with need, she raises her hips while sliding her fingers into his short, white hair, trying to steer his mouth closer.
She feels him laugh softly into her, the vibrations nearly sending her over the edge.
Then... No! No, no, no, no! He pulls away from her, and she whines at the loss of contact.
"Look at me."
Her eyes shoot open and find his.
"What do you need?"
Despite the situation, she finds herself blushing at being asked so directly.
After a few false starts - "Go on, use your words" (cheeky!) - she finally manages to find her voice:
"Make me come. Please. Oh, please make me come."
The grin that spreads across his face is the sexiest sight she's ever seen.
She can't hold back a whimper when, with a whispered "Good girl", he finally dives back in.
This time there's no more teasing, no more beating around the bush (no pun intended), he finds her most sensitive spot and his tongue plays her like a finely tuned guitar.
Over and over he plays the most intrcate solos with his tongue, every so often detouring further down to drink of the nectar that now flows freely from her wellspring.
The sensation builds, fire spreading through her whole body, and just when she thinks she'll be consumed by it, his full lips close around her pearl, sucking it into his mouth while his very skilled tongue massages her.
Higher and higher, closer and closer to heaven, until her whole world explodes into an oblivion of white light, his mouth dismantling her very existence into earth-shattering fireworks.
