“Let’s go,” he said, motioning for her to continue down the dock. The man sitting in the rental cabin got out as soon as he saw Julian and pointed out the last sailboat on the end. It wasn’t a particularly big boat, maybe fifteen feet long, but the mast loomed overhead menacingly.
“How do I get in?”
Julian held out his hand to support her. She stepped into the boat carefully, her weight tilting precariously to one side before Julian caught her and eased her down onto the seat.
“Just sit there until we’re out on the ocean,” he said. His fingers quickly untied the knots on the mast, and he pulled the main sail up. The fabric caught in the light breeze and snapped open, the boat leaning to one side as the wind filled the sail.
“You’ve done this before, right?” Shannon asked.
“Don’t worry,” Julian said. “You know how to swim, right?”
Shannon’s eyes went wide as Julian put one foot on the pier and pushed off, swinging the boat around and sitting down next to Shannon. He took the steering rod, or whatever it was called, and turned the boat so that the sail stopped flapping, caught by the wind. The boat took off more quickly than Shannon expected, and after just a few seconds they were skimming across the water, the pier disappearing into the distance behind them.
“This is the boom,” Julian said, tapping his fingers on the metal part underneath the sail. “Don’t stand up while we’re turning, or it’ll hit you on the head.”
Shannon nodded. Julian named all of the other parts of the boat, but her attention was drawn to the wide white sail reflecting the morning sunlight above their heads. Behind them the sailboat left a small white wake in the dark ocean water. The whole scene filled her with delight.
They sailed on for a few minutes in silence, Julian adjusting the angle of the boat whenever the sail started to droop. Shannon leaned back, letting the sun warm her even as the cool air streamed across her skin. With every minute came a new pleasure - the salty smell of the air, the echoes of gulls flying overhead.She dipped one hand into the ocean over the side of the boat, letting the cold water stream through her fingers. The boat was moving slower, the wind easing up as they entered a calm spot in the ocean.
“Eeeeeh!” Shannon squealed. She pulled her hand up from the water. “What was that?!”
Julian looked behind them and chuckled.
“The kelp?”
Shannon turned to see. Sure enough, a giant floating mess of seaweed stretched alongside her side of the boat. The green tendrils drifted slowly in the waves, their broad leaves interspersed with bulbous nodes.
“It looks like an alien,” Shannon said. “Or the Loch Ness monster.”
“It might be,” Julian said. He had moved up to the front of the boat and was letting the main sail down. “Only one way to be sure.”
Before Shannon could say anything, Julian had secured down the sail and hopped up to the side. She yelped as he dove gracefully off of the boat into the dark ocean, disappearing with a small splash over the side.
“Julian!”
She stood up and looked down into the water, but she couldn’t see anything. Had he swum under the boat? Her eyes darted across the surface of the waves. Where the hell was he? Her heart began to beat faster. It had been too long. A minute, maybe more.
“Julian!”
A splash from behind made her spin around, tilting the boat. She inhaled sharply, grabbing the side for balance. Julian was treading water just behind the boat, a giant leaf of kelp on his head like an ill-fitting hat.
“I am the San Diego monster,” he said in a deep voice. “Obey my command.”
“Anything you wish, monster,” Shannon said, tilting her head. “I will obey.”
A funny look came over Julian’s face.
“Come in,” he said.
“In? It’s cold!” Shannon wasn’t wearing anything that she could swim in, anyway. At least Julian had his swim trunks on.
“It’s not that bad,” Julian said. “At least not once you get used to being numb.”
“You’re really selling this,” Shannon said.
“Come on,” Julian asked, and in his voice was a neediness that Shannon was unused to. “You said you would obey.”
“What should I wear?” Shannon asked. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“We’re out in the middle of the ocean,” Julian said. “You don’t need a bathing suit.” He swam up to the side of the boat. “Hurry up, my balls are starting to shrivel.”
“Heaven forbid,” Shannon said, darting a glance around the ocean before starting to strip. He was right. The ocean around them was empty for as far as she could see. The sun’s rays warmed every inch of her body as she took off her shirt, then her bra, then everything else. She moved to the back of the boat, letting her legs swing over the side.
“Are you sure?” she said. Her toes were already numb with the coldness of the water. Julian swam up and put his arm around her, splashing cold water onto her skin. She squealed, and he pulled her entirely off of the boat. They splashed backwards into the water together, Shannon gasping for breath in the cold waves, feeling completely vulnerable in her nak*d state. She held onto Julian’s hand as she treaded water, her heart pounding as her body adjusted to the cold.
“It’s freezing,” she gasped.
“Just a little nippy,” Julian said. He let go of Shannon’s hand and swam backwards, letting himself float on his back. Shannon took a deep breath and followed suit.
Floating on the surface of the ocean, she felt weightless, insignificant. Her br**sts rose above the surface of the water, her n**ples hard with the chill of the morning air. As she lay motionless, letting her body move with the slow waves, she accepted the cold and rose above it. It seemed to her that she was outside of her own body, part of the ocean itself. The sun shone down and warmed her face even as the cold water chilled every other part of her. It was entirely silent out here, silent and peaceful.
Then a tendril of kelp brushed her foot and she kicked out instinctively, breaking the silence with her splashing. She looked around to find Julian, who was already over by the side of the boat. He swung himself over easily and motioned for her to come back. She swam to the boat slowly, savoring the cold on her body. When she got to the side of the boat, Julian reached down and helped her over.
It was a strange feeling to come out of the water, her body weighing her down as she rose from the black waves. Every inch of her was covered in goosebumps, and she shivered uncontrollably.
“Here,” Julian said, handing her a towel. She accepted it gratefully, her teeth chattering. As she dried herself, she noticed Julian watching her with hungry eyes as he toweled himself off. She finished patting down her wet hair and handed the towel back to him.
“Can I have my clothes?” she asked. They lay on the seat right next to Julian, but instead of picking them up he brushed them aside and leaned forward. The boat tilted in the water as he came over to her and pressed his lips hard against hers.
“Julian? Julian!” She yelped as he released her, sending the boat rocking. He tore off his shirt and his swim trunks, tossing them aside.
“Julian,” she began to protest, but his mouth was on hers again and he was pulling her down to the floor of the boat with him. She had never felt his embrace like this, so needy, so demanding. He did not say a word as he threw her roughly to the bottom of the boat and pressed himself on top of her. She could feel his erection against her stomach growing harder and harder as he kissed her, his mouth stifling her words.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as he moved his hands over her body possessively, caressing her arms, her side, her br**sts. Two of his fingers grasped one of her n**ples and twisted until she squealed. Her cold body quickly warmed under his hands, and as he pinched and pulled her nipple she felt the shocks of pleasure and pain running simultaneously through the length of her body and awakening her to full arousal. He did not seem to notice or care as his hands moved over her, squeezing her hard wherever he wanted.
As she felt her desire growing hotter within her, Julian pressed one of his legs between her thighs, forcing them open violently. She opened her mouth but could only draw a single gasp of air as he thrust his swollen c*ck into her with one swift motion.
This was a different side to Julian, one that she had never seen before. Before, his every motion had been about her pleasure, about making her comfortable. Now, though, she could sense that there was something driving him to the savage neediness with which he plunged into her. He acted like an animal, a beast rutting between her legs. She moaned as he thrust upwards into her, spearing her with his huge cock. The waves lapped against the side of the boat and overhead the boom swung from side to side.
“Julian,” she cried, and then his hand ran through her hair and gripped it hard, tilting her head back and exposing her neck. She swallowed the scream in her throat as he thrust forward again, again, moving frantically above her to the rhythm of his own desire. Her body arched up to match his, the shocks of his body crashing into hers echoed by the rocking of the boat in the water. She could feel herself responding to the savageness of his want, meeting him in that blind and brutal place where only animal lust resided.
The sky above her eyes was turning a brighter and brighter blue, the sun rising above the horizon. She felt the rolling of the boat under her body as Julian rolled into her. His hand moved from her hair to her neck, and she felt the movement of his fingers on her throat, his palm pushing hard at the hollow at the base of her neck. The feeling of vulnerability took her over, and she released control entirely, letting Julian use her body without thought to what he would do or how. She needed him as much as he needed her, and he could do with her what he willed.
His other hand came down to her hip and grasped her there, pulling her back and forth onto his c*ck as he continued thrusting. The pressure on her neck increased and she let her head tilt back, wisps of clouds making their slow way across the sky above her. Julian rocked forward into her, filling her and stretching her out inside, then rocked back. Forward, then back. She looked back at him. His hair fell over his closed eyes, his mouth set in a hard, determined line. His skin glistened either with sweat or with the water of the ocean, his body slick against hers.
Her orgasm came upon her without warning, as he thrust hard at a different angle deep into her body. Her body felt weightless again as she thrashed under him, clenching tight against his swollen hard cock, letting the passion take her over as she screamed without any thought as to who could hear, her moans coming out of her body without hesitation.
Julian paused as though he was trying to hold back, then withdrew quickly. The shudders of orgasm still rippled through Shannon’s body as Julian came onto her stomach, his c*ck twitching against her skin. He collapsed above her, his head sinking onto her shoulder, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his juices between them, the hot stickiness on her skin.
Shannon could tell that he had needed this, and her hand came up to cradle his head. She pressed a kiss onto his forehead.