Up and down… up and down. Our movements are in sync with each other's. Brandy is on top, riding me while I am on my back, bathing in the pure bliss of this moment.
Up and down… up and down. My hands roam her back, fingers squeezing and kneading as they go. Exploring, probing, touching… wandering her peaks and valleys. Brandy's skin is soft and warm, and I know my hands must feel rough to her.
Up and down… up and down. I'm moaning and grunting as our rhythm increases, the need for release building in both of us. The boat rocks and makes a scraping sound against the branches of the fallen tree. The sky looks different, the stars twinkle with more intensity. We both begin to pant, then Brandy kisses me again, full on the lips with and with an eagerness I kiss her back… deeply.
Up and down… up and down. I can feel it building… I can feel that feeling in my toes and I know if we keep this pace going I won't last much longer. I can feel her clenching and grinding with each push and thrust and I can sense her climax is not far off.
Up and down… up and down. I'm on the build up… I break the kiss, my hand moves to the back of her head, pulling her close… our cheeks touch again… my skin tingles from it. “I'm not gonna last much longer…” I whisper raspily into her ear… “just a.. a little more.”
“Me neither… “she replies in a husky whisper. Brandy's pace quickens… she mumbles something into my ear that I don't quite catch. My pulse is pounding in my ears… my entire body tingles… I'm throbbing and swollen and I can feel my release coming on.
Its right there and I explode. “Ohhhh FUCK!” I practically shout and my entire body spasms with the first pulse of my climax. I groan as another spasm shoots through me… my eyes are open, my gaze is locked onto Brandy's face.
Her eyes are shut, her face contorts as her orgasm hits. Brandy's body convulses and spasms, her hands are on my shoulders and her nails are digging into my skin as her hands clench.
We're grunting, groaning with each pulse and spasm. I’m still watching her eyes, they pop open as her grip on my shoulder eases. My heart is pounding in my chest as I reach up and pull her down into a kiss. My skin has a sheen of perspiration, as does Brandy's, yet her skin still feels warm.
It's a soft kiss at first, lips just barely touching then untouching. Little pecking kisses. I pull her closer, hold her tighter as our breathing begins to return to normal. Brandy is laying fully on me, her weight pressed into my chest. Basking in the afterglow, my hands roam her back, caressing her skin underneath the green shirt. I can feel a goofy grin spread across my lips.
Then I feel something in my back, like I am laying on something. It becomes uncomortable and I need to move. I let out a little “groan” and try to sit up. Brandy scoots off to my side, turning as she does so and I manage to grab hold of rope and pull it out from under me and the blanket as I sit up. Both of us have our backs resting against the boat seat. I hold up the end of the rope and look at the size of the knot I was laying on. “I’ve been laying on this the entire time,” I think as I toss it to the side.
Brandy shifts her weight and presses into me and I swing my arm up over her as she nestles into my shoulder and the crook of my arm. My hand comes to rest on her shoulder and I pull her closer then kiss the top of her head. “How do you feel?” I ask, then not waiting for a reply I continue.
“I feel wonderful,” I say, “comforted and loved and special…” Then I take a look around… “Oh my goodness… look at the water.”
Brand gasps as her eyes take in the sight. The water is glowing with moon diamonds. They're much, much brighter than before and they seem to have multiplied. The brilliance of them is amazing.
“Quick,” Brandy says, “the net.”
We start to look around for it but don't see it right away. “There,” I say while pointing, “it's overboard. The handle is on your side… on the gunnel.” The handle of the net is entangled in the rope.
Brandy grabs the handle of the tadpole net and pulls it in…
