CHAPTER 10

~Josh's POV~ -

The sun is beginning to descend, lighting the sky in a golden hue. We all feel the temperature dropping and decide it's time to put our dry clothes back on. Donna insists on covering the wheel while Sam takes the first turn to change below deck. I keep my one arm wrapped around her shoulders, both for warmth and just because, as she concentrates on keeping the wheel steady. We're moving along but not at break neck speed. The wind is whipping Donna's flaxen hair, textured by the salt water, and with the setting sun's glow, she looks like a beach goddess. I make it my duty to try and distract her from her duty and begin kissing up her shoulder and neck.

"Joshua, do you want me to wreck this boat?" she warns.

"Donna, there's nothing out here to hit. You won't let me drive so I need to do something to entertain myself. And you… you are thoroughly entertaining." I continue my assault on her neck and she bends her head, giving me better access. I work my way up to her ear, nibbling playfully on her lobe. Her quick intake of breath energizes me to further my exploration.

"Josh, Sam's gonna be back up here any minute," she says with a whine. I can tell her reserves are waning.

"But he's not up here yet. And I've barely gotten to touch you all day."

"Josh, since we got in the water, you've barely been away from me for 5 minutes."

"I mean with my lips… I've only gotten to kiss you fully twice. You're like a drug. Can't get enough," I say as I plant kisses down her chest, stopping at the zenith of her swimsuit top. She whimpers when I don't continue, making me grin. I love that I can do this to her now. I lower my arm from around her neck, letting it slowly caress her back before wrapping around her side and brushing the underside of her breast. She gasps again and bites her bottom lip, her eyes still straight ahead trying to ensure we don't hit a buoy or something.

"What's wrong, Donnatella? Need me to drive?" I ask in a low tone before caressing my hand lower over her taught abdomen… then lower yet, letting my fingers skim just under the apex of her swimsuit bottoms. I feel her squeeze her legs together, attempting to relieve some of the tension I know she's feeling. I move behind her more and let her feel just what this little game is doing to me too.

"Josh…" she says breathily. I pull her back against me just a millimeter further before resting my chin on her shoulder, hugging her from behind.

"I know, baby. I know…" I sooth. Just then Sam comes bounding back up on to the deck. Donna moves to step out of my embrace, but I hold on, whispering, "Not a good idea right this moment," before grinding against her to drive my point home.

"Hey guys! All dry and warm. Thanks for playing captain, Donna. You're turn down there."

"I'll go too!" I say quickly. Donna turns to look at me, trying to figure out just what the hell I'm doing. "That way we can pack all our stuff up while we're down there and be ready to dock," I shrug innocently.

"Kay, go ahead. I'll man the ship me mates!" Sam declares with his corny attempt at a pirate's accent.

"Yeah… you can't leave me up here alone with Ahab," I say so Sam can hear.

"Hey!"

"Just kidding. We'll be right back," I tell him, grabbing the damp towel from behind us to cover my arousal before following Donna toward the ladder.

Once we're below deck, I twirl Donna in to me and start kissing her passionately. At first she seems surprised, but within a second she's kissing back just as much. Our tongues are fighting for control and I start nudging her back toward the small bed in the sleeping quarters. I could stop. I know I should stop. But I really don't want to. And she doesn't seem to be complaining right now. We can't actually make love. I'm pretty sure we'd literally rock the boat pretty hard and I don't think Sam's oblivious enough to NOT notice that. But Donna is making that mewling sound again as I start giving her right nipple the proper attention I denied it a few minutes ago and I feel the need to draw that sound out of her more.

"Shhh, honey, we have to be quiet. I want to hear you, just try and keep it at a 'for our ears only' level," I tell her as I pull her top down and bend to take her pink bud in my mouth, running my tongue over the pert peak before drawing it between my lips, sucking gently. There's that sound again. Music to my ears. They should really make that sound in to a record. I don't want to ignore her left breast, so I move in that direction as I let my right hand travel south, cupping her and applying light pressure above her bikini bottoms. Donna moans softly and moves to slip her hand toward my shorts. We've made our way in to the cramped sleeping quarters and I push the door 95% closed to help drown out our voices more. Before she has a chance to touch me and I lose all cognitive ability, I push her bikini bottoms aside and run my fingers through her folds, giving special attention to her swollen bundle of nerves. "Josh..." she whispers in my ear. My mouth is peppering her shoulders and chest with kisses as I dip first one, then two fingers in to her hot, wet tunnel. Her knees buckle and she quickly catches herself and wraps one arm around my neck, burying her hand in the hair at the back of my neck. As I caress her with my hand, she reaches for me once again, stroking me through my shorts. "Agh, god, Donna..." I moan. She undoes the tie of my shorts and quickly dips her hand inside, gripping me tightly as she runs her thumb over the head of my cock. I didn't think I could get any harder, but she's just defied that logic.

I continue my ministrations, using my free arm to direct her left leg up on to the bed, giving me better access. As I apply more pressure and speed up my caress of her hot walls, she moans deeply. Her hand starts to pump me in earnest. "You feel so good, honey," I tell her. "God, Josh. I'm so close baby. More..." she sighs. I start rubbing my palm against her clit as she tightens her grip on my cock. "You like that?" I ask. "Mmmm..." she moans. "Come for me, Donna. I want to see you come for me honey." I'm going to explode any minute now but I want to see Donna come first. I need to see her come. I move my left hand up to caress her breast again and add a bit more pressure to her sex. "Oh, Josh... oh god! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, baby. Uggghh..." I quickly seek out her lips and our kiss muffles her moans as I feel her clamp down around my fingers. I milk her until the vibrations in her body cease, our tongues still dueling. She pulls away, panting lightly against my cheek, clinging to me with one arm and pumping me with renewed purpose with the other hand. "Now I want to watch you Joshua. Come for me baby." I start to pump in to her hand as she lowers her other hand to cup my balls and roll them gently. "Donna... oh god yes!" I moan as I come hot and heavy against her abdomen. "Ughhhh..." I grunt as the last of my cum shoots out, coating her stomach. She continues her caress as I come back down to reality.

Once I feel the room stop spinning, I pull her head toward me with both hands, kissing her gently, silently communicating my appreciation of what she just did to me. I pull away and look deeply in to her eyes, seeing the dark pools of residual desire there. I can't believe this woman wants me at all, but I've never been more thankful for anything in my life. I hold my hands to her face, caressing her cheeks. "I love you so much, Donna. You have no idea." She smiles at me, her face lighting up. "Oh, I think I have some idea... I love you too, Josh," she says, putting her hand over my heart on my bare chest. I move one hand down, covering hers, encouraging her to feel the rapid beat of my heart. "It beats only for you... only you..." I tell her. I see the tears pool in her eyes and wipe them away.

"Hey, you guys get lost or something?!" I hear Sam yell from somewhere above deck. Shit! We've probably taken longer than logical. I can't steal my eyes away from Donna's, but manage to answer Sam, yelling that we were just washing up and would be right there. Not a complete lie. We are going to have to clean up a bit.

I reach over and pick up one of the damp towels, cleaning the evidence of our activities off her stomach. She giggles as I slide the towel over her. "That tickles," she explains. "Sorry about the mess," I apologize. "I'm not," she says as she takes her index finger, slides it through a spot I hadn't reached yet, and pulls her finger to her mouth, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue before sucking it between her lips sensuously. I groan my appreciation and despite our recent activities, feel my cock twitch in reaction to her display.

"Donna, are you trying to kill me?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Never... just getting a little taste of what's to come." God, whatever I did to be worthy of this little minx of a woman, please tell me so I can make sure to do it over and over and over again. I could reply with a smartass, snarky remark, but I decide to go with, "I hope I'll be afforded the same opportunity" before I dip my middle finger back between her legs, caressing up and down her folds once more before bringing my fingers to my mouth and cleaning them carefully. Two can play this game baby. She bites her bottom lip and raises an eyebrow. "I think that can be arranged," she assures me.

"As much as I really hate to end this little tryst, I think we better get dressed and back above deck before sailor boy comes down looking for us," I advise.

"Yes, right. Clothes. Let's do that. And later... maybe we can try out that bathroom scenario I've been fantasizing about?"

"Ready and willing, baby. How did I get so lucky?" I say as I quickly run the other towel over myself, cleaning up the best I can before sliding my dry boxer briefs and shorts back on.

"It remains to be seen," she teases as she unties her top and bottoms, letting them fall to the floor before taking the towel and cleaning herself off more thoroughly. I have my arms through my shirtsleeves and am about to pull it over my head when my breath catches and I stop short with the site of her naked before me. God, if we make it back to the hotel before I have to have her again, it'll be a miracle.

She quickly dresses in her dry clothes, rolls the dirty towels in a ball, careful to contain the mess within the roll, and packs them back in our bag. I hand her my swim trunks, which she quickly folds. She tosses them and her unfolded bikini (how would you even fold something that tiny?) in the bag, runs a brush through her hair, and announces she's ready. You'd never be able to tell that not 5 minutes ago, my hand was stroking her in the most intimate way.

"Kay, Josh, you're gonna need to do something about the 'I just got some' look on your face or we're toast. Think you can handle that?" she admonishes with a raised eyebrow.

I shake my head and roll my shoulders, attempting to put a game face on. "Better?"

"Not by much, but it'll have to do. Come on," she says as she looks around once more, ensuring we have all our things and left no evidence before leading me out of the tiny room and back up the ladder.

"What took so long?" Sam asks from behind the wheel.

"Sorry, we wanted to clean up a bit. Salt water always makes me feel so sticky," Donna says.

"Got ya. Yeah, I'm feeling a bit dirty myself now that you mention it." I can't help the laugh/cough that escapes my throat. I pull my hand to my mouth, trying to hide my mirth at his unintended pun.

"Josh, you okay?" Sam asks with concern. I clear my throat a few times. "Yeah, thanks, swallowed my gum on that last wave."

"Oh, you have gum? Great, I wanted to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. Got another piece?" Donna eyes me from over his shoulder.

"Sorry, last piece," I lie. He shrugs his shoulders in the universal sign of 'oh well' before turning back to navigating us toward the shore, which we seem to be fast approaching.

"Almost back, huh?" Donna asks.

"Yeah, maybe another 20 minutes or so and we should be docking," Sam replies.

"Sun's almost set. Did you want to grab dinner or something, Sam?" I know she's asking because she genuinely wants to spend some time with our good friend who we don't see much anymore. And I know we shouldn't just dock and run, considering Sam hosted us all day on his boat. But I also don't know if I could stand another few hours of wining and dining before I can get Donna alone again.

"Actually... I hate to do this, but I have a prior commitment," he replies. I hope he doesn't notice the sigh of relief I release at his statement.

"No, no Sam, we're just glad we got to spend the day with you. Please, don't let us ruin your plans. Right Josh?" Donna throws at me. "Right! Right, no please, we're fine. It was good to see you, buddy." And I do mean that.

"So who's the hot date?" Donna inquires. "What?!" Sam's voice raises an octave. "How? How did you know it was a date?"

"Sam, you turned kind of red and tried to hide a smile when you said you had plans. Terrible, horrible poker face," Donna tells him. Huh. I didn't notice any of that. But then again, I'm having trouble focusing on anything but the memory of Donna's naked body. And that thing she did with her hands. And with her finger and mouth. And... crap. Here we go again. Down boy! Down! I don't even remember being this sensitive when I was a teenager. That woman does wonderful, evil things to my body. Both knowingly and unintentionally. I jump back in to the conversation as Sam is describing a woman I think I heard them say is named Rachel to Donna. From what I caught, he seems pretty excited about her.

I clear my throat, "That's great bud. I'm happy for you. I hope it works out."

"Well, it's only a second date, but things went well on the first date so we'll see. I can only hope to find someone who compliments my life the way you two do each others," Sam tells us with complete sincerity. I cross my arms and look over at Donna with a smile. "Well, bud, I can't deny it's a wonderful feeling." Donna smiles wider.

"Come here you two love birds!" Sam says, pulling Donna and I in to a hug. "Okay, Sam, okay. That's good. All set with the hugging," I say uncomfortably.

"Sorry. Got a little carried away there."

"Ah-kay, Captain, how about you steer this ship back to harbor, huh?"

He smiles as I wrap my arms around Donna from behind, placing my chin on her shoulder and look to the shore. Sam nods and goes back to the task of navigating the 'What's Next?' back to its spot at the marina.

He's got some skills. I would have probably just run us in to the dock, but he cuts the engine and lets us drift in to his mooring spot like a pro. He sets the anchor and ties the boat to the dock before locking everything up. I rub my hands over Donna's shoulders. The sun has just about disappeared and she's shivering slightly in her tank and shorts. She catches one of my hands with hers and entwines our fingers, pulling me off the boat and on to the dock behind her. I wobble slightly, my legs slightly surprised to be back on solid land. That or I'm still a bit weak from our activities below deck. Pun so intended. Sam walks us to the parking lot, promising to call soon and wishing us luck at the DCCC party tomorrow.

"Thanks for everything, Sam. We had a great time," Donna says, leaning in for a hug.

"Yes, thank you Samuel. I will tell tales of your ocean conquering prowess to the leader of the free world and his minions," I joke.

"Anytime guys. You should make a point to come visit again soon. Maybe on a non-business related trip," he says, offering his hand. I shake his hand and surprise him by pulling him in for a hug. As much as I give him shit, he's my best friend. Well, besides Donna. I really do enjoy spending time with him. We do the manly 'two back slaps' thing and he whispers, "Be good to her and don't ever let her go, Josh. You're a lucky son of a bitch."

"Don't I know it," I whisper back. "And I'll do my best. Hopefully be calling you with some good news soon."

With that, we wave one last goodbye to Sam before turning to go find our Mustang. I place my hand in its familiar spot on Donna's lower back, helping guide her through the parking lot as the last of the sunlight disappears, coating us in darkness. When we reach the car, she throws the bag in to the backseat as I open the passenger door for her. "Ready to go back to the hotel?" I ask. "Are you hungry or anything?"

"I'm hungry, Josh, but not necessarily for food. And I could really use a shower. How about we kill two birds with one stone?" she suggests with an evocative gleam in her eye.

"Did I ever tell you you're a genius?" I ask with a crooked smile.

"No, but please feel free to do so anytime."

"I'm going to regret that statement in the future, aren't I?"

"Not the near future, no."

"Ah-kay..." I lean in and kiss her softly before she slides in to the car. I run around to the driver's seat, hop over the door in to the seat, and start the car, feeling invigorated. It was a great day. Now let's see what the night has in store.

I waste no time navigating back to the hotel, tossing the valet the keys to the Mustang, and dragging Donna through the hotel until we reach the privacy of our room. As soon as the door is shut, I find myself pinning her between me and it. Our mouths come together like magnets and hands begin exploring everywhere we can reach. Before I realize it, Donna has my shorts around my ankles and is pushing my shirt up my torso.

"Hey, how did you get so stealthy?"

"Years of practice sneaking up on you..." she trails off as she assaults my neck with her soft lips.

She nearly has me in a state of complete abandon when I suddenly recall a suggestion of shower sex. I gently pull her face away from my body and smile at the lust in her eyes.

"Donnatella, what do you say we go wash the salt water off and take advantage of the bathroom's finer amenities?" She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, pushing gently against my chest, allowing her to sneak out of my grip and saunter toward the bathroom, removing articles of clothing and dropping them behind her on the way. I nearly fall flat on my face as I start to follow, forgetting about the shorts still pooled at my ankles. Luckily, I catch myself on the table by the door, kick the shorts the rest of the way off, and jog to catch the elusive minx that has already disappeared behind the bathroom door. By the time I enter the bathroom, the shower is already on and steaming. I can barely make out the shape of a very naked Donna Moss behind the fogged up glass doors. I remove my boxers and quickly enter the shower, locating Donna standing under the rain showerhead. Her head is tilted back, hair slicked away from her face as she lets the water cascade over her body creating little rivers that run along her skin. I immediately decide my thirsty tongue needs to be following those riverbeds. I take the last steps toward Donna and kiss her deeply, my arousal making contact with her flat stomach, causing me to groan in to our kiss. I continue to kiss my way slowly down the side of her mouth, her neck, and lap at the dip in her collarbone as the water runs over us both.

"Josh..." I love when she says my name like that. Like she's breathing it rather than saying it.

I continue my dissent, palming her breasts as my mouth makes its way down her breastbone, stopping to make a quick detour to her adorable belly button, then finally dips between her legs. I pull Donna back with me as I find a seat on the side of the tub that lines the back of the shower, saving my aging knees from the hard tile floor. I pull her in front of me and reach down to pull one leg up on to the edge of the tub to my right, giving me better access. She puts her hands against on my shoulders for support as I look up at her wanton face and smile at the desire burning in her eyes. My arousal is screaming for attention, but I do my best to ignore my own desire. I want this to be about the beautiful goddess before me.

Without surrendering eye contact, I lower my mouth to her once again, running my tongue between her folds. She bites her bottom lip, but continues to watch as I slowly caress her with my mouth, pulling her clit between my lips. She begins to moan and chant my name, her voice echoing off the tile walls, amplifying her cries and my own arousal.

"God, Josh... Joshua... yeah, right there baby. Right. There!" she screams as her breath catches and her body begins to spasm. I continue to lap at her sex, cleaning her juices as they flow from her body. She relaxes and leans forward, pulling my head against her abdomen and embracing me with a sigh. I wrap my arms around her lower back, helping to support her as she catches her breath.

"Oh, my god, Joshua."

"Not a god, only a man, Donnatella. A man with a bit of an oral fixation, but still just a man," I grin as she releases me and I sit back.

She just rolls her eyes and swats at my shoulder. Then suddenly, she's on her knees in front of me, wrapping her wet hands around my still throbbing cock and taking my breath away. Just as she bends to engulf me between her sweet lips, I put my hands on her shoulders to hold her back.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing except I'll never last if you do that and I had something else in mind."

With that request, she grabs my hand and pulls me to follow her as she backs against the wall and places one leg on the edge of the tub. I crash my body against hers, kissing her with everything I've got. I place one hand on the wall just above her right shoulder and wrap the other behind her back, thrusting my hips, rubbing myself against her slick stomach. She reaches down between us and guides me to her center. I rub myself against her still wet folds, stimulating her a bit more before I enter her in one quick, hard thrust. She throws her head back, allowing me to attack her neck as I pull out almost completely before thrusting back in.

"God, you feel amazing, Donna."

"Mmm, so good Josh. More."

I pull the leg she had resting on the tub to wrap around my waist and begin to set a fast, hard rhythm, using the shower wall as leverage, my muscles straining at the exertion but there's no way I'm letting this end. She's running her hands through my wet hair as I take her left nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. I concentrate on the feel of her hot, slick core as I piston myself in and out of her, our moans and the sounds of our wet bodies colliding echoing through the shower. I'm so close, but I won't let myself go until she does.

"Come for me Donna. Come on baby, I'm so close. I want you to come with me."

"Josh, ugh, please baby. Please," she begs. I slip the hand that was against the wall down between us and find her clit with my fingers, feeling myself enter her body. I look down to where we're joined and the visual is just too much.

"Donna... oh god baby... FUCK!" I feel my rhythm falter as I tense, thrusting in to Donna hard, once.. twice... pressing her against the wall as my cock explodes within her. On the last thrust, she explodes around me, crying my name as the contractions of her inner walls milk the last of the cum from my body. My thrusts slow and I collapse against her, pinning her to the shower wall, burying my head in space between her neck and shoulder. She drops her leg from my waist as I slip from her body. We stand there like that for a few glorious moments, just basking in the feel of each other's embrace as the water continues to wash over our bodies.

"God, Donna. What you do to me... I just... there are no words," I say in earnest as I pull back and look in to her eyes, brushing her matted wet hair back from her face. She gives me a shy smile and I can't help but kiss it from her lips. We languidly kiss for a few minutes, hands rubbing soothingly up and down each other's bodies. Donna pulls away first, turning away from me and leaving me feeling cold and alone without her body against mine before she returns with a bottle of shampoo.

"Do you mind?" she asks, handing me the body and turning around.

"Not at all my dear. Not at all," I reply, flicking the bottle open and pouring the shampoo in to my hand. We spend the next 10 minutes washing the salt water and sex from each other before finally shutting the shower off and wrapping ourselves in the robes the hotel provided. We make our way to the bedroom, exhausted by the day on the water and activities we just enjoyed.

I collapse on the bed and open my arms, awaiting Donna to mold her body against mine. She climbs in and spoons herself beside me. I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer.

"Goodnight, Donnatella. I love you," I murmur as I drift off. I hear her mumble, "Love you too" before I fall in to a deep sleep, sated and happy with this woman in my arms.