Author note:

Bonus chapter for you since the last 2 were a little short. I hope you all enjoy!

CH 5 Afternoon Delight

Emma hurried through her shower. She was happy that she had left her things here after the night she spent there while Clay was gone. She dried off, dressed, and threw her hair up in a messy bun. She walked into the living room to see Clay fiddling with his phone.

"Ready, babe?"

"I guess. I still don't know where we're going."

"I have a buddy that has a boat at the marina. We're gonna borrow it. I thought we could get some food and make a day of it."

They stopped at a little café and got some sandwiches, pastries, water, and a bottle of wine. They arrived at the marina and found the slip. It was a decent size boat and they were looking forward to the day. Clay negotiated the out onto the water and found what looked like a quiet place for them to anchor.

"This is gorgeous Clay. I didn't know you could drive a boat."

"You do know I'm in the Navy, right?" he teased.

"Funny! I guess I've never thought about it before. Dad never took us out on a boat or anything."

"Well, I love it. I hope I can get one of these someday. Would you like that honey?" He sat down beside her and gave her a quick kiss. Her heart fluttered, just like it did any time Clay talked about their future.

"Yea, I would. I love the beach and the water."

"You stay here and enjoy it. I'm going to head down to the galley to get a drink. Do you want something?"

"Yes, please." She flashed him a dazzling smile.

While he went to get their drinks, Emma decided to get more comfortable. She took off her sweater and laid back in the sun. Clay came back up from below deck and what he saw knocked the breath out of him. Emma had laid aside her sweater and was left in a tiny tank top that fit her like a second skin. Even from where he stood, he could tell she wore nothing under it. He walked over to her and handed her a glass of wine. He snuggled in behind her and wrapped his arm around her middle. His hand splayed across her abdomen and his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. She leaned back against him drinking her wine and taking in the view.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked gazing up at him.

"It sure is." He said keeping his eyes locked on her. She smiled up at him. They sat quietly for a while just enjoying being together with no demands or judgements form work or family.

"I'm getting hungry Em." He said after a while.

"I could eat."

"Do you want to eat at the table, or up here?"

"Up here, definitely. Let me help you carry everything up." They made their way below deck and grabbed what they needed for their meal. The galley was serviceable, but not overly large. So, when the boat suddenly lurched, Emma was thrown into Clay. He caught her easily and held her close for a moment to be sure she was steady on her feet. After her initial shock and being thrown off balance, she realized she could feel more than just Clay's solid chest behind her. She could feel him hard and heavy against her ass.

"You okay hon?" he asked.

She slid her hand down behind her and grasped him through his jeans.

"Uh Emmie?"

"Are you okay Clay?" She removed her hand and began to wiggle her ass up against him. He thought he really should stop her. But it felt so damn good! He grabbed her hips and let her continue.

"Mmmm, babe." She took that as encouragement to keep going. She closed her eyes and moaned also. Knowing she was affecting Clay that way was arousing her as well.

She felt him pulling up her tank to expose her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. He held her in his hands pinching and teasing her. She arched her back in pleasure which drove her even harder against his erection. He lowered his head to kiss and lick at her neck and shoulders.

"Oh God Clay, Clay." She was moaning and panting. He core was throbbing. "Clay, please," she begged. He slid his right hand down beneath her jeans and panties.

"This okay Em?" She nodded frantically, desperate for him to touch her. His fingers reached her core. She was hot and wet for him. He found her clit and massaged it with his strong fingers. Both of them were about to explode. Emma laid her head back on Clay, going weak in the knees. She was totally surrendered to him. The complete trust she had in him was intoxicating.

"Unh, Clay, mmmm, Oh my God!" Emma could hardly speak. Clay could tell she was close and wanted to see her come over the edge.

"It's okay babe." He whispered. "Let go for me Em." Finally, she broke with a cry of "Clay!" on her lips. Her body was limp, and her heart was still pounding. She tried to catch her breath. Clay laid her on the small couch next to the table. He situated himself beside her. He kissed her over and over. Soon he felt her hand on him once again.

"Em, honey." He squirmed.

"What Clay?" She could tell he was painfully hard, and she wanted to see him. She wanted to do for him what he had done for her.

"Emmie you're amazing but…"

"But what?" He didn't want to be crude, but he saw no other way. "Em I don't have any other clothes with me, and I don't want to cum in my pants babe."

"Well, then…" she bit her lip and before he knew it Emma unzipped his jeans, reached into his underwear and had him free, in her hand.

"Oh God Emma." He claimed her mouth with a deep kiss. He was so aroused; he knew he wouldn't take him long. Emma stroked him with her delicate hands. He couldn't hold back any longer. Just before he exploded, he shifted his hand to help minimized any damage. Then he let go with a long, drawn out moan. Emma slid up and kissed him stroking into his mouth with her tongue. They lay there for a few moments trying to catch their breath.

"Uhh, Emma?"

"Yea?"

"I uh need to clean up sweetie."

"Oh, okay." She said with a laugh. She got up, pulled her tank back down and went to the bathroom to get him something. She handed him a cloth and then returned to the bathroom for a couple minutes. When she re-emerged, Clay was sitting up on the couch and reached for her. She went into his arms and he held her close pressing kisses into her hair.

"Em, you good?"

"Mmmhmm," she nodded against him. They sat quietly for a time just cuddling.

"Clay?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you still want to eat?"

"Yea Em. Let's have our late lunch and enjoy the next few hours before we have to get the boat back. Emma carried up the food while Clay dug through their bag to find plates and napkins. In the side pocket of the bag he found a tiny, pink thong. Hooking it on his finger, he held it up.

"Emma," he called.

"Yea?" she poked her head over the side.

"Babe," he raised his eyebrows ad held up her underwear.

"Well, I didn't want to wear wet pants either, so…" He chuckled and tossed them back in the bag.

"Wait, Emmie, does that mean you are naked in those jeans?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe." And gave him a wink.

Clay shook his head and groaned. His girl was going to be the death of him.