6.
Heather laughed as she splashed in the water. She and Scotty had played in it like kids almost since the moment they arrived. They stopped long enough that morning to order provisions and drop of her bag in their bungalow, which she had told him in utter amazement, reminded her of something out of The Swiss Family Robinson.
She gaped at him when she realized he hadn't brought any clothes. But it was his turn to gape at her when she stepped out of the bedroom wearing a hot pink string-bikini. Scotty had seen her stark naked plenty of times over the past few weeks and he could vouch for the fact this pink contraption she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination.
Two pink triangles of fabric were barely enough to cover her voluptuous breasts and the bottoms were cut so low the two little dimples above her butt were showing. The bikini was tied to her body with thin, spaghetti strings and once they were waist deep in the water, it only took a spilt second for Scotty to untie the whole thing and throw it as far as he could into the sea.
"Hey! You did that on purpose!" She exclaimed as she watched her bikini float off into the horizon.
"Yep," he grinned. "If I'm naked, you should be naked."
"That deserves a dunking," she said launching herself at Scotty driving him back in the water.
He was a little steadier on his feet than her though, and he wrapped his arms around her, taking her back with him. And then he did something he imagined doing all morning. He kissed her, gently tugging on her lips and teasing her mouth with his tongue. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her lips more firmly against his. Once again Scotty fought to control himself. He wanted to take her slow and easy, knowing they had three whole days to do whatever they wanted with each other and he wanted to savor every minute.
As much as he had daydreamed about this since they had first made travel plans, daydreaming could not compare. The water made him feel much more sensitive as her body drifted against him in the water. This was exactly how he hoped things would work out in zero gravity. But he couldn't find the energy to be disappointed about that anymore when he knew this was so much better. What more could a lad ask for than a warm, tropical island with a balmy ocean breeze that was just the right climate for getting naked and making love to a bonny lass at the beach? And even for crew accommodations, he had to admit it was private. No one would bother them here. And there was no one else in the galaxy he wanted to experience it with more than Heather.
She broke the kiss and gasped against his mouth, "If this is a dream, and you pinch me, I'll have to kill you."
She moved against him and he grunted, "Yer already killing me."
Heather smiled and swung her legs around his hips, urging him closer to the edge, teasing him, until she positioned herself and sank down on his erection. The water made her movements sluggish, dragging out every incredible sensation of mind blowing pleasure. Scotty closed his eyes as the intensity hit him full force and when he could take no more, he pushed all the way in with a swift thrust. She cried out in startled pleasure.
"Ye like that Heather?" he asked moving his hips so the water bounced her gently against his hips. "Is this what ye wanted?"
"Ohhhh God, yes," she moaned. "Please."
Her words resonated with something lustful. He felt it in his core and he demanded, "Please what, Heather?"
"Please…make me come…" she cried. And that was all it took.
Sensations fired through his body, gathering at his spine in a tangled mass. He came undone.
So much for slow and easy. He didn't know why he bothered trying.
He unleashed himself on her, giving himself up to those sensations. His jaw clenched as he concentrated on his movements and his eyes locked on to her sweet face. The sight of her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes coiled him tighter. The water swirled around them, caressing their bodies like a thousand butterfly wings.
Scotty's heart pounded, the pressure inside him nearly boiling with each hitch of her breath.
Heather dropped her head back and he devoured her neck.
"Scream for me," he murmured against her throat. "I want to hear ye scream."
Her body started to shudder and she screamed to God and every other deity that was listening. The whole planet stopped and for one moment all he could see was her. All he could feel was her. A powerful climax roared inside him and they shattered together against the rolling waves.
They stayed that way long after it was over, allowing the tide to gently push them towards the shore. The ocean cooled their feverish bodies and when he pulled away from her she protested and reached for him. He gathered her in his arms, carried her up the beach and lay down with her in a hammock. Letting the warm breeze dry their skin, they napped in the shade.