The sea was calm, the air warm and the moon hung brightly in the sky. Once in a while, Jason checked the instruments and adjusted the course. He had missed it – the open sea, the rocking of the boat, the salty airstream in his face. Ten years ago, living in the city, he had never imagined becoming such a seadog. Now, it was home.

He couldn't quite tell why but something made him turn of the engine. It turned silent and dark. The boat quickly lost speed. Jason sat down at the driver seat and took his hands of the steering, moving harmonious with the dying turbulences. He heard the water surface breaking and a few meters away to his right, he heard a spout of water and air shot into the sky.

"Hey Charly," Jason greeted him. Charly splashed one fin and disappeared. Slowly, Jason turned around in his seat and found Neri standing at the edge of the boat. In the darkness, he could barely make out her face at first, but his eyes had already started to get used to the spare light. Neri wore a strange expression, not a full smile, not entirely serious. Rather waiting, asking.

He had imagined the hut, a camp fire, blankets on the ground. A shy and tender exploring of each other, gentle touches with fingertips.

They would have that. Later.

Now, he got the distinct feeling they just wouldn't made it to the island. It felt right. Saying goodbye to his childhood, entering a new chapter with Neri, halfway between two destinations which were part of him.

He stood up and walked towards her. Wordlessly, he took her face into his hands and leaned forward. Jason couldn't remember the last time he kissed her. Why hadn't he kissed her this morning?

When their lips met, he remembered why. Because he already knew then that once started, he wouldn't be able to stop. He was too hungry and tired of waiting, tired of his doubts and exhausted for all his standing in his own way. With the last barriers broken down, need and desire flushed through him and took complete control. It felt raw and almost violent. The way he kissed her, however, was still gentle. The kiss deepened quickly and Neri put her arms around his hips, pulling him close to her. He barely felt his clothes getting wet from her drenched dress: it was time to take them off anyway.

Neri tugged on his shirt and Jason put his hands up, so she could take it off him. Before he could wonder, how to get her out of her dress, she simply pulled it over her head. In his fantasies, he had taken his time, looking at her, sucking in all her features. He had imagined how her breasts would feel like in his hands, feel her nipples hardening under his touch, her soft moans. Neri barely gave him the time for a glance but started nestling on his belt and slowly pushed him backwards.

Jason didn't mind. There would be time for that later. Truth to be told, he was just as impatient as Neri. His trousers fell to his ankles and he nearly fell but Neri caught him. He chuckled while kicking of his shoes and pants. Neri grinned, too, then pulled him in for another kiss. Every touch of her tongue against his sent jolts of electricity through his body. Her wet hair and the water dripping down her back felt cool but her skin was warm and soft. He ran his hands over her back and her butt checks, pressing her body against his, making her feel how much he wanted her. She broke the kiss and gasped for air.

Jason smiled. She liked that – he had to remember that one. They eyes met and her hard, determined gaze made him shiver. He gave in to her lead. Decisive but gently she pushed him backwards again until he felt the seat at the back of his thighs. Getting her intention, he sat down, hands still on her hips and she straddled him.

Their eyes locked. Yeah, enough foreplay, he agreed.

They never broke eye contact as Neri's right hand slid down his chest to an obvious destination. His hard-on gave a jolt in eager anticipation for her touch. He moaned when she took him into her hand, stroking him once. When Neri positioned herself above him, he took over until he felt the right spot. She sat down on him and effortlessly, he slid into her.

Lights exploded behind his eyes. An instant rush of relief accompanied by hot and cold waves went through him, along with a sense of belonging and perfect comfort. It lasted only a second before the raw hunger for more replaced it. Neri moved her hips and placed her hands on his shoulders. They locked eyes again and he grabbed her hips. He moaned when she began to ride him slowly. The sensation made him burn from inside out, made his skin prickle. Jason melted into her. They moved in harmony, quickly picking up speed.

His mind went blank. His lucid self disappeared and vanished into a vortex of hot pleasure. His whole being was sucked into the feel of her. He wouldn't last long but he was to engulfed into the pure bliss of it to care. He was eager to finish, confirm the promise they had made this morning. To seal their commitment to each other.

Neri gave small sounds, her head reclined, her lips parted. For a moment, he forgot about his pleasure and watched her in wonder. Another delicious movement by her brought him back and drove him over the edge. Neri pulled him into a tight embrace while he came, shivering in sync with every wave of his orgasm. His heartbeat slowed down and just then, he worried about his performance. But as he heard her smile next to his ear, he decided not to busy himself with concern. They had time to figure out the details and he was looking forward to learn all the ways to pleasure her.

Neri caressed his neck, her fingertips playing in his hair while he went soft inside her. He enjoyed her warmth, stroked her back and replayed the last couple of minutes in his head. A comfortable, satisfied drowsiness settled in while he recalled every thrust.

Indeed, there hadn't been many. Later, it would be about her and only about her, he decided.

Neri got up and Jason almost winced at the loss. She wore a soft, affectionate expression and seemed just as unwilling to leave as he was. But staying on this boat forever was hardly an option. Afraid that his legs wouldn't yet be able to support him, he watched her putting her dress on from his seat. She tucked everything into place, then turning her attention towards him. She tilted her head to her side, searching his face as if looking for signs of regret. She wouldn't find any. As she came to the same result, she broke into a wide smile of pure joy and happiness. He felt himself mirroring it. He still grinned like an idiot when she finally jumped into the water.

See you on the island, he thought, still wondering if he would eventually manage to get up to his feet during the hour. Or this year.