Twitterotica themes have been hanging around for some time, with various writers tackling weekly challenges such as #wankwednesday and so on, and writing challenges far and wide are abundant. So when Ruby Kiddell and I started talking about trying to get the weekly smut-a-thons going again I was all for it. Well, she tackled it with her customary flair and the first linky love Wank Wednesdaywent off with great success!! The goal is two-fold; for writers, a weekly challenge to keep the, err, juices flowing. For readers, you’ll find all the stories linked off at the bottom of each week’s prompt. Are you game? So, welcome to the linky love edition of Fuck Me Friday. All you have to do is this;
- Write a story with the prompt as your title. Today’s will be :
- Tweet it with both the prompt hashtag and the hashtag #FuckMeFriday
- And lastly add it to the links at the bottom of this post.(note, if you don’t want to tweet it or don’t have a blog, I invite you to post your story in the comments section.
~ Wake ~
The boat rocked. I lifted my head from my arms to peer back over the cabin. She paced. Or, rather, rocked, since there wasn’t three paces from stern to cabin. The surface of the water reflected the sun dipping towards the horizon with near mirror perfection. The sails hung slack.
We were dead in the water.
Victoria sat beside the tiller and I let my head back down.
“Why aren’t you fretting?” I swallowed a chuckle and propped my chin on my hands. The sun warmed my skin, setting it to tingle with its invisible caress.
“Why are you fretting?” I watched her frown then nibble at her lower lip, an uncertain motion that stirred something inside me. The rumble of a motor skipped over the water and I watched as a motorboat swept by, the wake rocking us. Vic rose, holding onto the boom as she made her way to the open causeway into the cabin below. When she leaned on the deck and met my gaze I smiled in quiet reassurance.
“No we’re not.” There was a can of fuel below deck, strapped beneath one of the benches. If that failed to get us back to dock, my cell could summon help.
“It doesn’t bother you to sit out here like this?” Some of the tension eased from her expression and I pulled myself forward.
“Not if it means spending time with you.” Victoria blushed, color rushing up her cheeks, and I reached out to stroke her cheek. “This is the only time you leave your phone behind,” I said softly. Her eyes widened; I leaned closer and kissed her. Her fingers slid into my hair when I tease a low moan from her throat.
“Come below?” The raspy edge to her voice sent a hot snake slithering down my spine.
I nodded. “Let me furl the sails and drop anchor though.” I interrupted when she offered to help. “I’ve got it, I’ll meet you down there.” It took little enough time to drop the sails and lash them in place. Something like nerves curled in my stomach as I dropped the anchor. We were new enough together that every time felt like the first.
She waited for me in the front bunk. The sheet clung to her the way my tongue wanted to, outlining her body to my hungry gaze. I dropped my clothes to join the pile of hers and slid beside her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pulling my mouth to hers. I growled softly, fit our bodies together. That was all it took. All it ever took. Her desire rose and twined with mine. It didn’t matter that the air without lacked any intent to move our craft; it fair crackled with our passion inside. Victoria gripped the edge of the bed when my fingers slid up her inner thigh, shifting to grip my shoulders when I dipped to let my lips follow in their wake. She was honey sweet and salt-water tangy on my tongue and whispered my name like the wind’s first ripple of smooth waters.
Some part of my mind kept track of things you always listen for on the water. The thrum of other boats, the absent slap of waves against the hull, the silence of the halyard lines. The rest of my attention bore inward with my fingers, filling my lover. Victoria begged quietly, tugging at my shoulders and pushing at my head, bucking up into my mouth as I teased and circled the sensitive knot of nerves. If I had my way we’d greet the dawn just this way. Tangled naked, waking to the rock of the boat on the waves, sharing in the perfect slide of fingers and tongue and lips and cunts.
“Come for me.” My request fanned humid breath across her stomach and Victoria arched, crying out, her body gripping me tight. I rode the keen edge of her orgasm, teasing and pushing and egging it on until she sobbed her relief, breath inhaled raggedly, her fingers pulling me up her body. She curled around me and against me, trembling in the wake of her own pleasure, the swirling of her fingertips promising a realization of my own soon. I smiled into the warm light of sunset and relaxed. My plan realized, a night of pleasure begun.