On the sailing boat at eight am. California coastline.

On the water, the boat was peacefully still without the Pacific trade wind to fill the sail. As if someone hit pause on the world and it was one of Noah's paintings. The California coastline was a kaleidoscope of blue. Noah steps out of the passenger cabin with a hot cup of coffee. I took the warm cup and the smell mixed with the salty sea was spicy and wonderful.

"Thank you," I tell him as I take the cup. I kiss the side of his cheek just above his beard and lean back into the seat. The overnight bag has me so guilty. It was a conversation we should have had in-depth the first time we had sex. Well, before we had sex. I take another sip of coffee and try to relax my voice so it doesn't squeak when I talk.

"Um, Noah, about birth control," nice job having zero segues into the conversation. Why not prime the pump next time before you jump into the talk? I put my hand into my bag and pulled out the bulk buy condoms. "So, I think we should talk about whether we should use condoms." Marbles fill my mouth as Noah looks out at the ocean. No eye contact doesn't mean this is bad or embarrassing, but I have his attention. He stopped moving.

"Someday you could be with someone else or I could be with someone else. So, condoms should be something we use," I end on a speedy blurt. A low growl in answer from Noah interrupted my jumbled thoughts. What does the growl mean? Does that mean he's upset about him being with someone else? Maybe me being with someone else? Possibly, is not doing the sex thang anymore? Or using a condom? Could this be more than sex for him? I'm his first, and it confuses all the signs. Noah's decryption isn't working. I sigh. Let me try this again.

"Do you realize you're so goddamn handsome, Noah? Women are going to throw themselves at you. Hell, they already do." He turns around and makes eye contact. Ocean blue and completely puzzled. Noah tilts his head to the side as if I'm bat shit crazy.

"Noah, you're handsome." My voice is a definitive statement. An absolute he's not absorbing at all. His handsome face smiles at me like I'm being nice to him, not stating a fact.

"Average, but I build good stuff," he replies with a rumbly deep voice. He does not understand he's hot. Oh shit. Besides that being adorable. He has no fucking idea. It's like I'm having a bird and bee's conversation with an almost thirty-year-old man. No longer virgin though, so...

"Er, do you know how to put on a condom?" I stumble through the question.

"I have never used one. Sex Ed was a long time ago," he replies awkwardly. Red creeps up his neck. Can this get more embarrassing? One of those hothouse cucumbers would come in handy right now. I never got a good look at Noah's..... cock. I mean, we've been fucking like teenagers. Just cock into pussy as fast as humanly possible.

"It's important that you know how to do this for me... Please."

"Do we need to use a condom together?" Noak asked. The tip of a frown is plain to see on Noah's face and he's not happy with this development.

"Well, no, I mean the cat's out of the bag at this point. We can keep going as is, as long as you're comfortable with that." I glance over at my bag. "I brought paperwork ... My STD testing papers, so you would know. It's... you trade paperwork.... to make sure..." My whole sentence structure was trash. I tried not to move my feet around nervously. When the guy's the virgin, it's so hard. I giggle at my stupid internal joke. Someone, please kill me. This is so embarrassing. I grab a condom and open it. I take Noah's big hand in mine.

"Stick out your thumb." I pinch the tip of the condom. Then roll the condom down on your thumb. "Boom thumb penis ready to rock in roll." He turns his thumb over, checking out the job. "When you're done, put a ring around the base like this," I show him, then pull backward. "After you come, take it off while it's still hard." I take it off him, then put a knot in it and throw it away in the trash. "Not too hard." Sandy's hair blocks his worried gaze. It reminds me of the expression he made after he told me he was a virgin. As if he should know this and all the pieces should be here already and he simply doesn't. I get on the high step, then on my tiptoes, I push Noah's sandy locks out of the way. My lips brush against his. He smiles into the kiss.

"Hey Noah," I smile into his lips. "We can do this how you feel comfortable." I undo his belt and unzip his pants. My fingertips play on his happy trail.

"Tari," he breathed. My name was said as if he could take a big enough breath to bring in the sea and exhale a storm. The corner of my lip twitches as my Neptune comes out to play. Warmth spreads through my body. I let his lips follow me down off my tiptoes.

"Trust me," I reassured. My tongue danced with his and wandering fingers traced the outline of his growing cock. I pause and his thickness fills out my hand through his pants, ready for me. We went slowly, only one time together. I never got a good look at his cock, but it's a lot. "Remember, I told you, I'll show you," I whispered into his lips.

"You think I am handsome." His ocean eyes have an expression to me that he still can't believe it. I wish he would. "You are being nice to me," he smiles a little crooked." Noah turns away from my kiss and rests his tickly beard against my cheek. "You are radiant, I... wish..." He kisses me and breathes everything Noah into my lungs, filling me up to the brim.

Breaking the kiss, I get on my knees in front of him. He gives me a puzzled face. I think he's going to like this another first. I opened up his pants and pulled on his veiny, proud cock. I brush my thumb over the tip and a thick spurt of pre-cum comes out of the tip. Noah groans.

Redness creeps up his neck, his neck at my touch. And his broad chest rises and falls faster. I smile and put my eyes back on the prize in my hands.

The rush of our nights together made me miss this moment. His cock is pretty and thick. Could put the sea monster's beauty from the depth of the ocean to shame. Spread the wetness from bottom to tip. I work my fist up his cock as another cloudy pearl winks at me from the tip. Greed overtakes me for the first taste. Lick that drop from the tip, tasting pure undistilled Noah. His big body shivers at my touch. Apart from me wants to race to have his taste deeper. Slow down, Tari. I couldn't. No matter how much I want to make it slow and calm, Noah always pulls something visceral out of me. I spread my knees on the deck to get a better base. My fist on his solid cock with one hand is a complete delight for my eyes. This is going to blow his mind. Maybe I am Mrs. Robinson. My hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them while I work my fist around his cock. The first trade wind blows my braids. The white sails billow. I wrap my mouth around Noah's cock. Work my tongue and entangle his fathead. I hollow my cheeks, sucking, stroking out his pleasure, a raindrop at a time until I get my rich reward.

Nothing mattered, not my knees beginning to hurt on the hard deck, not how we were exposed to the open water. I was in this single moment of making this blow job good for Noah. His hand fist at his sides clenches and releases as he recalculates his world to the tip of my tongue. My gluttonous tongue circles the head of his cock, looking for a deeper taste of him. His ocean eyes dive into me.

"More," he growled. His hips thrust forward, and I smiled as my mouth followed his thrust down my throat. I keep one hand at his base not to take too much of him because there's just too much of him. I know defeat when I see it in a deep throat attempt, and its name is Noah's cock.

The greed for Noah becomes overwhelming as I roll his heavy balls in my hand. Move my thighs together, looking for relief from the wetness I can feel between my legs. My hard nipples rub against the fabric of the tank top. Noah's thick thighs strain and he grips the deck rail. Holds it in a white knuckle grip as he grasps for huge lung fills with air racing.

"Tari," he shouts. A creamy spurt of semen hits my throat and I swallow the essence of Noah. His perfect little death. His forceful hips jutting forward. Burst after burst from his thick cock down my throat as fast as I can swallow. Throbbing with every pulse of him as I worked his thick cock, milking each cloudy drop. Drinking him down. Brief sounds of pure pleasure from Noah were everything. First, I smile into his cock as I search out all the treats I might've missed. His cock twitches with my cleaning, still a bit hard. I want that taste.

My Neptune's ocean gaze looks electric. The man who called me radiant, who has no goddamn idea that is what he really is. Noah lifted me, dragging me to his lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He pushes up my top and attacks my breast with his fingers working on my nipple. Trying to draw me into him as quickly as possible. Because my Noah wasn't a virgin anymore, and he learned my body's needs like the professional artist he is. He turned my pleasure into an art form.

Greed overwhelms both of us. I get my jeans and tank off and he gets his open pants down. I ripped off his sleeveless shirt like it was world wrestling, and it was time to rumble. Noah's hard, glistening cock wet with my mouth and his delightful come. He wasted no time and punched into my wetness. Noah gave us what we both so badly needed. We groaned, gratified together, floating on this cathedral over the water. His strong body slammed home in me. The deck unforgiving under me as we chased our need, leaving me no reprieve from his powerful cock. And yes, Noah was no longer Clark Kent. He knew every inch of what I needed when he tilted my hips and rubbed against that rough spot deep inside. Teasing that rough patch insistently as my meaty thighs shook in his hold. I gobbled down the air as the pressure inside of me built.

He was no Clark Kent when he licked just behind my ear and whispered to me. "Cocoa Butter and honey." Nope, Noah was in full glasses off Superman. He was here to Neptune, Kamehameha, my pussy. Shakes are absolutely uncontrollable from me as my wetness runs down my leg in welcome for him. Hunting for release. I'm on the edge of so damn close.

Ocean eyes wide and amazed, watch my bodywork at the edge of ecstasy with that little Noah smile. For a moment I see myself, in Noah's eyes radiant as says I am. Dark skin glistening with sweat, my hips working hard to meet his cock for release. Wet pussy gobbling this man up greedily. Sexy and free. Orgasm overwhelms me and Noah grasps my hips hard. He buries his cock deep inside of me as we come together. My view is nothing but ocean eyes, Noah and sandy hair tipping over with me. A traitorous thought pops in my mind almost unnoticed by me as wave after wave of delight spreads out from between my thighs... I think I'm falling in love with him. I rip my eyes away from the sun over the ocean because expecting love back is more than what this relationship is.

A/n: it's 1 am. I'm so damn sleep! Going to pretty this up better in the morning. See yall in 7 days. I'm staying up late re-editing the older chapters for clarity and adding some lines to them. I extended the breakfast scene and a few others. It will be up shortly after the last chapters of this series. Yes,  fixing Noah's almost done. I hope so far you liked it about 5-7 chapters left.