Chapter 43: Chapter 43

"Hey," Beatrice called out cautiously, walking carefully. The speedboat they were on swayed gently with the motion of the ocean. Despite the calmness, it still felt a bit terrifying to Beatrice. However, it didn't diminish her excitement as Sam invited her to enjoy the vastness of the sea compared to the beach.

"Hmm," Sam replied, glancing briefly. He leaned comfortably against one side of the sofa at the back of his motorboat. The morning sun accompanied them, and it felt comfortable against Sam's skin. Wearing sunglasses, a loose and comfortable shirt, and black shorts, Sam looked much more relaxed than usual.

"Here's your order." Beatrice also sat beside Sam, lowering her wide-brimmed hat to block the heat. Her cropped top hugged her upper body perfectly. Wrapped in a beach wrap casually tied around her super short shorts, Beatrice felt comfortable in her outfit. Besides, there was no one else on the boat, so she felt it was fine to dress minimally in front of Sam.

After all, Sam didn't object when she stepped out of the campervan.

Sam took off his sunglasses. "Do you want to go fishing?" He reached for the bottle that Beatrice brought. There was only one glass available, but it didn't bother Sam. He also prohibited Beatrice from drinking what was now in front of them.

"What's fun about fishing?" Beatrice leaned comfortably against the soft sofa beside Sam.

"Building patience."

"Are You patient, though?" Beatrice laughed at the remark made by the man who was enjoying his drink.

"Are you daring to laugh at me?" Sam approached, pinching Beatrice's chin playfully. It made her burst into laughter, which made Sam close the distance between them. He gave her a small kiss to silence her. Unfortunately, the girl's hand wrapped perfectly around his neck.

Not wanting to lose in terms of kissing and exploring each other. Until eventually, Beatrice unraveled their activity of exchanging saliva a bit. Their foreheads met each other.

"I’m most human when it's just the two of us."

Sam just grinned. "I'll teach you how to fish this time." He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and walked over to get the fishing gear that was always in the corner of the boat. "Or do you want to go snorkeling?"

Beatrice shook her head quickly. "I can't do that. I can only swim."

Sam scoffed. "Come on."

Beatrice reluctantly approached. She listened carefully to what Sam told her about the fishing gear. In her opinion, the equipment was heavy, and the activity seemed boring. But seeing the sparkle of enthusiasm in Sam's eyes, Beatrice didn't mind as long as she was by Sam's side. If possible... forever.

She didn't know what would happen if she wasn't with Sam anymore. Everything she had was already given. She also felt like she was living as an orphan. Her father? No need to discuss or ask about him! He had no responsibility and felt liberated at all.

Beatrice had never heard her father searching for her. Hmph! Beatrice was sure Wayne would never do that.

She had spent two days with Sam. Sometimes, by the time the sun was scorching, she would only come out of the campervan parked by the beach. Preparing delayed meals because Sam didn't let her escape his embrace. Or simply lying together without many words. Just watching the TV series that Sam liked. Although Beatrice didn't understand it much, leaning against Sam's chest as time passed was enough for her.

"You have to throw it with force, like this," Sam said patiently. "Like this."

He demonstrated once again the easiest way for Beatrice to understand. "It's easy, right?"

"It's easy for you, but it's heavy for me," Beatrice complained. "So, I just hold it until I get a catch?"

Sam burst into laughter. "Put it here. Just leave it until the fish bites the bait."

"Do I have to wait long?"

"It depends on how attractive the bait was."

Beatrice nodded as if she understood. Her eyes gazed at the vast ocean, so clear and blue, with the bright sky today. The beauty of nature made her want to spend more time there. Sometimes, at night, when she unintentionally woke up, she could see the moon much clearer than usual.

"Sam!" Beatrice squealed in surprise as Sam's hand suddenly wrapped around her stomach.

"What were you daydreaming about?" Sam rested his head on Beatrice's shoulder, inhaling the scent of the girl he desired most in his life. He began to remove the fabric that covered Beatrice's lower body. Once the fabric was removed, his hands, uncontrollably, began to caress Beatrice's exposed thigh.

"There's none." Beatrice chose to lean her back against Sam, gently stroking the man's hair next to her. She could feel the dampness on the nape of his neck due to Sam's actions.

"I feel like having ice cream," Sam said.

"Huh?" Beatrice looked surprised.

"I'll get it really quick."

Sam... the rough man she used to curse. The one who acted according to his own whims, including when it came to her life now. The one who didn't like to hear any objections from her lips. But for some reason, her heart was convinced that Sam was different.

So whatever Sam did to her now, Beatrice fulfilled.

Especially when Sam no longer forced himself on her. He prioritized her comfort, including providing protection that seemed anything but trivial to Beatrice. Now she was looking at his broad back as he approached the other side of the boat to get what he suddenly wanted. Beatrice still didn't understand what Sam's current desire was.

"Do you like it?" Sam asked, extending a small container filled with vanilla ice cream to Beatrice.

"I like it." Beatrice smiled. She followed Sam, who had already sat on the sofa. From the corner of her eye, she could see how much he was enjoying his ice cream.

"I want to enjoy this refreshing ice cream in a different way."

"What do you mean?" Beatrice took another spoonful of her ice cream. Unexpectedly, Sam quickly snatched the portion that had just entered her mouth. He savored it slowly, sharing the sweet taste while occasionally caressing Beatrice's lips tenderly.

As the sweetness diminished, Sam withdrew his kiss. "Again."

This made Beatrice smile faintly. She deliberately took a larger portion with her spoon. She teasingly used the tip of her tongue to tempt Sam, who didn't hesitate to shower Beatrice with a kiss, this time long enough to make Beatrice run out of oxygen. And once again, Sam's nibbles on Beatrice's lower lip felt different.

Accompanied by a small bite.

"Ouch," Beatrice complained softly.

Instead of responding, Sam took Beatrice's cup of ice cream. He gently wiped the spoon, which was coated with ice cream, on the exact spot-on Beatrice's lips that he had bitten earlier. The cold sensation that ran across Beatrice's lips made her groan involuntarily. The girl closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation provided by the ice cream and the way Sam was pampering her now.

"Undo your top," Sam commanded, right above Beatrice's lips. Beatrice's body seemed to move on its own upon hearing Sam's voice. She didn't object in the slightest. One by one, the fabric covering Beatrice's body, though minimal, was stripped away, leaving only her pants and bra covering her intimate parts.

Beatrice purposely gathered her long hair to the right side, exposing her slender neck to Sam, who remained faithfully seated with ice cream in hand.

"Like this?"

Sam scanned Beatrice's appearance today. He never found it boring whenever he looked at the curves of this beautiful girl's body. He had explored her entire body before, but truly, the desire to wrestle with the owner of this body never ceased.

He took a spoonful of ice cream and slowly applied it to Beatrice's neck. Beatrice's faint moan could be heard, perhaps due to the cold sensation she felt. And with an incredibly slow movement, Sam licked every sticky and teasingly sweet fluid. Occasionally, he sucked a little harder on the spot-on Beatrice's neck, where she seemed resigned to accepting all of Sam's actions this time.

"Lie down," Sam commanded, as his hand also removed the cover on Beatrice's chest.

Beatrice immediately complied with what this man wanted. Although she felt a bit nervous because Sam still held the cup of ice cream. And it happened just as she expected. Sam applied... ugh! This time, the cold sensation that hit Beatrice's nipples made her squirm uncomfortably.

"Sam!"

"Patience, my dear," Sam chuckled. He immediately placed the cup on the table. He eagerly lapped up the melted liquid while giving suction there. His other hand didn't forget to squeeze gently but sensually. Beatrice didn't know what to do anymore except to move restlessly. Fortunately, the canopy of the speedboat's roof reached wide enough so they weren't exposed to the scorching sun.

"Sweet," Sam said, wiping the remaining ice cream from his lips. "Delicious?"

Beatrice's chest rose and fell due to Sam's earlier actions. Her breasts became more swollen because of the teasing kisses. Her desire was triggered just like that, merely from the tantalizing touch of the ice cream. Beatrice could only weakly close her eyes as she tried to regain her composure.

"Spread your legs."

"Huh?"

Sam didn't want to repeat himself. He immediately directed one of Beatrice's legs towards the backrest of the sofa. The area that was only covered by a thin, sheer fabric was now wide open. "This is the part I like."

Beatrice squinted in disbelief as Sam poured the remaining ice cream directly onto her womanhood. The cold, sticky, and uncomfortable sensation mixed together, churning her stomach mercilessly. It also stirred a desire that made her heart race even faster than before.

"Sam!" She tried to get up, but Sam held her down.

"Just enjoy it, Beatrice." Sam grinned again.

Slowly, he leaned down and gave a kiss as a sign that he would start the play. He licked the melting ice cream that was dripping everywhere. Occasionally, he gave a bite, especially at the base of Beatrice's thighs. The faint red marks he left the night before were still faintly visible.

"You're such a temptation for me." Sam roughly pulled away the wet covering fabric. How could he not? Besides the ice cream, it was also because Beatrice had shown her readiness to be fully aroused by Sam.

"Especially this one." Just like before, where Sam's tongue expertly licked the surface of Beatrice's body covered in ice cream, his tongue moved slowly, wetting every side of Beatrice's womanhood. It made the girl lift her buttocks slightly.

Perhaps because of the sensations Sam left there.

Beatrice's head moved aimlessly; her eyes occasionally closed out of frustration. She couldn't just lower her widely spread legs. Sam held her firmly, but even if he didn't, Beatrice would willingly open herself wide for Sam.

"Oh!" Beatrice moaned loudly. "Sam!"

Sam didn't care. He continued what he was doing, especially with his hand that intentionally pressed deeper. He felt how Beatrice's womanhood responded to his touch.

"Kiss me," Beatrice pleaded, breathless. Her chest rose and fell, trying to contain all the emotions Sam was giving her. In response to that request, Sam let go of his tongue play. He moved up, but his hand continued to wreak havoc down there.

He immediately captured Beatrice's open lips. They sucked each other without giving in. Beatrice spread her legs wider. Sam's hand continued to work below.

"That's enough, Sam," Beatrice said, slightly distancing herself from their recent kiss. "Don't use your fingers anymore. I want you, Sam."

A faint smirk appeared on Sam's face. He quickly withdrew his fingers from Beatrice, causing her to let out a soft moan. She felt something flowing down there, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She needed Sam's presence, which would bring her even more pleasure.

Beatrice was certain that Sam couldn't hold back for too long without entering her.

"I always fulfill your desires." A soft click was heard as Sam quickly unbuttoned his pants. His arousal was already fully evident. Ready to engage once again. "Spread wider."

Beatrice didn't argue much. She positioned herself to be more comfortable in receiving Sam, who would make her eyes widen, as she always felt completely filled inside. Just like now.

"Ah!" she moaned as Sam entered her.

"You never disappoint me." Sam himself briefly closed his eyes. "This time, I'll be a bit rough."

Beatrice furrowed her brow, but it was quickly erased by a gentle stroke from Sam. He continued his words. "I'm sure you'll like it."

All Beatrice could do was gently bite her lip. But that was only temporary because Sam didn't allow her to hurt her lip like that. He immediately captured her lips as he thrust forcefully below. Beatrice felt the kiss was different from before. Rougher, but it made her want to match it. More hurried, but Beatrice didn't want to lose in returning each of Sam's kisses.

Perhaps the motorboat was also rocking due to their excessively wild movements. They were chasing pleasure that was like an addictive drug for both of them. Something they wanted to continuously enjoy without interruption. Just like now, which had changed positions countless times. Until finally, they shouted each other's names. Covered in sweat, gasping for breath, but their smiles didn't fade from their faces.

From a considerable distance, but still able to observe what was happening on the rocking speedboat, Hugo threw his binoculars.

"Damn it, boss!"