SIN SO SWEET
The buckle clinked loudly in the confined space.
He laughed, a low, dark sound that vibrated through the water.
The boat rolled again. We slid. My back slammed the wall, his hips pinned me right there. Water rolled between us, cold and insistent.
His mouth found mine, salty, and hungry. Teeth clashed, tongues sliding over each other like we were trying to taste the ocean inside. I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood; he groaned into my mouth, the sound swallowed by the next wave.