Nine
Emerson
“When I’m with you, I almost forget I’m on this huge ship on this even more enormous body of water.” I leaned my crossed arms on the boat’s railing and watched as we pulled into port. Fray stood beside me, his hand rubbing up and down my back, his presence making me brave.
I knew he was comforting me as I confronted my fear, standing out here in the wind and facing what scared me the most. Well, not most , I suppose. I mean, I wasn’t in the water. He did that for me, though. Gave me courage. Like last night when I’d told him I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine ever being so forward with another man. Of course, I’d never felt what I did for Fray when I was around other guys. Only with Fray.
I loved him.
And not because he’d given me the best oral of my life. The only oral actually, but that was beside the point. It was just… I loved him. It had started in New York and grown while we’d been apart, and now on this cruise…
He did everything for me. His every thought seemed to be for me and how I felt or how I’d react, what I’d like or dislike. I knew that couldn’t go on forever. I mean… real life waited for us in a few days. Reality meant we’d have to go our separate ways. He’d have to worry about his company in New York, and I’d have to go back to my coding job at the security firm in Chicago.
Maybe, that was why we didn’t do more last night. I mean, I think he said it was because I deserved more or better or something. I was a little fuzzy on what had been said. But all I knew was, I’d slept better the past couple nights in his arms than I ever had. Which was shocking, considering we were on a floating deathtrap.
“What’s wrong?” Fray asked after the silence between us had stretched for a while.
“Nothing. I just told you things are great when I’m with you.”
“And then you went deep into your head.”
I shrugged. My drama was my drama. I didn’t want to scare him, and I wasn’t so sure telling him I loved him was a good idea right now.
I know we haven’t been together long, Fray, but I’m super in love with you. I want to have your babies.
Babies? Oh, God…
“What are we doing today?” I asked.
“Checking out the jungle. Getting the Bob Marley Miles Experience in Montego Bay, where we’ll get to do some shopping, too, if you want.”
“No alcohol?” I said.
“I’m pretty sure they won’t let you do the jungle thing if you’ve been drinking—and I don’t think they’re offered in-flight.”
“In flight?”
* * * *
Fray slung his arm around me as we sat close together on the chairlift that was cruising along over and through the jungle canopy, “in flight”. Lush green surrounded us, and even on this sunny, warm day it offered cool relief. And we weren’t at all near the beach and water.
I felt a little guilty about that. I mean obviously Fray liked the ocean or he wouldn’t have booked a cruise for us. There were plenty of other ways he could have gotten us alone. Maybe, I could hang out in a lounger tomorrow and drink umbrella drinks while he surfed or snorkeled or whatever they did out there in the water on these trips.
“It’s gorgeous here,” I commented as the ride meandered along.
“Um-hmm,” he hummed, his free hand brushing along my thigh. “I’m liking that this isn’t a popular excursion today.”
“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him as he nonchalantly traced the edge of my shorts’ leg. “I’m pretty surprised we’re the only ones.”
“Yeah,” he echoed, but he actually didn’t look surprised in the least.
My eyes narrowed. “You bought out the whole thing, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Are you angry? I wanted to get you alone.”
I looked around. We were up in the sky, 700 feet above sea level or so we were told, and there wasn’t a soul in sight since the entire ride had been bought out by the annoying billionaire beside me. “Well, we are alone.”
And damn it, I couldn’t even be irritated by him. It was such a sweet gesture. Over the top. But sweet.
I closed my hand around his when his fingertips started to slip under the edge of my pantleg.
“What are you doing?”
He leaned in, kissing his way up my neck to my ear. “Thinking seriously about how long it would take to give you an orgasm up here.”
Not long. I’d been on the edge of desperate need since we’d woken together this morning. We’d started stirring awake, still wrapped together, Fray spooning behind me. I’d turned in his arms, and he’d rolled me under him for a kiss. But my damn dress had been all twisted up around us. A real mood killer.
Then reality had started to sink in. Not nerves over what had happened between us, because hell, yes, I wanted it again. If his hard cock poking into me this morning and the way he kept touching me was any indication, Fray had no regrets either. He’d given me two climaxes last night. It had been so natural, and there hadn’t been a bit of nerves between us.
With my dress being a cock-blocker, we laughed and gotten up to get ready for the day, so we could eat before the excursion today. As I’d dressed, I’d made myself a vow: I wasn’t drinking a lick of alcohol today. Tonight, Fray was making love to me, even if I had to do a throw down and cowgirl him.
I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin at the thought. I had no fucking idea what I was thinking. Cowgirl him? What the hell did that even mean?
I squeezed his hand then let go, dragging my fingertips over the back of it then over to his thigh. I parted my legs a little. “Have at it, then. There’s no one around to see.”
Fray made that growly sound I noticed came out when he was happy about something—usually something to do with me and giving me pleasure. He pulled at the leg closest to him and draped it over his, opening me up more. The arm still around my shoulder hugged me tighter as he turned to me toward him—as much as the seat-lift bar would allow him to, anyway.
“Give me your mouth,” he commanded.
His lips were on me, opening, devouring, kissing me deeply as those naughty fingers pushed into my shorts. He didn’t bother with the leg this time, instead, popping my button and slipping in past the waistband and into my panties.
I groaned into his mouth as he stroked two fingers up and down my pussy, getting me wetter and wetter with each pass.
“You like that?” he whispered against me.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”
“I…” My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t do that, um, dirty talk stuff. Sure it turned me on, but I’d feel silly.
Fray’s fingers stilled, and I realized that if naughty words made me hot, maybe it did the same for him. I was being selfish.
“I like you touching me,” I murmured hesitantly. “I like your fingers on…my…pussy. I want them in me.”
“I’ll give you anything,” he promised.
“Anything? That’s a dangerous vow.”
“I trust you. And you’re my everything. Why wouldn’t I give you whatever you want and need?”
“I trust you, too,” I confessed, feeling that truth deep in my heart.
“Do you?”
I cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth back to mine. “I do. Except…”
“Except what?” he asked, concerned. “Babe, what is it?”
“Well, you promised me this orgasm, and you’re not following through.”
He groaned, and his hand started moving again, sliding up and down, flicking and pinching my clit. Fiery strands of electrified pleasure surged through my core, tightening, preparing for explosive release.
Boldly, I reached over and grasped his cock through his board shorts. I needed to touch him while he touched me. He groaned the second I made contact, and I felt his length jump. “That’s right. Oh, fuck. Squeeze him, Em.”
My fingers flexed. “Like this?”
“Yes,” he hissed. The fingers that had been sliding along my slit worked inside me. Slowly…
“Oh,” I gasped. “It’s so full.”
“Just imagine how this tight little pussy will feel when I get my cock inside her, making her mine.”
Said pussy flexed around him, growing even tighter around his fingers.
“Fray,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for. More of those digits? For him to take them out? No, not that.
“I got you, Em.” He started a sedate in and out that was so opposite of the frantic need pulsing in me. “Match me,” he whispered.
I nodded, realizing that I’d stopped moving my hand. Concentrating, I started gliding my hand up and down his cock again. I wished I was touching his skin, too, but stopping didn’t seem like an option. Especially, when his thumb started flicking over my clit. He kissed me hard, capturing all my cries as I came. I squeezed Fray, overcome in my bliss, and his cry echoed mine as I felt him jerk.
His head dropped to my shoulder. “Fuck, Em.”
“I wish you would. Can I have that for Christmas?”
He chuckled into my throat. “You want me to wait that long?”
A few more days? “No! I’ve been a very good girl. I think I deserve it every day until then—and on Christmas, too.”
And the day after Christmas… The day after Christmas, I’d go home to Chicago with memories that time would never erase.