Ten
Emerson
“I arranged dinner in our room, tonight,” Fray said when we headed back to the cabin at about five. After the morning on the tour then the jungle ride, we’d forgone the shopping and come back to the boat. I didn’t want him spending any more money on me—even if he assured me he was loaded and could take the hit—and I had yet to experience much of what the ship had to offer.
Since Fray seemed to give me whatever I wanted, he’d agreed, and we’d spent time wandering the decks. After a quick trip back to our room so Fray could change his shorts, removing the evidence of our passion over the jungle, we’d visited the nightclub at the very top of the vessel, which had a phenomenal view of the area behind us. It had been closed, but they allowed people in there to wander and relax away from the crowds. Then on one of the decks, we’d laughed and played chess on a giant board fashioned on the floor and pieces that came to mid-thigh.
Later he’d indulged me with a trip to one of the many buffets. We’d eaten… So. Much. Food. I wasn’t actually sure I’d be able to eat dinner. Fray had only laughed at my claim and off we’d jogged—or in my case waddled—to a bar at the back of the huge boat where we’d played trivia with a bunch of other passengers and then listened to contestants in the ship’s version of American Idol.
Excursions with Fray were amazing, but just hanging out with him and having fun was even better. I wasn’t sure he’d let go of my hand the entire day, except maybe when we’d been at the buffet.
“Dinner in the room is cool,” I agreed. “We won’t have to dress up then.”
“No. We can even be naked.”
I licked my bottom lip then sank my teeth into it. I couldn’t imagine sitting across from him nude while we ate. Not yet anyway. Maybe after we’d had lots of sex? And then a lot more tomorrow. We were slated to be at sea all day.
His smile turned wolfish, and I got the feeling he was thinking of eating me up—or just eating me as the case might be.
“I didn’t drink at all today,” I added.
“I noticed.”
“And I know exactly what I want.”
“And what’s that, love.”
Love…? I swallowed hard. He always called me that, but it was hitting differently today. “You.”
“You have me.”
Crap, he planned to make me say it. Well…two could play games.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m going to change for dinner. You can have your meal here, and I’ll do the buffet or something.”
Turning on my heel, I marched toward our bedroom. His growl warned me, but I still screeched when he suddenly scooped me up from behind. He didn’t slow until he dropped me on the bed, him following and covering me in one smooth motion. Grabbing my wrists, he held them down on either side of my head while he loomed over me.
“No tantrums. Use your words, Em.”
“I…want…you. To get off me!”
One side of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head. He brushed his lips over mine. “You want me to get you off? Okay.”
“That’s not—”
But when he started kissing his way down the V of my neckline, I stopped arguing. He might be infuriating sometimes, but mostly, he just wanted me and wanted me to be happy.
I squirmed against his grasp on my wrists, not to get away but because I wanted to help him get my shirt off me then remove his…so I could touch him everywhere.
“Do you really want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop?” he asked against my lips. “You know I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Don’t you dare. Or I’ll…I’ll…” I’d what? That was the thing with threats. You actually had to have something good to back up your ire.
“You’ll what?” The tone of his rumbling voice was a dead giveaway, even if I could only feel his smile as he kissed me near my ear.
“What?” I sighed, distracted. He made me feel so good, melty, tingly everywhere, and just managed to drain my brain of all thought.
“What will you do if I stop?”
“Don’t stop.” My fingers flexed, and I went to reach for him, only to realize he still held down my wrists. It almost surprised me. Usually, nothing threw me off-kilter, but everything about this man turned me sideways.
“Or…?”
“Um…or…um…” Or I’d what? “I’ll never speak to you again! Quit talking about stopping.”
“You’re the one who told me to get off you.”
“Do you want to?” I asked.
He nipped at my shoulder. “Fuck, no. Not in this lifetime.”
Given permission to go forward, though, he did release my wrists. Before I could reach for him, he swept my T-shirt up over my head. It fluttered to the floor while he reached for the strings of the bikini top I wore beneath it.
“I’ve been dying to see these,” he told me as he pushed away the fabric, his mouth already kissing along one slope. “The peek you gave me the other day in the cabana was only enough to torment me. I’ve been craving these little nipples in my mouth for months.”
As if to prove his point, he covered one, sucking it deep into his mouth. I arched, crying out. My fingers speared into his soft locks while his tongue and teeth played over me. I was getting so wet, so needy with every draw, every nip. I writhed, trying to get closer. Needing…more. My entire focus was more of Fray. I just needed Fray in a way I’d never needed anyone or anything.
He moved back and forth between my breasts, driving me higher, closer toward the cliff where he’d push me over the edge, plummeting me into pleasure. But he took his time. There was no urgency to his actions, though the desperate need loomed there, thick in the air. The atmosphere vibrated with our passion, wrapping us in a tight blanket that blocked out everything but each other.
I pulled at his shirt, longing to feel his skin against me. Almost as if reading my mind, but never missing a beat, he yanked it off and tossed it away to land next to mine.
A groan escaped me as my palms splayed on his warm, soft skin. The firm muscles beneath told the story of how much time he spent taking care of this magnificent body—a lot. I knew he hadn’t been going to the ship’s gym since he’d been spending every moment with me, but he’d been active and gotten a workout carrying me around. Often. Which I liked.
My fingertips traveled down his sides to his slim hips, hitting his loose waistband. If he could touch me then…
I pushed inside and curled my grasp on his ass, pulling him closer to me. At some point, he’d wedged between my thighs. I lifted them around him, pushing my feet into the mattress while I tried to get even nearer to him. His jean-clad cock pressed into my pussy, grinding into me as I sought my pleasure.
Fray nipped the underside of one breast, making me gasp and shiver before he started a path of fiery kisses down my torso. I tightened my legs around him, trying to keep his ridge firmly against to me.
“Fray…” I complained.
“I’ve got you.” His hands were at my shorts’ button. He flicked it open and shoved down the zipper, then my pants and bikini bottoms were skimming down my legs. Memories of last night and the bliss he’d given me returned, all the fuzziness clearing to give me perfect, sublime recollection.
“Yes. Yes, Fray. Put your mouth on me again,” I rasped out, still a little reluctant to talk like that, but needing him so much. I knew he liked it. I’d do anything for him. I loved him. “I— Oh, God, yes!” I exclaimed as he spread my folds and buried his face in my center.
His wicked tongue flicked over me, gathering all my wetness and creating more. I bucked when he wasted no time adding first one finger then another to the mix. My groan came from deep in my chest when he started finger-fucking me. I’d touched myself, been touched, but it had never, ever been anything like this.
“You’re sweeter than the best dessert,” he said against me. “And all mine. This is all mine.”
“Yes, yours,” I gasped. “Oh please, Fray…”
He sucked hard on my clit, and I tumbled over the edge. But then he was leaving me.
“No,” I cried, grabbing at him.
“Protection, Em. I want nothing more than to fill you with my cum and plant my baby in you, but not yet. We’re not there yet. I want time with you, just you and me before we have to share.”
“Okay,” I gasped. Yeah… He was right, even if a little part of me wanted him to get me pregnant. Or try. Yes, lots of trying…
My eyes went wide when he stood beside the bed, and I watched him take off his pants. I’d felt his cock beneath my hand today, but seeing it… My tongue shot over my bottom lip, wetting it before I swallowed hard. He was…magnificent. Hard. Long. Thick.
I breathed raggedly, thinking of how much pleasure that shaft would bring me—but only because it was attached to the most perfect man I’d ever met.
“You still okay?” he asked. He’d grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and now ripped it open with his teeth. Quickly, he rolled it on, and I almost frowned at the travesty of covering his length.
“Uh-huh. Yup. Very okay.” I held out my arms, wanting him cradled against my body again, wanting him in me, needing him to take me and make me belong to him.
He hummed as he covered me. “Em, you feel so fucking good.”
“So do you. I need you… Now, Fraser.”
He nodded. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and he covered my lips with his. I felt his glans line up with my opening, and I shuddered a breath.
Fray drew back slightly. “Okay?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I’m ready. I want you so bad.”
“You’ll always have me. I’m yours; you’re mine.”
I drew him back down to me. “I want you. In me. Now.” I kissed him. “Please.”
Watching me, he pushed forward in response. I expected him to go a little at a time. Hesitate. But he just slowly, steadily pushed forward, never breaking eye contact. It was the most momentous, intimate, shattering, perfect moment of my life. He didn’t stop until he was in me to the hilt. I gasped, so full of him, so exquisitely full.
“Okay?” he asked, as we panted together.
“It’s perfect.” Every breath, reminded me of how deep he was, how stretched I was. “You feel so…good,” I groaned. He moved, and I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders while I arched beneath him. “Oh my God! Good. Yes, keep doing that.”
He guided me to move with him as he started shallow thrusts. As we gained our rhythm, our frenzy grew, and before I knew it, he was fucking me hard, and deep and just so right.
“I knew you’d be perfect. I knew it,” he rasped. “You. Feel. So. Good. Around me. Squeezing me. God, Em.” Each word was punctuated with a drive, and my eyes rolled back.
Like a tsunami, my climax thundered toward me, out of control and overwhelming, threatening destruction. The waves washed over me, bowling me over, and I clasped onto Fray, anchoring to him and taking him with me as my pussy clenched around his length and pulled him into the storm.
“Emerson,” Fray groaned into my neck as we collapse together. He rolled to his side, his arms tight around me. He cradled me to his chest, his cock still lodged deep inside me. We pressed together, clutching each other tightly, his face in my hair and mine against his chest.
Tomorrow would come, but in this moment, we were one, and he was…my everything.