7. Sarah
Chapter seven
Sarah
The sun beams through the curtains of the sliding glass balcony door. Throwing my arm over my eyes, I roll away from the light as I groan, my shoulder hitting an enormous wall of muscle. What the heck? Why would someone else be in my bed? The events of yesterday play over in my mind. Oh yeah, I'm sharing a room with Barrett Thomas.
Opening one eye I peek to see what he's up to and the sight of him takes my breath away. He's lying on his back the covers pulled down below his waist, showing off his muscular pecs. I can't help but drool a little, because this man is H-O-T! His dark brown hair flops over his forehead. I brush my fingers through his soft hair, studying his face. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps. Barrett is stunning and knows exactly how to pull off the ‘I don't care look,’ with his slightly crooked nose and strong jawline covered in stubble.
The most attractive thing, though, is how thoughtful he is, which is not something everyone knows about him. I learned that first hand last night. In public, he is a man of few words, fewer smiles and likes to get things done. But over the last few years, I've learned how much he thinks of others. He just doesn't talk about it. My heart flutters when I remember how he took care of me last night. When my body let out an embarrassing noise letting everyone around us knows that I was hungry, he didn't make any jokes about being the big girl who needs to eat or say anything to make it more embarrassing. He just grabbed my hand and led me to a restaurant that served one of my favorite types of food without even asking.
After that it was hard to keep the emotions back but thankfully, I was able to. Well mostly, but I suspect Barrett saw how touching I thought the moment was. I had already had my fill of not so stellar moments yesterday in front of this man. Today, I'm going to be the epitome of demure. Or at least die trying.
The best part of the night was when he could tell I was fading, and he brought me back to our cabin. My lips tug upward when I recall him asking, "Do you want to cuddle in bed, or I should sleep on the couch?"
While I was taking off my makeup, I looked up at him through the mirror, shrugging my shoulders, "You can sleep in the bed. I'm sure we can both stay on our own sides."
It only took us about fifteen minutes before we were cuddling with each other as we watched a movie. Not sure who made the first move, but I'm pretty sure a sleepy me did. He made me swoon last night from just a few words and the way he treated me. I could easily fall for him. Maybe you already have. With that thought, holy craps, I'm in the danger zone and I need to lock my heart down really quick because if I'm feeling these feelings, then he must be too. And I can't risk that. It's too much.
As my mind spirals, I hear the man next to me groan, "Stop thinking."
I lean up on my elbow and furrow my brow. "What?"
"I can hear you thinking all the way over here. Stop it. We're still on the cruise. That means no worries."
Letting out an exasperated breath, I roll closer to him. "You're right. I was just thinking…"
Barrett's eyes open as he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me into his chest. "Darling, I said no thinking, we're just feeling right now," he reminds me as he grinds his pelvis into me.
Oh shitakes, this man is big trouble and I mean BIG, because damn, he is packing. While Barrett grinds the shaft of his cock into my clit, I can't help but groan when he leans down and swipes his tongue against my lips. No more thoughts are in my head. All I can do is obey his unspoken orders. I open my mouth, and he slides his delicious tongue into my mouth.
Instead of thinking how gross this is and that I should be worried about the fact that both of us have morning breath, I'm not. The size of Barrett's cock and how I want him in between my legs is all I can seem to think about, as if I've become some cave woman overnight. Cock. Mine.
I pull away quickly when I realize that I'm about two seconds from climbing him like a tree and even though I would love to have him, I'm not sure that's a great idea. Instead, I deflect by giving him a grin, greeting him, "Good Morning."
"Good morning." He doesn't ask why I stopped or how I'm feeling, he just returns my goofy grin.
"I need coffee. Should we get dressed and go find breakfast?" I say as I roll away to get out of bed.
"Sounds like a plan," I hear him say as I'm rummaging through my suitcase to find the maxi dress I packed to wear today. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Barrett's eyes are still on me as I'm bent over, and I realize my ass is probably hanging out of my sleep shorts. Not that it seems he minds because when he notices that I'm looking at him, he licks his lips, and with that one motion I'm sure my panties have gone up in flames.
Clearing my throat, I gather my things and I head to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."
Barrett just gives out a grunt, but his gaze never leaves me. I hurry my footsteps and as soon as I close the door to the bathroom my body sags against it. Fricken’ flips, this is going to be a rough day if I don't get my libido in check. Taking a deep breath, I turn the shower on. Maybe I should just relieve myself so I can think past the needs of my vagina.
Getting in the shower, I go straight for the showerhead. I see that it's removable, and knowing I have a hard time getting off by myself without a vibrator, I pull it off the holder, hoping this will solve that problem. My fingers brush the inside of my thigh, and I imagine that it's Barrett's rough fingers. They creep in toward my clit, amping up my anticipation. When I rub against my clit, I can feel it’s swollen and know that if everything goes well, it won't take me long.
Closing my eyes, I place the showerhead on the jet setting and point it straight at my pussy. The overwhelming feeling has my knees going weak at first contact, making me smack the tile with my hand to help me stay up as I sag against it.
While I'm getting myself off, I pretend Barrett is on his knees, spreading me wide with his fingers as he swipes his tongue through my wet core. Inserting two fingers into my pussy, I stroke the inside of my walls, trying to hit my secret spot as I guide the showerhead directly to my clit. Continuing this pattern, I hear Barrett whisper into my inner thighs, "Be a good girl for me and come. I want to feel those walls flutter against my fingers."
With the thought of him saying those words, I feel my own walls flutter. I push the showerhead right up against my clit. A wave of pleasure rolls over me as I squeeze my eyes shut and I detonate. "Barrett," I groan loudly.
The groan brings me right back into the present and I slam my hand against my mouth. Oh, balls, did he hear me say his name? I stay still for a moment as my cum drips down my thighs, waiting to see if I hear anyone on the other side of the door. After a beat, when I hear nothing, I quickly put the showerhead back and finish washing up, praying he didn't hear me.